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Nigga, westside! | Westside in this motherfucker | Westside in this motherfucker right here
Nigga, westside! Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin' Packed in a Suburban Screaming, "Outlaw!", runnin' on the curb They never try me, 'cause right behind me a killer team I get the word, cut the head off a nigga, like a guillotine This Hennessy will keep me calm though Sittin' in the back of the club, tradin' convo Livin' like a Don in my own mind Signal Kadafi, nigga, watch me with the chrome 9 All the time drinkin' champagne Walk through the crowd, let the tramps hang Niggas player hate but do a damn thing Picture me doin' 80, down a one-way Stuck in the trunk, caught in gunplay So I gotta keep my eyes open Gettin' high, wonder why we gotta die smokin' My alibi; a victory Victim of a rhyme in a mark for death Spendin' my nights like it's the last one left I'm an outlaw Am I wrong? I wanna get it goin' on Last to leave, 'til I see everybody's gone I'm at the bar, you can catch me, hands full of liquor Or puffin' on a sweet Swisher I'm the last one left Tell me, am I wrong? I wanna get it goin' on Last to leave, 'til I see everybody's gone I'm at the bar, you can catch me, hands full of liquor Or puffin' on a sweet Swisher Guess I'm the last one left I got my back against the wall, gat chillin' by my balls Prior to war is a rider nigga that's only 5'6" tall Napoleon only knows on we Outlaws, fuck fear Better strap down to the fullest, 'cause we outchea Thug passion all up in me, feelin' like I took some Henny It ain't easy, I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of two pennies What we got is rep, nigga, wanna pull their gat, nigga He's only got my side 'cause they think 'Pac died, nigga Blast niggas with our TEC's, takin' showers in our vest 'Pac, come and catch weight, nigga, we the last ones left If we would've known the zone inside my own dome Fresh outta jail, it was hell, but I'm finally home Lookin' for niggas that was woofin' that shit When I was locked back Hands on the pump, make 'em jump when it cocked back Fuck 'em all, they're bitches inside a world of weak Bitch niggas be afraid to speak; we the last ones left Tell me, am I wrong? I wanna get it goin' on Last to leave, 'til I see everybody's gone At the bar, you can catch me, hands full of liquor Or puffin' on a sweet Swisher Like I'm the last one left Am I wrong? I wanna get it goin' on Last to leave, 'til I see everybody's gone At the bar, you can catch me, hands full of liquor Or puffin' on a sweet Swisher Like I'm the last one left I eat and sleep the worst shit, cursed from birth Me and my team super supreme, puttin' in work I'm passed out, drunk as a fuck, 'til it hurt And I call Earl screaming, "Fuck the world!" I got a bitch on the side wanna be my wife And wifey beefin', wanna know if she gon' see me tonight And I know it ain't right, but it's the life I got And that's until I see Yak, and that's until I see 'Pac Young know I lost a troll, somebody owed me down And if the world was a girl I'd stick my dick in the ground; fuck the world! Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker... Uh, Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Outlawz in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker... Uh, Outlaw in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker In this motherfucker right here...
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