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Proper Dos - Westside lyrics
f/ Bizz, Royal T [Bizz] Westside Oh, oooh Yeah Oooh [Frank V] Another day at the spot where the homies be chilling Thinking of how we're gonna make our next million On the Westside of town, keep it real, keep it Brown Ain't a hater alive that could hold us down Cuz we're out here trying to make these chips daily You ask us can you get some, homey you must be crazy We had to work for ours, that's how we got these cars That's why we pack this metal, we're some ghetto superstars Only thing we're giving up is that funk you can bump in the trunk All day everyday, Westside holiday, what more do I gotta say You wanna mess with us, I'll say homey not today Cuz we ain't taking it and we ain't faking it Just three wheel motion and pancaking it Front and back, side to side I roll one up for the world but I smoke it for the Westside [Chorus: Bizz] Can't nobody do it Like the way we do it On the Westside Cuz all we wanna do Is get you in the groove On the Westside [Royal T] Now who's that vato in the 600, blunted It's the Royal homey, America's Most Wanted Sancho, with a spanish fly in my cup Checking out the cuties that are ghetto star-struck From the 619 to the 213, oh you heard of me That lead player Royal T With my one night stands, got all the freaks talking Latin pimp walking, let my game do the talking My universal game makes the whole world turn But some of you players move slow like sherm And some of you freaks are like revolving hoes Cuz you always come back like revolving doors Keep it Low Profile, never change my style This heavyweight player'll make you throw in the towel Everyday all day, that's how we play On the Westside of Cali it's a player holiday [Chorus] [Frank V] We're on a paper chase, yeah we roam on the chrome But no matter how far we go we always come home To the West cuz it's the best We only mess with that bombay everyday not the stress So if you wanna kick it be cool not a fool So you can leave in your 64 rag not a body bag Cuz if you wanna trip we can trip on So don't slip cuz if you do I got a grip on Something awful and it's unlawful Ruin your hair, I'd rather put it away and cruise off in my Chevrolet Worry free, no pigs can't worry me I got my warrants clear so pass me the beer And I'll kill it as the sun sets with the vets And the hynas from the ave, with no regrets Represent the Brown Pride so relax and take a ride With a few homies from the Westside [Chorus] [Bizz] Oooh, yeah On the Westside On the Westside Proper Dos making more dough Rolling with Low Profile Yeah, whoa yeah |
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