Correction Lyrics Westside 2 the Westside by Remble

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(L-L-L-Lethal)
It's Remble

Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to god that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to god that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time

Westside to your grand kinds, and they damn kids
Oh my gosh, girl, it's Remble I can't stand him
Wеll damn b*t*h, then you prolly have to sit down
Can't stand me and I ain't еven lay no d**k down
Big GLOCK, this here will get a n***a flip-flop
Aim it at his feet, have him doing the crip walk
Stick, this chop can make a n***a sh*t his pants
This chop can make a n***a start to feel like Jeremy Lin
Shoot him in his back and make sure he never walk again
Shoot him in his head and make sure he never talk again
Bend a corner, throw up dubs when I'm walkin' in
I'm really known to play with drums like a marching band
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to god that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to god that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time

Northside to the Eastside, where we C-Slide
And I been totin' blowers since knee-high
Straight fifth, with a tint with a .45
Green light on a lick when it's go time
All eyes on me when it's showtime
And I been goin' nuts, you can hold mine
Like a baby's first word, man I blow mine
And that bustdown fake if it tell time
He was crying in a room, he a snitch, huh
Big guns, all blues, I don't do ones
I don't care 'bout an op, I'll shoot one
And that tank turnin' bronze, need a new one, n***a

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