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TO LIVE OR DIE IN LA, IMA MAKE MA ENEMIES GET ON THER KNEE'S AND PRAY TO BE DEAD

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(chorus)
Low ridin, on the highway
.45 on my waist thats my way
ima cali ***** every single day
so cross ma finger wen i die
ill be throwin up Westside

(verse1)
i see angelz everywhere that i go
niggaz takin numbers everytime i get my flow
racist mutha ******** wont stop me from gettin my dou
grab ma gat c**k and load
fire that .45 wile sellin blow
runnin from da po po
but im 2 quik
i turn around and their a** is too slow
hide in a random hynas house and already shawty gettin low
call up a homie he tellin me he told on me
so i gotta keep runnin
i gotta keep fightin
every1 knows me
they say im King of the Money
get the girls in line so that i count ma hunneyz
so run up da x niggaz house
catch him readin "Being Gangsta For Dummies"

(chorus x2)
Low ridin, on the highway
.45 on my waist thats my way
ima cali ***** every single day
so cross ma finger wen i die
ill be throwin up Westside

(verse2)
gat to his mouth "U think im bein funny"
"this aint no joke"
"dont make me shoot your folks"
so i fired once or twice
and left da ***** bein iced
women and kids screamin
red and blue light are beaming
5-0 ran right past me
i see a ***** from a distance laughing
it turned out he was tryin 2 blast me
so i duck and cover
grab da .45 and i blind fired
i get up i see no1's ther i must be tired
gat in my hand standin in da night
LA is all bout lookin for fights
until i grow up ill figure out wat are my true plites
till then ill be ballin in my white nikes
bustin them niggaz in ther gay tights
this is Westside, either sag or take a hike
its really crazy...
wen ur in Cali Baby...

(chorus x2)
Low ridin, on the highway
.45 on my waist thats my way
ima cali ***** every single day
so cross ma finger wen i die
ill be throwin up Westside

(verse 3) (singin)
i dont know why i try
cuz soon ill die
dont want my mom to cry
grow angel wings
so that i can fly
its so hard to live
wen you're so big
i love how they hate me
cuz im throwin up AP

(chorus x4)
Low ridin, on the highway
.45 on my waist thats my way
ima cali ***** every single day
so cross ma finger wen i die
ill be throwin up Westside