thats how we do it on the westside, killafornia, put it on ya, bout to make ya respect mine, when every morning its time to ride, its yo time to die its automatic like a tech nine, nigga its impossible to check mine, better find a way to put some distance between me an you, its on sight when i see your crew you better blast first cuz killin yo bitch ass is the thing to do, either me or you, an i'll be damn if i'm goin out cursed in a hearse nigga fuck that, worse come to worse ima be the one with the gun burstin first nigga trust that