Intro: WC   Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!   ("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X   Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up?   ("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)   All you busta ass niggaz out there   I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W")   My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10   Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz   who trip, this how we do it nigga   Chorus: WC   Front back side to side   We be givin it up, till the day we die   Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta erupt   So motherfucker West Up!   (repeat 2X)   Verse One: WC   Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once again   With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit   Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider   rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton wires   Pump the bass, hit the switch   Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch   Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back   Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my chest   Walkin with the shadow of death   Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles   Home of the Crips and the Bloods   Where even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud   And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood   You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood   West coast till the casket drop   I be throwin it up, so motherfucker West Up!   Verse Two: Mack 10   It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit deez   Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z   And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new bosses   Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses   Nigga, thought you knew how we do it   Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs   forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't neglect   Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck   Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches   Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed   On the turf where the real hogs dwell   Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale   Inglewood City, the throne I call home   Niggaz be so bright, you might need your locs on   to bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10   And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! for life   Chorus   Verse Three: Ice Cube   Now I got ta show you how the West coast rocks   No razor blades, in my mouth, just a glock   And I'm hittin you up, with that W-S   The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West   No gold teeth, you gets a wreath   So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies   Christmas day, I'm in a tre   While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh   We don't call it five-oh, we call it one time   It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!   One nine weighs a ton   How the fuck you think that the West was won?   Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash   No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes   In the East, we can be brothers   But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors   West Up! nigga   Chorus   Verse Four: WC   Give it up, give it up   Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down   So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city   Where niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains drippin   City of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle   full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks   I pledge allegiance to the shit till I die   [Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the WestSide   Chorus   WestSide!!!   ("Throwin up the W")