Living up in these boone docks where niggas have no heart
I gotsta fuck a gage up in your throat and don't you get smart cause’ I will end you
Kill you with my motherfucking buckshots, I'm getting up in your ass it will not rest till your body drop
Straight out the motherfucking 'B’-double-'O' 'N'-'E'-'Y’, see a little low creeping out the cut don’t give a fuck
I keep my strap on deck for the checking - ain't none
Nigga be a victim of the motherfucking pop gun
Down for the motherfucking gold if you wanna join
Nigga catch a blast in your ass from the fucking pop
(Dun dun dun) go the motherfucking buckshots
(Blap blap blap) on your ass now your ass drop, nigga
[Hook]
That’s how we do it on the Westside, suicide, do or die, when you fuck with Locs (ride)
So you better roll through with yo shit cockеd cause' you can get a cap in yo ass in the boonе docks
And I don't give a fuck when I roll out the cut with my niggas
These down-ass killers in the river
We roll like a tide to even the score, and let you hoes know about this breed click, cause' we rolling on for sure
You motherfuckers can’t stop this, you'll catch a 4-5 slugs to your chest just like a drop kick
And be another on my block, found dead outta town fucking around with the boone docks
Moving through these boonies like you all-day proper, a nigga like myself carry only 4 stoppers
And I don't give a fuck with fucking stuff that you claiming, cause' living in these boonies motherfuckers don't be playing
I'll hit the fucking strap to your chest and now you hoping, that my 4-5 slugs don't bust your chest wide open
But you choose to slip so off you go straight to the hell, have your mama crying cause' your name's on your toe
Now but that's how it is when you fuck with a criminal, have your family front-row seats at your funeral
When after all that was a big fat mess, but now your homies gotta get R.I.P. tatted on their fucking chest
When creeping through these boonies best think fast, or you just one dead motherfucker think I won't blast
Duck these little lo's down for the set trip, and if you're caught slipping then you're straight getting riased about your shit
So give it up if you've got it, or else catch a slugs to your brain now you meant to leave retarded
And one-times can't stop this, fuck a pig, kill a pig, like I said on the last shit
It's only popping and it don't stop, nigga, so watch your ass creep through these boone docks
[Hook]
That's how we do it on the Westside, suicide, do or die, when you fuck with Locs (ride)
So you better roll through with yo shit cocked cause' you can get a cap in your ass in the boone docks
United by state, nah, united with dawgs
Teach a loco to hustle and now you repeating your halves
Sneaky scandalous nigga like me to take your flow, cut the smile on your face, then send that ass backshore
You think you can hang, pick a spot, we can ball in love la-la niggas, melt the hookers when that chain is touched
Shooting for heads, yeah it's all in the swinging, my vision's blurred now your bells are ringing
I'm stumbling back, but nigga look what they dropping, I'm digging deep in my pockets cause' now it's all in them popping
You wondered off in the heat, and now my shotty is hot, when I blast in your ass, and you lay and you rot in the boone docks
I gotsta give it up to my niggas from the hood, W-S-P-J, see fool where the shit's good
All through the set, gangstas on deck, almost caught, that's the way we ride, ain't no fear up in boone docks
On the Avalon, yeah that's where we kick it, Triple B put out his eyes so you know it's time to pluck em with it
I parked the coupe in the dirt, cause' it won't hurt to catch a blast, when I pass on that ass before it's time to skirt
Now the real time to catch a game, off the rock, all rock, at the spot, under the tree, you know it's hot
Now I'm roundabout Okey town, tryna push the boulevard, plus I'm riding five-o make it kinda hard
So I peels back throught the hood, hit up the dairy, up and over the tracks I go like I knew I should
I'm in the States so I feel safe, and shake it off, go to Mary Ellen, hit up Tony Bellen and maybe cough
And now the dice game is on again, cause' he just hit a lick and he got a fist full of fans
That's how we do it on the Westside, suicide, do or die, when you fuck with G's when they ride, it's the L-O-double-N-E-Y, nigga with his motherfucking finger wrapped around the motherfucking trigger bout' to blast on them fools
Fucking around let them motherfuckers know, little fist with my shotty says your punk-ass shows
Now you tripping nigga, dying on my slug, close-casket your funeral cause' I took off your mug
If the G-est motherfucker ever strolled through the bushes, the cricket, the wicked 4 time malicious evil ass nigga from the P-J's, Westside, Westside nigga like all day
And if you want the heat then nigga we got it, in a hood full of thugstas with shotties in their pockets, so step on
Nigga or get caught up in the rapture, lost in the bushes full of caps when I blast ya
[Hook]
That's how we do it on the Westside, suicide, do or die, when you fuck with Locs (ride)
So you better roll through with yo shit cocked cause' you can get a cap in yo ass in the boone docks
