Why Can't We Live Together - Mystic Diversions, 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