Intro: WC

Wessyyrr-fa-liv-ni-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you busta ass n***as out there

I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My n***a Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass n***as
Who trip, this how we do it n***a

[Chorus: WC]
Front back side to side
We be givin it up, till the day we die
N***as hit me up, I'mma have ta erupt
So motherfucker West Up!
(repeat 2X)

[Verse One: WC]
N***a 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 n***as 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 tattoed 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 n***as 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-0 please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three n***as the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
N***a, 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, hoochie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest boulders on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I call home
N***as be so bright, you might need your locs on
To bell through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, n***a 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 n***as 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! n***a
[Chorus]

[Verse Four: WC]
Give it up, give it up
Like the n***a James Brown, me and my n***as are puttin it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
Where n***as 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")