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Lyrics: Ice Cube. I Am the West. I Rep That West.

You know what West Coast niggas is gon' tell me?
This is too West Coast

Doin' my own thing
And if you got a problem with that
Then the Nina go bang, bang
And I'll be everywhere on the map

But I rep that
West
I rep that
West

I rep that
West
I rep that
West

I rep that
West
I rep that
West

I rep that
West
I rep that
West

Don't you know that I rep that
Why you got to let that boy in the buildin'?
Don't you know that he about to kill 'em?
Don't you know that he about to hurt y'all feelings?
Can't find Ren, might as well play the villain

I'mma get him
Why, 'cause I can't baby sit him
I'mma whip him, treat him like bad ass children
Is it evil, y'all better call them people
How I get down, just ain't legal

Money long, sorta like Louis Vuitton
I run this shit right here, call me Marathon
(Boom)
I blow like a cherry bomb
You a small donation, bitch, I'm a telethon

West Coast million, what is he really on?
Is it that shit that niggas go silly on?
Hell, no, the pyroclastic flow is evident
(West Side)
And y'all know what I represent

Doin' my own thing
And if you got a problem with that
Then the Nina go bang, bang
And I be everywhere on the map

But I rep that
West
I rep that
West

I rep that
West
I rep that
West

I rep that
West
I rep that
West

I rep that
West
I rep that
West
I rep that

Y'all know what it is
Is this too West Coast for you motherfuckers?
So what?
Sanctioned by the OGs of America
The Grand Wizard is a certified G
That mean genius, bitch