(R.I.P. Eazy-E) That Westside (Capo), that city where them tecs fly (Dip-set!) We ride in that Westside (Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side (Let's ride) Jim Jones swerving, 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 bandanna wrapped around the chrome .44 Gun smoking like Suge cigar Show me how you stunt you thrown outta moving car If that thing come out, its murder she wrote If Doc come out, it's 30 Impalas on the boat Nigga, we do this every day Llamas under the thermal, waiting by ya stairs like Mary J Beat niggas ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay Knock a nigga out on the ave today Bring the mack ya way me and Santana Blowing in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway Westside blood-gang, niggas know what I'm about And they know I'm ruff riding so they knock self 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're certified gangsters 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 Ice grill, like a nice meal in my mouth 'Cause we're certified gangsters You know I keep my eyes wide Eastside high-risers Westside low-riders Vest with the four-fiver Yes I fo' sho fire D-I-P low-rider See police, slow the ride up You see squally nigga 'Cause we switching four lanes (speeding!) To see my niggas (gangster!) that bang up In the middle of the 'jects (Foster!), while the pitching raw Caine (getting it!) G'd up posted tough on the turf (uh huh) Long johns and some jeans, fuck a button up shirt (we keep it gully!) Compton, Cedar Block they're banging (G's up!) My ghetto passes good, be on blocks while they're slanging (in the dope House!) Houston, the purple potion I sip (Texas) While I'm screwing up my music in a roaster with Flip (Clover Geeees!) NY, you know the City is ours (Capo!) And R.I.P. to Gotti, we the niggas with power (DIP-SET!) As we ride we screamed out, "Eastside!" (G's up!) All the time as I replied (come on!) 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're certified gangsters 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 Ice grill, like a nice meal in my mouth 'Cause we're certified gangsters We put the lasers on Glocks (Glock) Razor or ox (ox) As I lay in the drop (drop) Pump the base on the pockets Move the H on our block, in front of H&R block See the face on our watch, put ya face on our cock (head) I keep the Luger hugged Show you how to use a snub Whoopty-whoo, fuck around be you I plug (you) I don't do the drugs (nah), baby I move the drugs (yes) Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love (computer love) Duck the cop-capers (capers) and the top haters (haters) Foch flavors, Harlem World we got gators (what's that!?) Not dead, I said they're alive (live) Lions (lions), tigers (what), bears, oh my (oh my) It's a straight zoo A to Z, May to April Bring the apes through Fuck around you be ape food, baked food (food) 9 bitches, 8 dudes Diamond visions, great cubes Get it straight fool 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're certified gangsters Stash the mill' in the house And I kill in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in South Ice grill, like a nice meal in my mouth 'Cause we're certified gangsters We ride in that Eastside We roll up while we ride We ride in that Eastside Please roll up that weed high