Real Bad Boyz Westside
DJ KING ASSASSIN Lyrics
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Thug Life! Comin’str8 out the West Coast,
Real Boy Killaz!
2Pac with the Assassin! And we ridin’for the West Side!
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin’at you?
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin’at you?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin’at you?
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when we comin’at you?
I got these bustaz on my block, and they after me Runnin’round tellin’these niggaz, how they goin’capture me.
It’s gettin’krazy, it’s hard to make my mind up Now should I bucm em’down and put my .9 up?
Ya see, I ain’t a Bad Boy, jus’a boy that had it bad
I graduated frum .22's to .357 mags.
Runnin’on these marks for they stash and I ain’t askin
Givin’up or get the blastin'.
The penitentiary don’t scare me A str8 thug nigga… hoes say they’ll take care of me.
And tell me who the fuck you goin’find?
Rough enough to tell these bitch niggaz this is mine
Now busta meet my .9!
20 role on the grind, I’m sick about mine and uhh
Ain’t nutin’wrong wit’gettin’high.
A hustlin’ass nigga from the projects
I’m makin’loot, screamin’Thug Life, nigga when I shoot.
They made me a (badboy!)
(hook)
Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
Fuck Bad Boy!
I’m screamin’wet side ridah when when we and in a hoo ride
Suicide til the day we die, gettin’high!
Frum the Bay to LA, drinkin’Tanqueray and da Alize
When we stay on the blocks, slangin’rocks, runnin’frum cops.
When we runnin', we comin', and gunnin’and you get done and
In the city wit’no pity, down wit’Thug Life, we doin’it live!
Everytime we side on you trick made bitches.
Packin’a .45, recognize the game in yo’set
Betta jet when I get you wet, wit’intention a’do or die
Homicide, genocide to the other side
When we glide wit’my nigga Pac we bustin’em niggaz
On the block wit’Gangsta-D back up me you real OG
Comin’up outta the 7 Trees.
Strick .9 to the LHD
We claimin’to bring we make em fiend
For the fact we havin’em stack on the map
For the city of Sac al the way to the Jo’when we stroll
Poppin the mos, outta killa California, str8 loc westcoast!
(hook)
Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
The lyrics to DJ KING ASSASSIN's song Real Bad Boyz describe a lifestyle that is characterized by violence, guns, drugs, and the rap culture that rose to prominence in the 90s. The song features 2Pac, one of the most influential and controversial rappers of all time, and DJ KING ASSASSIN, who was renowned for his West Coast beats. The song embodies the essence of Thug Life, a term that was popularized by 2Pac and represented the struggles of people living in impoverished neighborhoods. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a world where gangs thrive and where survival is the main priority.
The first few lines of the song introduce the listener to the West Coast and the Real Boy Killaz. 2Pac and DJ KING ASSASSIN make it clear that they are representing the West Side and that they are Bad Boyz who are coming for their enemies. The chorus repeats the words "Bad Boy" four times, and it is clear that this is a reference to the rival East Coast hip-hop group Bad Boy Entertainment. The verse then delves into the lifestyle of a gang member, with references to guns and violence. 2Pac describes how he has progressed from using a .22-caliber gun to a .357-magnum revolver. He also reflects on whether he should "buck em’down" (shoot them) or "put my .9 up" (hide his gun and walk away).
The second verse continues with the theme of violence and gang life, with references to the penitentiary and "bitch niggaz." 2Pac and DJ KING ASSASSIN make it clear that they are living "Thug Life," and that they are willing to kill or be killed. They celebrate being able to make money through illegal means, such as selling drugs, and they show no remorse for the violence that they inflict. The song ends with a reference to the West Coast and the need to keep "thuggin'." Overall, the lyrics to Real Bad Boyz paint a bleak picture of life in the inner cities and highlight the glorification of violence and crime in the rap music of the 90s.
Line by Line Meaning
Thug Life! Comin’str8 out the West Coast, Real Boy Killaz!
Representing the West Coast, we are real and true thugs!
2Pac with the Assassin! And we ridin’for the West Side!
2Pac is riding with us to represent and fight for the West Side!
Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when we comin’at you?
We are coming for the Bad Boys and they better be ready for us!
I got these bustaz on my block, and they after me Runnin’round tellin’these niggaz, how they goin’capture me.
There are people on my block trying to capture me and they are spreading rumors to make it happen.
It’s gettin’krazy, it’s hard to make my mind up Now should I bucm em’down and put my .9 up?
Things are getting out of hand, and I am trying to decide whether or not to use my gun.
Ya see, I ain’t a Bad Boy, jus’a boy that had it bad I graduated frum .22's to .357 mags.
I am not a Bad Boy, just a boy who had a rough life and had to upgrade my gun from a .22 to .357 magnum.
Runnin’on these marks for they stash and I ain’t askin Givin’up or get the blastin'.
I am chasing people and not asking for their things. They can either give it up or I will shoot them.
The penitentiary don’t scare me A str8 thug nigga… hoes say they’ll take care of me.
I am not afraid of going to prison, and the women around me swear to take care of me.
And tell me who the fuck you goin’find? Rough enough to tell these bitch niggaz this is mine Now busta meet my .9!
Who do you think you will find that is tough enough to challenge me and my claim to this place? Meet my gun!
20 role on the grind, I’m sick about mine and uhh Ain’t nutin’wrong wit’gettin’high.
I am always hustling to make money and there is nothing wrong with getting high too.
A hustlin’ass nigga from the projects I’m makin’loot, screamin’Thug Life, nigga when I shoot.
I am a hardworking guy from the projects, making money, and yelling Thug Life when I shoot my gun.
Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time!
No one can stop us, representing the West Side and thug life!
Fuck Bad Boy! I’m screamin’wet side ridah when when we and in a hoo ride Suicide til the day we die, gettin’high!
I really don't care about the Bad Boys. I am screaming that I am a West Side rider and we are always ready to fight or die while getting high.
Frum the Bay to LA, drinkin’Tanqueray and da Alize When we stay on the blocks, slangin’rocks, runnin’frum cops.
Whether we are in the Bay or LA, we drink Tanqueray and Alize and keep selling drugs while running from the cops.
When we runnin', we comin', and gunnin’and you get done and In the city wit’no pity, down wit’Thug Life, we doin’it live!
When we are running, we are coming for you with guns and we will get you. We are doing things the thug life way in the city.
Everytime we side on you trick made bitches. Packin’a .45, recognize the game in yo'set
Every time we come around, the fake and weak people expose themselves. I carry a .45 gun and know how to play the game.
Betta jet when I get you wet, wit’intention a’do or die Homicide, genocide to the other side
You better run when I start shooting at you, because I am willing to kill or die trying. I will destroy anyone on the opposite side.
When we glide wit’my nigga Pac we bustin’em niggaz On the block wit’Gangsta-D back up me you real OG Comin’up outta the 7 Trees.
When me and Pac are on the streets, we are killing people. Gangsta-D has always had my back since coming out of 7 Trees (an area in San Jose).
Strick .9 to the LHD We claimin’to bring we make em fiend For the fact we havin’em stack on the map For the city of Sac al the way to the Jo’when we stroll
I am carrying a powerful .9 gun and claiming everything to make people crave our products. We are making people stack their money and respect us, from Sacramento to San Joaquin when we stroll.
Poppin the mos, outta killa California, str8 loc westcoast!
We are popping and doing our thing in California, representing the straight loc West Coast!
Bad Boys can’t stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'!
No one can stop us and we will keep on living the thug life!
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Written by: CRAIG STEVEN VENEGAS
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