(feat. Mack 10 Ice Cube). [Intro: WC]. Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!. [Ice Cube: x2] ("Throwin up the W"). Yeah I'm with this what we throwin up?. [Ice Cube:] ("Throwin up the W"). 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!. [x2]. [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")