[00:00.000] 作词 : Dedrick D. Rolison/O'Shea Jackson Sr./William Calhoun
[00:00.607] 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
[00:01.215]Westside!
[00:10.462]Microphone check 1-0 from the West Coast bailer and teller
[00:14.903]I cuss like a sailor
[00:15.896]When you see her she's a goner, moved to California
[00:18.822]Blew the b***h up and put the gangsta twist on her
[00:21.434]Sunny Southern Cal, it never snows
[00:23.445]Niggas yellin' 'hey's and 'ho's
[00:25.326]We jumpin' outta 6-4's
[00:26.737]When it comes to the gun play, we vets
[00:29.114]It's West Coast for life, no crews, only sets
[00:31.387]Well, it's the dog, breathin' out the smog
[00:33.711]I'm a hog of this gangsta shit , Don of the clique
[00:36.872]All you suckas wanna diss the Pacific
[00:40.007]But you buster niggas never get specific
[00:42.567]Used to love her, mad 'cause we ****ed her
[00:44.918]P***y-whipped b***h with no Common Sense
[00:48.366]Hip-hop started in the West
[00:50.195]Ice Cube bellin' through the East without a vest
[00:52.441]Now as I look to my riz-zight and to my left
[00:54.949]I see mother****ers staring like they wanna step
[00:57.483]So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdriver
[00:59.756]In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's p***y
[01:02.942]Find a-notha crew of niggas that can **** with this
[01:05.764]Lyrical bully, given verbal bruises to crews, fool
[01:08.193]You must be on d**k, dope and dynamite. How you figure?
[01:11.014]Speed on before you get peed on, nigga
[01:13.104]Fool, what side is you, red or the blue?
[01:16.160]Wild as the L.A. Zoo, it's round two
[01:18.590]I ignite, grab the mic tight, strike like a rattle
[01:21.202]Bring your rhymes and nines to the mutha****in' battle
[01:23.788]So sun down to sun up, run up with my gun up
[01:26.374]All brakes get to pumpin', you know a nigga dumpin'
[01:29.117]You dread like a Rasta when I lock like a terrier
[01:31.651]Mack 10, that nigga with the heat that'll bury ya
[01:34.342]Oh ah, oh ah, do a walk by, and watch everybody die
[01:39.592]Niggas into gangs, thangs and narcotic
[01:42.440]Freak b*****s, riches, and hydraulics
[01:45.104]Pull heat, knock you off your feet
[01:47.351]Clear the whole block, both sides of the street
[01:50.041]Even Crips and Bloods hear my thuds
[01:52.000]Fee fie foe fum—ay nigga, where you from? (Westside!)
[01:55.187]**** all you niggas, I'm yellin'
[01:57.225]This is M.A.A.D. Circle to the fullest everybody 187
[02:00.725]Toones play the piano, **** a battle
[02:02.815]I'm socking rappers like mad man Santiago
[02:05.532]Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me
[02:07.465]Plus you signed to Big Red Records, so nigga, **** what you tellin' me
[02:10.652]Sit down junior, you couldn't see me if you wanted to
[02:13.447]Look ya'll, it's Mack 10, Cube and the "W"
[02:17.261]Westside's on the map!
[02:18.227]Niggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold!
[02:22.198]Westside's on the map!
[02:23.609]Niggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold!
[02:26.456]I just had a scrap for the neighborhood
[02:28.572]Inglewood stereotype, gotta deal with the hype
[02:31.680]Known to kick back with the fat sack, **** that
[02:34.240]Where my gat at? These niggas trippin' off my Bulls hat
[02:36.905]About to let loose with the chrome trey-deuce
[02:39.491]Five shot, and I, put holes in your bandana
[02:42.312]I push a Benz, you still rollin' G's
[02:44.376]So nigga miss me with that set trippin', start slangin' keys
[02:47.093]When I say gitchy-gitchy, niggas get sexy-sex
[02:50.462]'Cause they heard of the natural born murderer
[02:52.631]I'm like Frankenstein, it's spankin' time
[02:55.086]Layin' in the sunshine with only one nine
[02:58.064]So who wants to bust with the never-rust?
[03:00.363]Goin' platinum plus, every time I cuss
[03:02.949]So **** the whole world, black (**** 'em!)
[03:05.535]Niggas better hope I don't grow my jheri-curl back
[03:08.252]Step up, murderer, steppin' out a Chevrolet
[03:10.864]Sportin' a beanie like Marvin Gaye
[03:13.320]Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Chucks
[03:15.618]Standin' tall in your freestyle session holdin' my d**k
[03:18.492]I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
[03:20.895]Cause niggas be foul and bitin' other niggas' styles
[03:23.560]But if you're bitin' this, you better bring a dentist
[03:26.302]Cause sucking these b*****s'll give your ass lockjaw, fool
[03:28.993]Which way shall I go? Nigga, what should I do?
[03:31.240]Should I bang with the red or should I truce with the blue?
[03:33.930]Should I rock dope beats, and grab the mic and stay down?
[03:36.516]Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound? shit
[03:39.494]I never thought that my d**k'a get bigger
[03:42.028]Checkin' major figures, I'm hangin' with platinum niggas
[03:44.693]It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swingin'
[03:47.148]No time for bangin', but still got my khakis hangin'
[03:49.996]**** one love, it's the bloody glove, killin' honkey hoes
[03:52.843]Leaving blood stains on Broncos
[03:55.168]In a Hertz rental, I drive on the 405
[03:58.355]Is he dead or alive?
[04:00.314]Mother-**** court, took another snort
[04:02.900]Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport
[04:05.826]So I can catch a flight away from the drama
[04:08.072]Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas
[04:10.658]Ah, Shucky Ducky, quack quack
[04:12.278]Niggas ain't knowin' how to act
[04:13.950]Sucka ducks play the back
[04:15.700]Niggas used to diss but now it's turning around
[04:18.182]And like Brandy, mother****ers wanna be down with this
[04:21.081]West Coast rap game, I can give a ****
[04:23.380]If you wasn't down at first, you can buck these ****ers
[04:26.018]Transformers get stole on (BOOM)
[04:28.004]Get the picture, killa Cali, home of the body bags, nigga
[04:32.706]Westside's on the map!
[04:33.646]Niggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold!
[04:37.669]Westside's on the map!
[04:38.975]Niggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold!

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!