Why Can'T We Live Together (feat. Daniele Vit)

Westside, westside I'm from the westside, westside Westside, westside Westside, westside My new girl in all black like Wednesday Adams She used to go to private school Got a cool attitude, I'm flattered Don't wanna talk about what don't matter Like how I used to ship out to Atlanta bumping Country Grammar What would you do? What would you do? What would you do? If you could get with me and my crew What would you do? If you could smoke with me and my crew They wonder why we never leave the ghetto I can't get you out of my mind I never leave the ghetto, no I can't get it out of my heart Never leave the ghetto Westside, westside I'm so westside, westside Never leave the ghetto Westside, westside Never leave the ghetto Westside, westside I'm a man of many hats All my skills intact, vibe so laid back Got the game to make these hoes react They ain't fuckin, we don't call those back I come at her like Ay I like the way that ass bounce Like you coming straight down from the bay Young niggas, we don't play If your homie got a problem with the crew That nigga better pray Boy I do this every-day If they fucking with the pay I'm a hustler I'm gonna get it anyway, come on baby The pussy wet, let me swim these laps I never gave a fuck what you niggas say, whatchu saying Man, shit ain't rocket science That bullshit you talking, I ain't buying it Got a nigga feeling violent I wish you wack niggas retire Cause ain't none of you shit inspire me You don't meet the requirements Weak pussy, like the bitches you ride with And nigga I don't need no sidekick I be that fly nigga Han solo slide dolo through the city I don't really need the promo I know you see me nigga Westside, westside for your mind one time Eastside, eastside for your mind one time Have you ever heard of a slaughter? Don't get caught slipping Sipping on that Hennessy be getting niggas tripping We grew up with bangers Probably smoked a blunt with every fucking gang It's a D-E-S-T thang! Good Joon from the SC, South Central Moved to Pasadena from 106th and Denker It's true what they say You can take a nigga out the hood, but the hood gone be in him But I don't want a issue But if you need it I got a cool pair of hands and a big ass pistol I just wanna see a movie with your sister At the drive-in, blowing kush out the window We only roll fat blunts, no pencils Shit, I'm so West I dropped out of college Started popping my collar, locked in with my niggas Now we out here getting dollars, Momma told me to be a scholar I told mama I'm a stoner My first car was a green Impala, you shoulda known it Pops found out from smelling my car One morning after being with the homies But he didn't trip on me Cause at that time, him and my grandma was still smoking Apples don't fall far from the tree Whole family blow, got the whole house reeking Bumping some G shit, probably sipping Olde English I prefer Miller High Life when we party for no damn reason Tis the season, to be sleazy