Lyrics
I remember living poor
Police breaking down the door
I’m watching homies die from war
Through the years up in the 4
It get grimey here fosho
That’s West LA
If you ain’t know
424’s and 310’s
Lowriders and super sports
This where I grew up as a screw up
Feeling a sense of pride
From all the gang signs I threw up
Homie the west side is too much
The dress style be too plush
The mind set is too tough
We going up
Be sure to meet us there
We gonna lowride
From LA up into Times Square
See me dripping in that
Supermax hardware
Ridding with some spittas
Experts in the arts of warfare
The home Iv’e known
Started to disappear
Consider this your only souvenir
Im doing this
So they know we was here
Im doing this
So they know we was here
And after all
The blood sweat and tears
We still lowriding through the years
Im doing this
So they know we was here
Im doing this
So they know we was here
Im capturing the evidence
The culture of the residents
Cus folks with dead presidents
Wanna buy my residence
For property development
To profit from the raise of rent
This shit gettin too prevalent
The west been changing ever since
Big moneys moving in
Now I see the fool I been
I should of been investing in
A home to double up the win
Im knowing what I didn’t then
About the use of benjamins
To mass produce them dividends
Cus dirty money needs a cleanse
The home Iv’e known
Started to disappear
Consider this your only souvenir
Im doing this
So they know we was here
Im doing this
So they know we was here
And after all
The blood sweat and tears
We still lowriding through the years
Im doing this
So they know we was here
Im doing this
So they know we was here