Tytuł: Westside Part III (Buddah Remix)

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[TQ:] I was just a young boy, ha ha
    The remix, this is the way we do it
    
    [TQ:] Now I'm standing on the corner, high as fuck
    Thinking 'bout busting a nut
    And you can say what you wanna
    It's all about hips and butts and other ways to come
    Why do they hate all our Khakis embrace
    When you're right in the way
    It's just another sunny day in California
    Seven, eight bomb poppa Snoop Dogg dipping down the show with the dubs up
    
    [Chorus]
    [TQ:] I thought you heard about it
    I proclaim to hate
    In the city where you bang and bang
    Dames wear sexy things
    Just to get you for your change
    And chickens don't know
    You'd better be careful this shit could take over your brain
    Westside, westside, where we bang, westside, westside
    
    [Jayo Felony:] I bang with rock bottom solid, get them mad for the tip up out your wallet
    Bitches I shine with a five hundred line long rhyme
    I come from the State where the bitches be fine on main line
    It ain't no crime to see I ride a whore when I hit it from behind
    You must be out your rabbit ass mind you think your bitch jab a lot
    You got chips cause here it don't matter when you ain't hit the right spot
    'Cause you wanna roll with the thugs that ain't scared to get a swing on
    Bang gone TQ the whisper that been this bomb bitch here, sing on
    I'm bullet balling you low as my religion I ain't from 28
    If you don't believe me then you can come and see me
    I'm banking, folks had better not come from S.D.C.
    BIATCH!!!
    
    [TQ:] Yeah, my nigga Jayo, today yo, y'all done heard about it?
    
    [Chorus]
    [TQ:] I thought you heard about it
    I proclaim to hate
    In the city where you bang and bang
    Dames wear sexy things
    Just to get you for your change
    And chickens don't know
    You'd better be careful this shit could take over your brain
    Westside, westside, where we bang, westside, westside
    
    [Kam:] I live this westlife see the stress strife
    Knife and needles niggas with the sticky green
    They make Viki jeans and white Filas
    T-shirt, new chicks be hurting new tricks
    You brake laws doing wrong, chewing those straws and two-fix
    One time to greet you with a drawn gun
    They can't stand to see us having fun these assholes be on one
    Niggas on the run just like a free laid light
    Don't house arrest her in an orange vest working on the free-way
    But we play for keeps, my peeps I represent
    I'm laying down a law and order boy and quarter roy a time spinner
    Venom like a snake, I make your muscles lock
    So I give my spray can a shake and strike your whole block
    Son, you've got me twisting like the cap on a Guinness stout beer
    'Cause when it come to L.A. rap, I'm the tightest nigga out here
    (Woo shit!) Niggas got amnesia but Kam sees ya
    
    [Chorus]
    [TQ:] I thought you heard about it
    I proclaim to hate
    In the city where you bang and bang
    Dames wear sexy things
    Just to get you for your change
    And chickens don't know
    You'd better be careful this shit could take over your brain
    Westside, westside, where we bang, westside, westside
    
    [Chorus]
    [TQ:] I thought you heard about it
    I proclaim to hate
    In the city where you bang and bang
    Dames wear sexy things
    Just to get you for your change
    And chickens don't know
    You'd better be careful this shit could take over your brain
    Westside, westside, where we bang, westside, westside
    
    [Repeat 'Westside, westside' through out outro]
    
    [TQ:] Yeah! On the remix, in case y'all didn't know that was my nigga Jayo, my homeboy Kam and TQ
    Y'all never saw us coming
    Westside westside
    Westside westside