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Oo! (L-L-L-Lethal) It's Remble Westside to the Westside, got a .45 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die I be dressed in all black when I go ride If the homies say it's on, then it's go time Westside to the Westside, got a .45 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die I be dressed in all black when I go ride If the homies say it's on, then it's go time Westside to your grand kinds, and they damn kids Oh my gosh, girl, it's Remble I can't stand him Well, damn bitch, then you prolly have to sit down (sit down, bitch) Can't stand me and I ain't even lay no dick down Big Glock, this here will get a nigga flip-flop Aim it at his feet, have him doing the crip walk Stick, this chop' can make a nigga shit his pants (uh) This chop' can make a nigga start to feel like Jeremy Lin Shoot him in his back and make sure he never walk again (damn) Shoot him in his head and make sure he never talk again (damn) Bend a corner, throw up dubs when I'm walkin' in (Westside) I'm really known to play with drums like a marchin' band Westside to the Westside, got a .45 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die I be dressed in all black when I go ride If the homies say it's on, then it's go time Westside to the Westside, got a .45 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die I be dressed in all black when I go ride (What he say) if the homies say it's on, then it's go time Northside to the Eastside, where we C-Slide And I been totin' blowers since knee-high Straight fifth, with a tint with a .45 Green light on a lick when it's go time All eyes on me when it's showtime And I been goin' nuts, you can hold mine Like a baby's first word, man I blow mine And that bust down fake if it tell time He was cryin' in a room, he a snitch, huh? Big guns, all blues, I don't do ones I don't care 'bout an opp, I'll shoot one And that tank turnin' bronze, need a new one, nigga Westside to the Westside, got a .45 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die I be dressed in all black when I go ride If the homies say it's on, then it's go time Westside to the Westside, got a .45 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die I be dressed in all black when I go ride If the homies say it's on, then it's go time
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