作词 : Dedrick D. Rolison/O'Shea Jackson Sr./William Calhoun 作曲 : Chris Rock/MC Ren/Dr. Dre/Jayo Felony/Krayzie Bone/Mack 10/WC/Ms. Toi/Squeak Ru/gangsta/Jesper Dahl/Nick Kvaran/Rasmus Berg/Henrik Rasmussen Westside! Microphone check 1-0 from the West Coast bailer and teller I cuss like a sailor When you see her she's a goner, moved to California Blew the b***h up and put the gangsta twist on her Sunny Southern Cal, it never snows Niggas yellin' 'hey's and 'ho's We jumpin' outta 6-4's When it comes to the gun play, we vets It's West Coast for life, no crews, only sets Well, it's the dog, breathin' out the smog I'm a hog of this gangsta shit , Don of the clique All you suckas wanna diss the Pacific But you buster niggas never get specific Used to love her, mad 'cause we ****ed her P***y-whipped b***h with no Common Sense Hip-hop started in the West Ice Cube bellin' through the East without a vest Now as I look to my riz-zight and to my left I see mother****ers staring like they wanna step So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdriver In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's p***y Find a-notha crew of niggas that can **** with this Lyrical bully, given verbal bruises to crews, fool You must be on d**k, dope and dynamite. How you figure? Speed on before you get peed on, nigga Fool, what side is you, red or the blue? Wild as the L.A. Zoo, it's round two I ignite, grab the mic tight, strike like a rattle Bring your rhymes and nines to the mutha****in' battle So sun down to sun up, run up with my gun up All brakes get to pumpin', you know a nigga dumpin' You dread like a Rasta when I lock like a terrier Mack 10, that nigga with the heat that'll bury ya Oh ah, oh ah, do a walk by, and watch everybody die Niggas into gangs, thangs and narcotic Freak b*****s, riches, and hydraulics Pull heat, knock you off your feet Clear the whole block, both sides of the street Even Crips and Bloods hear my thuds Fee fie foe fum—ay nigga, where you from? (Westside!) **** all you niggas, I'm yellin' This is M.A.A.D. Circle to the fullest everybody 187 Toones play the piano, **** a battle I'm socking rappers like mad man Santiago Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me Plus you signed to Big Red Records, so nigga, **** what you tellin' me Sit down junior, you couldn't see me if you wanted to Look ya'll, it's Mack 10, Cube and the "W" Westside's on the map! Niggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold! Westside's on the map! Niggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold! I just had a scrap for the neighborhood Inglewood stereotype, gotta deal with the hype Known to kick back with the fat sack, **** that Where my gat at? These niggas trippin' off my Bulls hat About to let loose with the chrome trey-deuce Five shot, and I, put holes in your bandana I push a Benz, you still rollin' G's So nigga miss me with that set trippin', start slangin' keys When I say gitchy-gitchy, niggas get sexy-sex 'Cause they heard of the natural born murderer I'm like Frankenstein, it's spankin' time Layin' in the sunshine with only one nine So who wants to bust with the never-rust? Goin' platinum plus, every time I cuss So **** the whole world, black (**** 'em!) Niggas better hope I don't grow my jheri-curl back Step up, murderer, steppin' out a Chevrolet Sportin' a beanie like Marvin Gaye Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Chucks Standin' tall in your freestyle session holdin' my d**k I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95 Cause niggas be foul and bitin' other niggas' styles But if you're bitin' this, you better bring a dentist Cause sucking these b*****s'll give your ass lockjaw, fool Which way shall I go? Nigga, what should I do? Should I bang with the red or should I truce with the blue? Should I rock dope beats, and grab the mic and stay down? Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound? shit I never thought that my d**k'a get bigger Checkin' major figures, I'm hangin' with platinum niggas It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swingin' No time for bangin', but still got my khakis hangin' **** one love, it's the bloody glove, killin' honkey hoes Leaving blood stains on Broncos In a Hertz rental, I drive on the 405 Is he dead or alive? Mother-**** court, took another snort Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport So I can catch a flight away from the drama Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas Ah, Shucky Ducky, quack quack Niggas ain't knowin' how to act Sucka ducks play the back Niggas used to diss but now it's turning around And like Brandy, mother****ers wanna be down with this West Coast rap game, I can give a **** If you wasn't down at first, you can buck these ****ers Transformers get stole on (BOOM) Get the picture, killa Cali, home of the body bags, nigga Westside's on the map! Niggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold! Westside's on the map! Niggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold!