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Westside
1.038
Hip-Hop/Rap
Westside wurde am 23. August 2005 von Atlantic Records als Teil des Albums veröffentlicht25 to Life
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Veröffentlichungsdatum23. August 2005
LabelAtlantic Records
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM75

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
P$C
P$C
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Cortez Thomas
Cortez Thomas
Songwriter
Montay Humphrey
Montay Humphrey
Songwriter
Nathaniel Josey
Nathaniel Josey
Songwriter
Sean Merrett
Sean Merrett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
DJ Montay
DJ Montay
Producer
Elliott Carter
Elliott Carter
Recording Engineer

Songtexte

60 shots make sure that ass don't recover
60 shots make sure that ass don't recover
60 shots make sure that ass don't recover
60 shots make sure that ass don't recover
These **** all bark (All bark), no bite (No bite)
Try some real **** (Real ****), try the Westside (The Westside)
There's nowhere to run (Nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (Nowhere to hide)
Everywhere they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These **** all bark (All bark), no bite (No bite)
Try some real **** (Real ****), try the Westside (The Westside)
There's nowhere to run (Nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (Nowhere to hide)
Everywhere they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
I'm from Atlanta big scandalous, blowin' out ya candlestick
Make you wish, I'ma take you deeper than a school of fish
And rule the brick, cook the brick, I'm the one who took the brick
Silly ****, I'm the one that put you on this gangsta shit
The master of this trap shit, fifty keys in the crib, hundred G's on my fat bitch
Fuck around with the right clique, we'll put ya down with a lick for some white shit
Move on the nightshift, move when I say hold the tool with a tight grip
**** say he ain't like TIP, so I shot him in the foot that let him know we run a tight shift
We might bite but we don't flip, keep the money comin' in with a nice split
I got a lowkey crew with a nice shit, when come I let the pitbull house sit
What you say, pussy ****, you ain't bout shit, we can take it outside, yeah, my mouth's slick
Fuck around get in when you know cube, tryna flex out here on that hoe shit
Call Jack get ya front and backdoor kicked, call Dro he'll bust a **** ass quick
Put-a-put-a-put a "boom" of my gun spit, stop poppin', lil' ****, you don't run shit
Hoe this we can take it to the club, ****, take it to the streets, ****
Take it to the fists, ****, take it to the heat
These **** all bark (All bark), no bite (No bite)
Try some real **** (Real ****), try the Westside (The Westside)
There's nowhere to run (Nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (Nowhere to hide)
Everywhere they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These **** all bark (All bark), no bite (No bite)
Try some real **** (Real ****), try the Westside (The Westside)
There's nowhere to run (Nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (Nowhere to hide)
Everywhere they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
Pull up lemme straight somethin', all these **** fakin' frontin'
Claimin' this in Westside, I ain't never seen your homie
Try, I got that Eagle on me, see it in your eyes, you phony
Froze when you see me comin', in that Hummer, Me and Boney
Still in these trenches servin' late night wit my cousin
Pounds comin' by the dozen, straight drop these smokers love it
Damn, I'm so in the hustle, on the south we really thuggin'
On the south we really buckin', on the south we really bustin'
I'm talkin' Bankhead, Simpson Road, make bread, flippin' O's
Chevy sittin' on 24's, try me and this pistol goes
We ain't scared, ain't dead, we still pimpin' hoes
Shhh, keep it on the low, murder cases don't mention those
Just know that my combustion spontaneous ****
No conversation, I don't deal with miscellaneous ****
How many times must I explain to you ****, I bring the pain to you ****
P down this pistol play, I ain't a beginner
These **** all bark (All bark), no bite (No bite)
Try some real **** (Real ****), try the Westside (The Westside)
There's nowhere to run (Nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (Nowhere to hide)
Everywhere they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These **** all bark (All bark), no bite (No bite)
Try some real **** (Real ****), try the Westside (The Westside)
There's nowhere to run (Nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (Nowhere to hide)
Everywhere they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
I'ma westside **** get it in now they call, why you hustle out there?
Cause these J's have jobs, I know everything
Bout the blow, boy, don't make me start
Made a million dollar trap movin' million dollar hard
You can catch me in Center Hill, Simpson Road, Bowen Homes or Bankhead Courts
Hangin' with some young ****, strapped, zooted, ready to go
For them Chips Ahoy, ****, put one through your fucking hoe
Your momma too, this the westside, ****, you ain't know?
"Get down or lay down" - Westside motto
AK's and grenades, strapped with some Calicoes
Jumpin' out the four do' stretched out Benzo
Yes, we're still run the city, like them damn diablos
Them **** in the club, yeah, they spend a lot of money
But they brown and they soft, ain't good here, honey
Them traps'll lockdown like Danny Boy was out
Mr. Mr. Westside, now you know what I'm bout
These **** all bark (All bark), no bite (No bite)
Try some real **** (Real ****), try the Westside (The Westside)
There's nowhere to run (Nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (Nowhere to hide)
Everywhere they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These **** all bark (All bark), no bite (No bite)
Try some real **** (Real ****), try the Westside (The Westside)
There's nowhere to run (Nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (Nowhere to hide)
Everywhere they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
60 shots make sure that ass don't recover
60 shots make sure that ass don't recover
60 shots make sure that ass don't recover
60 shots make sure that ass don't recover
Written by: Clifford Harris, Cortez Thomas, Montay Humphrey, Nathaniel Josey, Sean Merrett
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