Westside
T.I. & The P$C Lyrics


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Westside, Westside
Westside, Westside

[Chorus: x2]
If you're feeling kind of tipsy and high tonight
Take a choke it's time to ride tonight
It's alright on the Westside, the Westside
Break through Stacy Adams, Anchor Blue gangster stepping
Ain't nobody slipping, one of my boys got a weapon
I'm headed to the park, jeans swinging left to right
Feeling alright, keep my dogs all in sight
Baller night, shot caller night, helicopter light spinners
And it's barely the beginning
Hot women spending big faces for hours
Drinking White Russians and Mintory Sours
Leaning like the tower, bent to the limit
Take another shot for the block, homey clear it
I hear it in the back, I hear it in the front
Westside, Killer Cal, whether you like it or not
Posted up at the spot, show me what you got
Next round is on me, believe me it don't stop
Till you drop, that's the was we gonna handle this
From San Diego to Los Angeles we're scandelous

[Chorus: x2]

How about we play quarters or spin the bottle
The rule of the game drink it all till it's hollow
Follow my lead, take it to the brain
Whether we're swigging or hitting Mary Jane
If you can't hang or maintain me and my gang
Under control and then we let the shots ring
If you claim to be a baller let it be known
Mr. Shadow from San Diego
Killafornia making you bounce to this
Worldwide let's ride through the early mist
If you ain't on the list then you ain't wanted here
Bring all the cups and the brew over here





[Chorus: x2]

Overall Meaning

The song Westside by T.I. & The P$C depicts a night in the life of gangsters on the Westside. The song begins with a chorus chanting Westside, Westside repeatedly. The first verse describes the gangsters heading to the park, with their boys and weapons, and feeling good. The night is full of extravagance, with helicopter lights spinners, hot women, and expensive drinks. They are feeling reckless, taking shots, and partying hard until they drop. The second verse depicts them daring to play drinking games like quarters or spin the bottle, and if anyone cannot handle the pressure, they are out. The song ends with a message that if anyone is not on the list, they are not wanted here.


The song is a narrative of the lifestyle of gangsters on the Westside, and it shows how they spend their night with extreme extravagance, drinking large amounts, and partying hard. It also depicts their attitudes towards outsiders who are not on the list. The song uses repetition in the chorus, with the Westside chants, to emphasize the Westside culture and lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

Westside, Westside
They are hyping up the Westside.


If you're feeling kind of tipsy and high tonight
If you're drunk and high tonight.


Take a choke it's time to ride tonight
Smoke marijuana and party tonight.


It's alright on the Westside, the Westside
It's alright partying on the Westside.


Break through Stacy Adams, Anchor Blue gangster stepping
They are dressed in gangster fashion.


Ain't nobody slipping, one of my boys got a weapon
They are armed and protected.


I'm headed to the park, jeans swinging left to right
They are walking to the park, feeling good.


Feeling alright, keep my dogs all in sight
They are feeling good and keeping each other safe.


Baller night, shot caller night, helicopter light spinners
They're having a great time, showing off their fancy cars and helicopter lights.


And it's barely the beginning
The night is just starting, more fun to come.


Hot women spending big faces for hours
There are beautiful women spending a lot of money.


Drinking White Russians and Mintory Sours
They are drinking fancy cocktails.


Leaning like the tower, bent to the limit
They are leaning and drunk.


Take another shot for the block, homey clear it
They are doing a shot in celebration of their location.


I hear it in the back, I hear it in the front
The party is happening everywhere in the area.


Westside, Killer Cal, whether you like it or not
They are proud to be from the Westside, and they don't care if you don't like it.


Posted up at the spot, show me what you got
They are at the party location, ready to party with others.


Next round is on me, believe me it don't stop
They are buying the next round of drinks and the party doesn't stop.


Till you drop, that's the was we gonna handle this
They plan to party so hard that they will eventually get tired and stop.


From San Diego to Los Angeles we're scandelous
They are known for being scandalous from San Diego to Los Angeles.


How about we play quarters or spin the bottle
They suggest playing drinking games.


The rule of the game drink it all till it's hollow
The rule of the game is to drink all of your beer or alcohol.


Follow my lead, take it to the brain
They are leading the party and encourage others to drink more.


