Intro: WC  
  
 Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!  
 ("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X  
 Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up?  
 ("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)  
 All you busta ass niggaz out there  
  
 I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W")  
 My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10  
 Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz  
 who trip, this how we do it nigga  
  
 Chorus: WC  
  
 Front back side to side  
 We be givin it up, till the day we die  
 Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta erupt  
 So motherfucker West Up!  
 (repeat 2X)  
  
 Verse One: WC  
  
 Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once again  
 With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit  
 Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider  
 rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton wires  
 Pump the bass, hit the switch  
 Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch  
 Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back  
 Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my chest  
 Walkin with the shadow of death  
 Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles  
 Home of the Crips and the Bloods  
 Where even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud  
 And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood  
 You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood  
 West coast till the casket drop  
 I be throwin it up, so motherfucker West Up!  
  
 Verse Two: Mack 10  
  
 It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit deez  
 Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z  
 And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new bosses  
 Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses  
 Nigga, thought you knew how we do it  
 Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs  
 forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't neglect  
 Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck  
 Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches  
 Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed  
 On the turf where the real hogs dwell  
 Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale  
 Inglewood City, the throne I call home  
 Niggaz be so bright, you might need your locs on  
 to bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10  
 And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! for life  
  
 Chorus  
  
 Verse Three: Ice Cube  
  
 Now I got ta show you how the West coast rocks  
 No razor blades, in my mouth, just a glock  
 And I'm hittin you up, with that W-S  
 The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West  
 No gold teeth, you gets a wreath  
 So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies  
 Christmas day, I'm in a tre  
 While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh  
 We don't call it five-oh, we call it one time  
 It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!  
 One nine weighs a ton  
 How the fuck you think that the West was won?  
 Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash  
 No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes  
 In the East, we can be brothers  
 But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors  
 West Up! nigga  
  
 Chorus  
  
 Verse Four: WC  
  
 Give it up, give it up  
 Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down  
 So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city  
 Where niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains drippin  
 City of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle  
 full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks  
 I pledge allegiance to the shit till I die  
 [Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the WestSide  
  
 Chorus  
  
 WestSide!!!  
 ("Throwin up the W