I gotsta fuck a gage up in your throat and don't you get smart cause’ I will end you
Kill you with my motherfucking buckshots, I'm getting up in your ass it will not rest till your body drop
Straight out the motherfucking 'B’-double-'O' 'N'-'E'-'Y’, see a little low creeping out the cut don’t give a fuck
I keep my strap on deck for the checking - ain't none
Nigga be a victim of the motherfucking pop gun
Down for the motherfucking gold if you wanna join
Nigga catch a blast in your ass from the fucking pop
(Dun dun dun) go the motherfucking buckshots
(Blap blap blap) on your ass now your ass drop, nigga
[Hook]
That’s how we do it on the Westside, suicide, do or die, when you fuck with Locs (ride)
So you better roll through with yo shit cockеd cause' you can get a cap in yo ass in the boonе docks
And I don't give a fuck when I roll out the cut with my niggas
These down-ass killers in the river
We roll like a tide to even the score, and let you hoes know about this breed click, cause' we rolling on for sure
You motherfuckers can’t stop this, you'll catch a 4-5 slugs to your chest just like a drop kick
And be another on my block, found dead outta town fucking around with the boone docks
Moving through these boonies like you all-day proper, a nigga like myself carry only 4 stoppers
And I don't give a fuck with fucking stuff that you claiming, cause' living in these boonies motherfuckers don't be playing
I'll hit the fucking strap to your chest and now you hoping, that my 4-5 slugs don't bust your chest wide open
But you choose to slip so off you go straight to the hell, have your mama crying cause' your name's on your toe
Now but that's how it is when you fuck with a criminal, have your family front-row seats at your funeral
When after all that was a big fat mess, but now your homies gotta get R.I.P. tatted on their fucking chest
When creeping through these boonies best think fast, or you just one dead motherfucker think I won't blast
Duck these little lo's down for the set trip, and if you're caught slipping then you're straight getting riased about your shit
So give it up if you've got it, or else catch a slugs to your brain now you meant to leave retarded
And one-times can't stop this, fuck a pig, kill a pig, like I said on the last shit
It's only popping and it don't stop, nigga, so watch your ass creep through these boone docks
[Hook]
That's how we do it on the Westside, suicide, do or die, when you fuck with Locs (ride)
So you better roll through with yo shit cocked cause' you can get a cap in your ass in the boone docks
United by state, nah, united with dawgs
Teach a loco to hustle and now you repeating your halves
Sneaky scandalous nigga like me to take your flow, cut the smile on your face, then send that ass backshore
You think you can hang, pick a spot, we can ball in love la-la niggas, melt the hookers when that chain is touched
Shooting for heads, yeah it's all in the swinging, my vision's blurred now your bells are ringing
I'm stumbling back, but nigga look what they dropping, I'm digging deep in my pockets cause' now it's all in them popping
You wondered off in the heat, and now my shotty is hot, when I blast in your ass, and you lay and you rot in the boone docks
I gotsta give it up to my niggas from the hood, W-S-P-J, see fool where the shit's good
All through the set, gangstas on deck, almost caught, that's the way we ride, ain't no fear up in boone docks
On the Avalon, yeah that's where we kick it, Triple B put out his eyes so you know it's time to pluck em with it
I parked the coupe in the dirt, cause' it won't hurt to catch a blast, when I pass on that ass before it's time to skirt
Now the real time to catch a game, off the rock, all rock, at the spot, under the tree, you know it's hot
Now I'm roundabout Okey town, tryna push the boulevard, plus I'm riding five-o make it kinda hard
So I peels back throught the hood, hit up the dairy, up and over the tracks I go like I knew I should
I'm in the States so I feel safe, and shake it off, go to Mary Ellen, hit up Tony Bellen and maybe cough
And now the dice game is on again, cause' he just hit a lick and he got a fist full of fans
That's how we do it on the Westside, suicide, do or die, when you fuck with G's when they ride, it's the L-O-double-N-E-Y, nigga with his motherfucking finger wrapped around the motherfucking trigger bout' to blast on them fools
Fucking around let them motherfuckers know, little fist with my shotty says your punk-ass shows
Now you tripping nigga, dying on my slug, close-casket your funeral cause' I took off your mug
If the G-est motherfucker ever strolled through the bushes, the cricket, the wicked 4 time malicious evil ass nigga from the P-J's, Westside, Westside nigga like all day
And if you want the heat then nigga we got it, in a hood full of thugstas with shotties in their pockets, so step on
Nigga or get caught up in the rapture, lost in the bushes full of caps when I blast ya
[Hook]
That's how we do it on the Westside, suicide, do or die, when you fuck with Locs (ride)
So you better roll through with yo shit cocked cause' you can get a cap in yo ass in the boone docks
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