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This how we do it. This how we do it. This how we do it on the Westside. This how we do it. This how we do it. On the Westside. D-R-E is at the party, so it's time to Be chose. Just park my Wildcat on the Zenas And Vogues. And I enter into a club that's Fully packed. Full of the ballers, ballers, Hustlers, G's, nigga macks. And I act like a true boss nigga should. Passing out dap to the soldiers from my hood. Letting 'em know that Deuce-er was in the house. The nigga that's quick to take your crib with Pistol in your mouth. Tonight, sigh, we won't be Hearing no shots. Even though I got the Demon Juiced down deep in my socks. I'm a half At a head of a ho or ten. Twisted off of the gin and hen, wanting me To run up in. I ask fast, quick and In a hurry. I ain't doing shit until my Vision gets blurry. I suck down a gang of Tang meanwhile. That's how we do it, Mob style. This how we do it. This how we do it. This how we do It. This how we do it on the Westside. This how we do it. This how we do it. This how we do it. This how we do it on the Westside. I say the party's getting started, the place is Getting packed. Slut hoes, see-through clothes, Tight shorts, ass fat. Ballers, Rolex, packing something that's catching Booze, fool. Pulling up, Lexus coupe, representing Loot. No 4-0's, just hundred dollar drinks hit the Mouth. Guzzle it down 'cause it's all on the House. Fat pools, two jacuzzis for those who wanna Kick back. Ten fine hoes for bump and grind Contact. That's the way we do it on this Westside tip. House full of true black men with Empty clips. Soul food, Thai food, Pick a food, it's on. We got everything from Calamari to dead fools. Niggas shooting dice, hundred dollar limit bets. We got everything for ballers, players, and vets. No po-po's in sight, property private owned. Music straight loud, straight shaking the walls. Got everybody kicking it from O. J. To Tyson. Sir Mix-a-Lot, Ice Cube, nigga, Peabo Bryson. Invitation only, no doo-loos allowed. It's a mack thing, no gangbang, 200 deep crowd. This how we do it. This how we do it. This how we do it. This how we do it on the Westside. This is how we do it. This is how we ride. West Coast on the ride. West Coast on the side. Way back, I had Caddies and Perms. I used to lean on my terms and do The Eldo burns. Whipping and dipping, we cooking barbecue chicken. And don't be bitching about my pimping 'cause I'm Living swell. So swell I gotta checks my Rolex. And schedule my next sex, the sweet thing's on Deck. Player haters wanna peep through the fence and Things. We don't trip 'cause we all got game. No squabbing, just mobbing, swinging things like Robin. You hate me, but your girl's head bobbing. My name ain't Pacino, but I fold the C-notes. I don't play Keno, I play she though. I got a gut and I'm sitting on a Million bucks. Yeah, and I drop cuts so tough, Lucky Cruz or Chuck. And I truly ain't giving a fuck, Mob style. This how we do it. This how we do it. This how we Do It. This how we do it on Westside. This This how we do it on the Westside. For life. Westside, Westside, Mob Style. This is how we do it.