Westside, Where the Devil Be Peeping

Westside is were we ride, we get high
This is the life of those whose family's cry
Waiting and changing and chasing and drinking and driving
We weeping, the devil he peeping

Making it pop nonstop I gotta get it hot
Be ready to pop when I'm ready to start
Y'all youngins never seen what the magazine can bring
It was an easy read from a to b

That book of double a it was said to have saved
All the insane from the thing that made the people go insane
They pleases and diseases, needing Jesus, rip in pieces
Reese's Pieces, we succeeded, this disease isn't needed

It is very plain, rip the wicked from the vein
We be tryna to be saved
If Jesus was enslaved

We be worshiping Satan
And we both be thinking
What the fuck are we waiting for
Open up the devil's door

Westside is were we ride, we get high
This is the life of those whose family's cry
Waiting and changing and chasing and drinking and driving
We weeping, the devil he peeping
Westside is were we ride, we get high
This is the life of those whose family's cry
Waiting and changing and chasing and drinking and driving
We weeping, the devil he peeping

You can see it is very clear
The devil wants to be everywhere
He breathes your air, he's a millionaire
All the women stare
With pennies they scare

Representing the pain, the pennies in the bank
It is everything that make the normal people go insane
Wishing it was a dream
The secrets to be seen
Women magazines and living things bleed

We were swimming in a stream
With other human beings
Being boiled alive, don't believe in God
The sound of ripping flesh
Gripping, having sex, think that your neck
Will be decapitated

Westside is were we ride, we get high
This is the life of those whose family's cry
Waiting and changing and chasing and drinking and driving
We weeping, the devil he peeping
Westside is were we ride, we get high
This is the life of those whose family's cry
Waiting and changing and chasing and drinking and driving
We weeping, the devil he peeping

Westside is were we ride, we get high
This is the life of those whose family's cry
Waiting and changing and chasing and drinking and driving
We weeping, the devil he peeping

Open your eyes, see the warning signs
Buried alive all before the sun
Burning your brain, the pain is in me
The things that I think won't set me free

The pain that I feel is all so real
Tactical range the skills I feel with zeal
Bringing an insane amount of energy
Will never be thanked since I was a teen

You want a limousine and big flashy things
Get in women's jeans be bashing brains
Never received a God damn thing
Can't you see the world is bringing you pain

Westside is were we ride, we get high
This is the life of those whose family's cry
Waiting and changing and chasing and drinking and driving
We weeping, the devil he peeping
Westside is were we ride, we get high
This is the life of those whose family's cry
Waiting and changing and chasing and drinking and driving
We weeping, the devil he peeping

Westside is were we ride, we get high
This is the life of those whose family's cry
Waiting and changing and chasing and drinking and driving
We weeping, the devil he peeping