[Intro]
Ooh
(Lethal)
It's Remble
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 1: Remble]
Westside to your grandkids and they damn kids
"Oh my gosh, girl, it's Remble, I can't stand him"
Wеll, damn, bitch, then you probably have to sit down (Sit down, bitch)
Can't stand me, and I ain't еven lay no dick down
Big Glock, this here'll get a nigga flip-flopped
Aim it at his feet, have him doing the Crip walk
Stick talk, this chop can make a nigga shit his pants
This chop can make a nigga start to feel like Jeremy Lin
Shoot him in his back and make sure he never walk again (Damn)
Shoot him in his head and make sure he never talk again (Damn)
Bend a corner, throw up dubs when I'm walking in (Westside)
I'm really known to play with drums like a marching band
[Chorus: Remble & Almighty Zay]
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 on it)
I be dressed in all-black when I go ride (I be—, ayy)
If the homies say it's on, then it's go-time (What he say?)
[Verse 2: Almighty Zay]
Northside to the Eastside, where we C-slide
And I've 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've been going nuts, you can't hold mine
Like a baby's first word, man, I blow minds
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, nigga
[Chorus: 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