West west all on that side of the river where we stack figures mob nigga pull triggas free my compa trigger do it bigger house hilla falla in the the head is how I’ll do ya like I never new off two pillas can you feel me all about the dolla bills in villa with the rock like rock falla but Iam from that mighty west coast northern Cali ways in the west of Sacramento where we get paid in many ways at beach in bay been to San Quentin prison locked down with my riders rockin tell the death sf on my neck you no we going hit break down the brick sipping Moët keep this bitch lit Though up your dubs bitches giving me hugs niggas giving me mean mugs bitch it west side you no it’s no love fucked her on the rug mad that ass clap not skin no fat with the dub on my hat west side of sac where we pack Macs drakes and sticks with a fly bitch in fish net stocking these bitches be stocking like I was from Stockton your hoe in my cockpit giving me head tell Iam dead that’s I said west side