Westside lyrics - Boogie (feat. A$ton Matthews)

[Boogie:]

Westside nigga, westside nigga

'TIll the death my nigga, I'm a rep my nigga

That's a set my nigga, I'm a westside nigga

Westside nigga, westside nigga

'TIll the death my nigga, I'm a rep my nigga

I'm a westside nigga, westside nigga

Westside nigga, I got love for the north, east, south

But I'm a westside nigga

I'm a westside nigga, westside nigga, westside nigga

Westside nigga, but you deaf my nigga

Disrespect my nigga, catch a wet my nigga

You can bet my nigga, bang, bang, bang, bang

I'm with the seven teal snake eyes, I bet I make you crap out

You ain't tripping in the club off the molly, probably finna get us packed out

Ask about Boogie, you could ask about Boogie

Did they ever tell you that I act sweet

How ironic, we was running niggas fades if we seen them at the track meet

Being a pussy is still a bad look

Don't get no gun if you just scared to get your ass whooped

Last look at my brody before they took him

Didn't even read his rights before they booked him

How illiterate, my niggas thick, we out here thuggin'

And most my niggas crips, that's different shit but I ain't judgin'

But they know nigga this that other side shit, I'm still bloodin'

I know we ignorant, just picture it

'Cause ya'll ain't coming to the motherfuckin' westside

Westside nigga, westside nigga

'TIll the death my nigga, I'm a rep my nigga

That's a set my nigga, I'm a westside nigga

Westside nigga, westside nigga

'TIll the death my nigga, I'm a rep my nigga

I'm a westside nigga, westside nigga

Westside nigga, I got love for the north, east, south

But I'm a westside nigga

I'm a westside nigga, westside nigga, westside nigga

[A$ton Matthews:]

I'm a westside nigga

Looney gangstas be the set my nigga

Disrespect my nigga, leave you stretched my nigga

Try to hit the deck my nigga

Cutthroat gang and we coming at your neck my nigga

Don't take it as a threat my nigga

'Cause you ain't one

You just another body, when the tape come

Your homies coming for the gift bag

But we hit them where they miss at

More bodies dropping and we did that

MAC-11 [?], push a pussy nigga wig back

Aston Matthews in the Aston Martin

With the trigger sparking and the fingers crossing

Bring the choppers, bring the coffins

Somebody get the reaper off him

Get to tripping and we off him

That's what happens when you lost it

That westside nigga, that westside nigga

Yeah we living in hell moving work if it fit on the scale

Put in work for a ticket to jail

Making sense of the madness

So I clean the bitches spill blood on my canvas

From the westside, to the [?]

West coast nigga we back in