Gyeah, Westside, somebody told me   They want some of that thug shit up in here   So I'ma take ya back down memory lane   And give ya some of that wicked shit      And I'ma do this right here   For all my CPT G's in the house   Check this out      As my life takes a twirl, I say fuck the world   'Cause sometimes it seems that it's all a bad dream   Pops must have fucked with moms on the scheme   But sooner or later he left our 2 man team but fuck him      Times done changed, I'm in the game   And I bring moms pain, 'cause the game is slangin caine   Cries from my eyes as I hits the street   Pounds in the chest the heart beats as I roll with heats      Pops wasn't around but for a minute or shit   Until he skipped across town with another bitch to stick   Stuck moms one more times then dropped a dime   And on top of that had a son same age mine      But, uhh, don't blame me, 'cause, Lord, I try not to   Have an attitude like "Fuck him until I die"   But now I rebel and 'cause moms hell   And hit the blocks, 'cause I'm into makin illegal mail   Gyeah      If you keep your hood tight, everything's gonna be alright   If you're down then you can ride with me   It's thicker than water, baby, me and you   It's thicker than water, baby, so what we gonna do      Now I runs with a gang that Hoo-Bangs for fame   And crosstown robberies know tha nickname   Leave 'em dead in they shoes as we servin' the blues   G's that pack tools pay dues to rule so it's cool      They dumps and we dumps back   Me and my G's and the 6-4 black layin 'em flat   Rata-tat-tat from the Gat and shit   We represent y'all hit the bricks when the pistols spit      And I had a straight bitch and shit, that's cool   I slang for cash while she hit the books in school   I live and die for the hood, she knew the rule   Love for this thug when the world would seem cruel      I crips where the enemies dwell but I'm no fool   Undercover drive off strapped with the tool   But I slipped then packed my clip   My hoodrat tripped and didn't scoop   But they still didn't shoot, gyeah      If you keep your hood tight, everything's gonna be alright   If you're down then you can ride with me   It's thicker than water, baby, me and you   It's thicker than water, baby, so what we gonna do      I made it to Deuce-5, baby and that's luck   In this rap shit to try to make some bucks   Seems like the gang bang thang got tougher   A little bit younger but then bit rougher      They been tellin' me to watch out for jealousy   'Cause now a friend of me was a enemy   Strange the game done changed switched   Ain't that a bitch with the rivals makin' some change      In and outta lanes in the passenger seat   Me and you and our crew strapped with heat   Outta town runs for funs no beef   We all hit licks and blows the chronic leaf      But payback's a bitch in the end you know   And she sets up traps, 'cause she snatch for dough   Let it go no come up your last trick   'Cause my brother's got my back when the shit gets thick   Gyeah      If you keep your hood tight, everything's gonna be alright   If you're down then you can ride with me   It's thicker than water, baby, me and you   It's thicker than water, baby, so what we gonna do      If you keep your hood tight, everything's gonna be alright   If you're down then you can ride with me   It's thicker than water, baby, me and you   It's thicker than water, baby, so what we gonna do