Westside, Westside   Westside, Westside      [Chorus x2]   If you're feeling kind of tipsy and high tonight   Take a choke it's time to ride tonight   It's alright on the Westside, the Westside      Break through Stacy Adams, Anchor Blue gangster stepping   Ain't nobody slipping, one of my boys got a weapon   I'm headed to the park, jeans swinging left to right   Feeling alright, keep my dogs all in sight   Baller night, shot caller night, helicopter light spinners   And it's barely the beginning   Hot women spending big faces for hours   Drinking White Russians and Mintory Sours   Leaning like the tower, bent to the limit   Take another shot for the block, homey clear it   I hear it in the back, I hear it in the front   Westside, Killer Cal, whether you like it or not   Posted up at the spot, show me what you got   Next round is on me, believe me it don't stop   Till you drop, that's the was we gonna handle this   From San Diego to Los Angeles we're scandelous      [Chorus x2]      How about we play quarters or spin the bottle   The rule of the game drink it all till it's hollow   Follow my lead, take it to the brain   Whether we're swigging or hitting Mary Jane   If you can't hang or maintain me and my gang   Under control and then we let the shots ring   If you claim to be a baller let it be known   Mr. Shadow from San Diego   Killafornia making you bounce to this   Worldwide let's ride through the early mist   If you ain't on the list then you ain't wanted here   Bring all the cups and the brew over here      [Chorus x2]