TQ

TQ - Westside Part III (Budd'ah Remix) lyrics

(feat. Jayo Felony, Kam)

[Intro: TQ]

I was just a young boy

The remix, this is the way we do it

[Verse 1: TQ]

Now I'm standing on the corner, high as fuck

Thinking 'bout bustng a nut

And you can say what you wanna

It's all about hips and butts and other ways to come

Why do they hate all our Khakis embrace

When you're right in the way

It's just another sunny day in California

Seven, eight [?] poppa Snoop Dogg dipping down the show with the dubs up

[Chorus: TQ]

I thought you heard about it

I proclaim to hate

In the city where you bang and bang

Dames wear sexy things

Just to get you for your change

And chickens don't know

You'd better be careful this shit could take over your brain

Westside, westside, where we bang, westside, westside

[Verse 2: Jayo Felony]

I bang with [?] solid, get them mad for the tip up out your wallet

Bitches I shine with a five hundred line long rhyme

I come from the State where the bitches be fine on main line

It ain't no crime to see I ride a whore when I hit it from behind

You must be out your rabbit ass mind you think your bitch jab a lot

You got chips cause here it don't matter when you ain't hit the right spot

Cause you wanna roll with the thugs that ain't scared to get a swing on

Bang gone TQ the whisper that been this bomb bitch here, sing on

I'm bullet [?] you low as my religeon I ain't from [????]

If you done believe me then you can come and see me

I'm banking, folks had better not come from S.D.C.

B-ITCH!!!

[TQ:] Yeah, my nigga Jayo, today yo, y'all done heard about it?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Kam]

I live this westlife see the stress strife

Knife and needles niggas with the sticky green

They make Viki jeans and white Filas

T-shirt, new chicks be hurting new tricks

You brake laws doing wrong, chewing those straws and two-fix

One time to greet you with a drawn gun

They can't stand to see us having fun these assholes be on one

Niggas on the run just like a free laid light

Don't house arrest her in an orange vest working on the free-way

But we play for keeps, my peeps I represent

I'm laying down a law and order boy and quarter roy a time spinner

Venom like a snake, I make your muscles lock

So I give my spray can a shake and strike your whole block

Son, you've got me twisting like the [?] on a Guiness stout beer

Cause when it come to L.A. rap, I'm the tightest nigga out here

(Woo shit!) Niggas got amunessure but Kam sees ya

[Chorus x2]

[Outro: TQ]

[Repeat through out outro: Westside, westide]

Yeah! On the remix,

in case y'all didn't know that was my nigga Jayo,

my homeboy Kam and TQ. Y'all never saw us coming.

Westside westside...

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