Geah
  My nigga Muggs in the house
  Who keeps you humpin'
  Eihthype keeps you thumpin'
  Always into somethin'
  Westside got it going on
  Westside got it going on
  
  Who creeps in smooth with moves like Gotti
  Trips to make grips and back to the party
  Million dollar holler with the Jazzy Belles
  97 makes moves with the freaky tales
  Hold up, stop the presses
  Floats to the club and show me love in little short dresses
  From 8 at night till 6 in the morn'
  Intend to get ?naked?, try to put me on
  Tick tock, it don't stop, clock keeps tickin'
  Pour one more and wait for the liquor to kick in
  Lookin suspicious cause you don't know the game plan
  To the V.I.P. you peeps the ?three span?
  Naughty as I wanna be, so check it
  Drama to the women I perfected to get naked
  2 shots of the V.S.O.P. R閙y
  Converstions as I tugs on your bikini
  Got to get it, cause I've never had
  Takes the party back to my pad, color me bad
  Oops... I swoops up in the Coupe
  One more pussy to loop, I'm knockin the boots
  Geah
  
  Who got you humpin'
  Eihthype's always bumpin'
  Always into somethin' (geah)
  Westside's got it goin' on
  
  Number one desperado, packin the hollows
  In a nice tight suit with Christy to swallow
  Who's the role model, bitch butt-naked on the boat
  'cross the lake, we skate with the heavy weights
  Can you feel me? Surfs all night, be rich
  500 super sport, low-low's hittin' the switch
  Gots long dough, fo' sho', cops paid by the month
  Weekly in the club, gots ho's to hunt
  Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese
  Ain't never seen three niggas like these
  Still gots the connects, pulls china white from Muggs
  Rolex, more sex by the Compton thugs
  Senoritas and peso's for the Amigos
  Wherever the wind blows, you're sure to see those
  Heavyweight hustlers that got the green
  Chronic, snaps and bitches, the American Dream
  Geah
  
  Chorus...
  
  Makes me wanna throw my hands up and holler
  It all seems like a dream
  How we gettin the cream and still in Impalas, c'mon
  If you gots the time, then I gots the time
  Best not be that bitch dropped dime
  Stops my money flow, where's my money, hoe?
  Out the door, watch the pimp with the gangsta limp
  Limo rides, westside, I keep it crackin
  Thousand dollar suits while the Gators keep snappin
  Bird flies in, top dollar bitches to stab
  Sets up nice on Boom Bam ab
  Makes me laugh sometimes... ha-ha
  Fine bitches and money makes me do the cha cha
  Ooh-lah-lah, 'cross the board money to spend
  Open the door, bitch, get in
  
  Chorus...
  
  My nigga Muggs one time, c'mon
  Geah
  Ya know how we do, ya know how we do
  Come on, get down like you live, get down like you live
  Geah