Текст песни Tru (Master P) - Bangin

West-syy-eed

Huh, niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at
I been down South countin my marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area, I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
Westside Connection, Ice Cube, WC, and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It

Its the I-N-G-L-E here to trouble you, W double-oh D
See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret up, Nigga I break up
No hollow points so I don't jam tha tec up, dog
I put tha Cavi all day to parlay, when niggaz trip I spray
Then is anybody here all day, shit I trizit to my clizit
Who wanna fuck wit it, since tha World is a ghetto
looks like I'm stuck wit it, Killa Cali is the state murder
Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate
Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or blue
I gets my drop on, I regulate the turf I stomp on
Everytime I see some I grabs me gun
Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom bang on I bust back, fuck that
Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat
I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin
Westside niggaz for life, it's gangbangin

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Red rag blue rag, watchin niggaz sag
44 mag, throwin up flags
If you Bout it what you claimin, fuck what you slangin
Ain't no tamin Westside gangbangin

What do I got get high for, what would I lie for
And what would I die for
Westside is the best side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It ain't no rules when