West Side Wicked - AMB

If it’s money that you need, homie you can get it All you gotta do is a keep a loaded clip and speak with it In the street with it Lift him off his fuckin’feet with it Grab a microphone and preach when it’s westside wicked!

Gun play, gotta raid the police right in the middle of streets

I’ll leave 'em all out deceased, I bring peace

To the ways that we kick it Killin’off you hoes and tricks, it’s been seen in the distance

It’s westside wicked!

If it’s a bitch that you want, homie you can have her

Just make sure you’re ready to stab her and don’t ask her for shit!

Just be like, «Which one of y’all bitches is suckin’my dick?!»

When it’s westside wicked!

Boom goes the bomb when it drops on the west

No room for the wrong cause we take out the rest

Soon, not too long, smoke chokes out the breath

Of all the people below, we’re makin’death

This is westside wicked!

Wicked — WILD

Wicked — WILD

Wicked, wicked, wicked — WILD

From the start to the end, I bend and break them

Leave 'em dead with the quickness

Bitch, this is westside wicked!

All the women and the kids are safe from date-rape

Cause we took out all the motherfuckin’hate

Contemplate a new beginning with your petty little mind

No lie

Got the whole world ready to die

We be the westside wicked!

If you’re outta control and you like to fight

And your number one wish in life is to die

You can have that —

All you really gotta do is get loud with my crew

And we’ll show you westside wicked!

If you got this shit on lock

Peel the gat back and cock that bitch, pack it tight with the itch

And let me know if you need to roll on them hoes

Then the family will drop them foes

They be the westside wicked!

If you love to see fire all through the night

And you wanna shoot a pig right off his cop bike

If you wanna smoke the phattest bag of some get-right

Sit tight.

I’ll be back, I’m gettin’westside wicked!

Wicked — WILD

Wicked — WILD

Wicked, wicked, wicked — WILD

From the start to the end, I bend and break them

Leave 'em dead with the quickness

Bitch, this is westside wicked!

Everybody from the westside, aim your strap (aim it up)

Lace up your chucks and grab that indo sack.

(smoke it up)

Keep your khaki’s creased, dickies buttoned to the top (to the top)

Pull out your axe-tatt and let them murder-braids rock (just let 'em rock)

And it’s a 2−1-1, keep a missile in your pistol (keep it loaded)

And you can get a zip for the price of a nickel (real easy)

And if the 5−0's comin’ain’t no runnin’just whistle

FOUR FINGERS IN THE AIR, TWO TWISTED IN THE MIDDLE!

Wicked — WILD

Wicked — WILD

Wicked, wicked, wicked — WILD

From the start to the end, I bend and break them

Leave 'em dead with the quickness

Bitch, this is westside wicked!

WEST SIIIIIDE!