West West

West west the bay to LA,we outside every MF day nigga,gang bang bangers and real killers,real niggas always down for the drill nigga,get popped like a pill nigga,we been wild and we still nigga,so fuck how you feel nigga,in the funk dog we kill niggas,set tripping and shit,where the wrong color my be part of a skit,that’s how you do it when you blood or crip,but in the bay we do that shit,niggas a kill just for pulling a lick,niggas a kill you over a thick ass bitch,never cross the fam,niggas slid quick have you cought in jam,but that’s ya manz,we do walk ups had to park the Benz,small circle of friends ,you play the game to lose I play to win,