Bangin’ lyrics

[Intro: Master P & Ice Cube]
West-si-ide
Heh, n*ggas be like wonderin' where the Ice Cream Man been
I've been down south countin' my marbles, n*gga
But I got two sides
Damn, it feel good to be back in the Yay Area, I mean, the Westside
'Cause these muthaf*ckin' West Coast Bad Boys
Westside Connection, Ice Cube, Dub-C, and Mack 10
n*gga, y'all know the Westside is bout it bout it
Bust on 'em, Mack

[Verse 1: Mack 10 & Ice Cube]
It's the I-N-G-L-E here to trouble you
W, double-O-D, see me
I take this gangbang sh*t the whole mile
Beach cruisin' on hood patrol with my flag Aunt Jemima style (Yeah)
I throw my set up, I wet up, n*gga, I wreck up
No hollow points so I don't jam the TEC up, dawg
I move the cavy or yay to parlay
When n*ggas trip, I spray, then it's anybody K all day
sh*t, I'll trizzip to my clizzip, who wanna f*ck wit' it (Who?)
Since the world is a ghetto it's like I'm stuck wit' it
Killa Cali is the state murder
Every day, kiss the homie, lay my rag in the casket and retaliate
n*gga, who is you? What side is you - red or blue?
I gets my dump on, I regulate the turf I stomp on
Every time I see some, I grabs me gun
Redrum, redrum, and Inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom, bang on, I bust back, f*ck that
Loud strings in my Chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat
I let holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin'
Westside n*ggas fo' life, it's gangbangin' (Westside)
[Chorus: Master P & Ice Cube]
Red rag, blue rag, watchin' n*ggas sag
.44 Mag, throwin' up flags (Yeah)
If you bout it, what you claimin'?
f*ck what you slangin' (f*ck it)
Ain't no tamin' Westside gangbangin'

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
What do I got to get high for? What would I lie for?
And what would I die for?
(Westside is the best side)
You got to know, keep the Calico by the bedside
It's what I'm all about (Yeah)
Now which one of y'all muthaf*ckas shot up my mama's house?
It ain't no rules when you ain't got nothin' to lose
And a gang of tattoos
So throw your muthaf*ckin' set high in the air
If you don't care, to ride in wheelchairs
Watch what hood you select
Many n*ggas get checked for the tat on their neck
We got the cannabis bombay, G-ride Hyundai
You best'a pray we don't find out where you stay
Lookin' at my mama through a glass window
I've been in L.A. before it was called South Central
Makin' n*ggas like you statistics (You)
While bumpin' The Stylistics, and
I'm loc'in', smokin' that yerman as a youngsta
Now I'm feelin' big and strong as Herman Munster
It's the set I threw up, the only way to go (Westside)
It's the way I grew up, the only way I know, fa sho
It ain't about Crip or Blood (No)
And it'll never die (Never), because there's too much love
It's gangbangin'
[Chorus: Master P & Ice Cube]
Red rag, blue rag, watchin' n*ggas sag (Gangbangin')
.44 Mag, throwin' up flags (We bout it)
If you bout it, what you claimin'?
f*ck what you slangin' (f*ck it)
Ain't no tamin' Westside gangbangin'

[Verse 3: WC & Ice Cube]
High as a kizzite, tonight, rollin' on my cizzike
What that Dub-S to that C like
I'm ready, point them n*ggas out where they at
We goin' Hussein on this gangbang track
Young hoodsta, yayo pusher, blood gusher
n*gga, make way for this neighborhood hoodsta
Raised in the system, gang affiliated
America, take a look at what you created (Look)
Started in a section, grew like an erection
Spread it like cancer now the country's infected
(Gangbangin' worldwide) Peep the death toll
I guess the world really is a muthaf*ckin' ghetto
But Westside n*ggas are the craziest
That's why I'm keepin' my fingers on these loaded clips
'Cause we done served two of them, and
Ain't no tellin' when them n*ggas gon' hit the gate
And try to retaliate (Never know)
I can't sleep 'cause death is lookin' for me (What?)
I can't shake the jacket, too many n*ggas know me
Deezamn, I guess I'm in too deep
f*ck colors (f*ck 'em), I'm ridin' over long term beefs
[Chorus: Master P & Ice Cube]
Red rag, blue rag (Yeah), watchin' n*ggas sag (Yeah)
.44 Mag, throwin' up flags
If you bout it, what you claimin'? (We bout it)
f*ck what you slangin' (We bout it)
Ain't no tamin' Westside gangbangin'
Red rag, blue rag, watchin' n*ggas sag (i>OG Master P)
.44 Mag, throwin' up flags
If you bout it, what you claimin'?
f*ck what you slangin'
Ain't no tamin' Westside gangbangin'

[Outro: Master P & Ice Cube]
Gangbangin', haha
Cube, n*gga, what's up?
(You, you really up, n*gga)
WC, Mack 10, Master P, huh, gangbangin', n*gga
Gangbangin' on these dead presidents, n*gga, uhh
We rowdy, we bout it bout it
Told y'all n*ggas the Westside, best side (Master P)
We got somethin' for y'all haters, n*gga (Master P)
Regulators (Down with the Westside Connection)
Bringin' the whole muthaf*ckin' Westside, red, blue, together
Makin' green, n*gga (Makin' green)
Y'all n*ggas think about it
Worldwide West Coast Bad Boys
Red rag, blue rag watchin' n*ggas sag
.44 Mag, throwin' up flags (We bout it)
If you bout it, what you claimin'? (Hell yeah, we bout it, n*gga)
f*ck what you slangin'
Ain't no tamin' Westside gangbangin' (Thought you knew)
It's alright to be a G (Westside Connection)
Live for red and blue (My n*gga Master P)
But ain't no more dying for it, n*gga (Keep on collectin' that dollar)
When we can live for that green, ha
The legal way, baby, the legal way
This song is dedicated to everybody fallen a victim of a gangbangin'
Not for long
Worldwide Westside, real n*ggas of the world unite
f*ck that sh*t