| If it’s money that you need, homie you can get it All you gotta do is a keep a loaded clip and speak with it In the street with it Lift him off his fuckin’feet with it Grab a microphone and preach when it’s westside wicked!
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| Gun play, gotta raid the police right in the middle of streets
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| I’ll leave 'em all out deceased, I bring peace
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| To the ways that we kick it Killin’off you hoes and tricks, it’s been seen in the distance
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| It’s westside wicked!
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| If it’s a bitch that you want, homie you can have her
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| Just make sure you’re ready to stab her and don’t ask her for shit!
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| Just be like, «Which one of y’all bitches is suckin’my dick?!»
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| When it’s westside wicked!
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| Boom goes the bomb when it drops on the west
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| No room for the wrong cause we take out the rest
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| Soon, not too long, smoke chokes out the breath
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| Of all the people below, we’re makin’death
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| This is westside wicked!
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| Wicked — WILD
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| Wicked — WILD
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| Wicked, wicked, wicked — WILD
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| From the start to the end, I bend and break them
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| Leave 'em dead with the quickness
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| Bitch, this is westside wicked!
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| All the women and the kids are safe from date-rape
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| Cause we took out all the motherfuckin’hate
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| Contemplate a new beginning with your petty little mind
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| No lie
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| Got the whole world ready to die
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| We be the westside wicked!
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| If you’re outta control and you like to fight
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| And your number one wish in life is to die
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| You can have that —
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| All you really gotta do is get loud with my crew
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| And we’ll show you westside wicked!
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| If you got this shit on lock
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| Peel the gat back and cock that bitch, pack it tight with the itch
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| And let me know if you need to roll on them hoes
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| Then the family will drop them foes
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| They be the westside wicked!
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| If you love to see fire all through the night
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| And you wanna shoot a pig right off his cop bike
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| If you wanna smoke the phattest bag of some get-right
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| Sit tight. |
| I’ll be back, I’m gettin’westside wicked!
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| Wicked — WILD
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| Wicked — WILD
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| Wicked, wicked, wicked — WILD
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| From the start to the end, I bend and break them
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| Leave 'em dead with the quickness
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| Bitch, this is westside wicked!
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| Everybody from the westside, aim your strap (aim it up)
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| Lace up your chucks and grab that indo sack. |
| (smoke it up)
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| Keep your khaki’s creased, dickies buttoned to the top (to the top)
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| Pull out your axe-tatt and let them murder-braids rock (just let 'em rock)
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| And it’s a 2−1-1, keep a missile in your pistol (keep it loaded)
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| And you can get a zip for the price of a nickel (real easy)
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| And if the 5−0's comin’ain’t no runnin’just whistle
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| FOUR FINGERS IN THE AIR, TWO TWISTED IN THE MIDDLE!
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| Wicked — WILD
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| Wicked — WILD
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| Wicked, wicked, wicked — WILD
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| From the start to the end, I bend and break them
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| Leave 'em dead with the quickness
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| Bitch, this is westside wicked!
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| WEST SIIIIIDE! |