R I P Eazy E

That Westside

Capo

That city where them tec's fly

Dip set

We ride in that Westside

Eastside

That no seeds in our stress side

Lets ride

Jim Jones swirvin I got that purple I'm blowed

Tight grip on the Escalade pole

Yeah Harlem's jus' like Compton that's jus' how I roll

Red bandana wrapped around the chrome 44

Gun smokin' like Suge cigar

Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car

If that thing come out its murder she wrote

If Doc come out its 30 Impalas on the boat

N***a we do this everyday

Llamas under the thermul waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J

Beat n***az ride dirty like Jazze Pha Cassius Clay

Knock a n***a out on the ave today

Bring the mack ya way me and Santana

Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway

Westside blood gang n***az know what I'm about

And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out

Now I ride with my vest 45 and my tech

Big 4 in the '64 like I'm in the West

Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest

Cause we Certified Gangstas

Stash the mill' in the house

And I kill in the drowt

That's the chill when I pump get it crunk in the South

Icegrill like a nice meal in my mouth

Cause we Certified Gangstas