Pharaoh mafia, keep a stick I'm mop in ya, off in ya, pussy I smell tilapia, it's obvious

You can't touch the kid, Chris Hansen is a Dateline bitch, twisted, keep my fingers twisted

West Coast, I daily represent it, they pretend it, a photoshopped image, cut em out the picture, I'm able with the scissors

In the kitchen, cookin' like sizzlers, light it up, you smell the cookie sizzle, when I puff, big backwoods stuffed

Like my pockets, I had to run it up, need a M, to flip and throw it up, first and last is the way I'm showin' up

Hit the stage, grab the mic and show em up, we on that West Coast shit bruh

Life outside, choppin' the sky, just another day on the West Side, 58880, we connected

Just another day on the West Side, every block bop wanna have my baby, just another day on the West Side

Out in the vill, youngins goin' crazy, just another day on the West Side

Just another day on the West Side

This is how we livin' on the West Side

Chopper in the sky on the West Side

Light it up on the West Side

City cap, corner store tea, jabot jeans, swag drip, not a crease, we elite, all foes get deceased

Home court, we know we gotta eat, we all about peace, till you start actin' stubborn

Take from a sucker, split it with your brother, it's all fuckin' love, put it on my mother

Yeah, till that chopper start to mutter

Live outside, chopper in the sky, just another day on the West Side, 58880, we connected

Just another day on the West Side

Every block bop wanna have my baby, just another day on the West Side

Out in the field, youngins goin' crazy, just another day on the West Side

Just another day on the West Side

This is how we livin' on the West Side

Chopper in the sky on the West Side

Light it up on the West Side