Whether we're swigging or hitting Mary Jane
Whether we are drinking alcohol or smoking marijuana.


If you can't hang or maintain me and my gang
If you can't handle the party lifestyle with them, don't hang with them.


Under control and then we let the shots ring
They are in control, then they celebrate with shots.


If you claim to be a baller let it be known
If you claim to be rich and successful, show it off.


Mr. Shadow from San Diego
Mr. Shadow is a rapper from San Diego.


Killafornia making you bounce to this
The partygoers are dancing to the music from Killafornia.


Worldwide let's ride through the early mist
They plan to party all night.


If you ain't on the list then you ain't wanted here
If you weren't invited or don't know anyone there, don't come to the party.


Bring all the cups and the brew over here
Bring all of your cups and drinks to this location.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MONTAY HUMPHREY, SEAN MERRETT, JOSEPH HARRIS, NATHANIEL JOSEY, CORTEZ THOMAS

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Ali Khan

Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover

[Chorus: MacBoney]
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)

[Verse 1: MacBoney]
I'm from Atlanta big scandalous, blowin' out ya candlestick
Make you wish, Ima take you deeper than a school of fish
[?] a brick, cook the brick, I'm the one who took the brick, silly nigga, I'm the one that put you on this gangsta shit
The master of this trap shit, fifty keys in the crib hundred G's on a flat bitch
Fuck around with the right clique, we'll put ya down wit a lick for some white shit
Move on the nightshift, move when I say hold the tool with a tight grip
Nigga say he ain't like Tip, so I shot him in the foot that let him know we run a tight shift
We might flag but we don't flip, keep the money comin' in with a nice split
I got a lowkey crew with a nice shit, when come I let the pitbull house sit
What you say pussy nigga yeen bout shit
We can take it outside yeah my mouth slick
Fuck around get in boy ya know killed
Tryna flex out here on that hoe shit
Call [?] get ya front and backdoor kicked
Call Dro he'll bust a nigga ass quick
Put-a-put-a-puta pew my gun spit
Stop poppin' lil' nigga you don't run shit
Hoe this we can take it to the club nigga, take it to the streets nigga, take it to the fists nigga, take it to the heat

[Chorus: MacBoney]
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)

[Verse 2: AK]
Pull up lemme straight somethin', all these niggas fakin' frontin'
Claimin' this and westside, I ain't ever seen ya homie
Try it got that eagle on me, see it in ya eyes ya phony
Froze when ya see me comin', in that Hummer, Me and Boney
Still in these trenches servin' late night wit my cousin
Pounds comin' by the dozen, straight drop these smokers love it
Damn I'm so into her, on the south we really thuggin'
On the south we really buckin', on the south we really bustin'

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I'm talkin' Bankhead, Simpson Road, make bread flippin' O's
Chevy sittin' on 24's, try me and this pistol goes
We ain't scared, ain't dead, we still pimpin' hoes
Shhh keep it on the low, murder cases don't mention those
Just know that my combustion spontaneous nigga no conversation I don't deal with miscellaneous niggas
How many times must I explain to you niggas, I bring the pain to you niggas
P down for pistol play I ain't a beginner

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[Chorus: MacBoney]
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)

[Verse 4: Big Kuntry King]
I'ma westside nigga get it in now they call, why you hustle out there? Cause these J's have jobs
I know everything bout the blow, boy don't make me start
Made a million dollar trap movin' million dollar hard
You can catch me in Center Hill, Simpson Road, Bowen Homes or Bankhead Court
Hangin' with some young niggas, strapped, zooted, ready to go
For them Chips Ahoy nigga put one through ya fucking hole
Ya momma too, this the westside nigga you ain't know?
Get down or lay down, westside motto, AKs and grenades, strapped with some calicoes
Jumpin' out the four do' stretched out Benzo
Gangstas still run the city, like them damn diablos
Them niggas in the club yeah they spend a lot of money, but they brown and they soft, ain't good here honey
Them traps'll lockdown like Danny Boy was out, Mr. Mr. Westside now you know what I'm bout

[Chorus: MacBoney]
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)

[Intro]
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover

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“WESTSIDE” TRACK INFO

Produced ByDJ Montay

Written ByA.K. (Uncle-A), Mac Boney, T.I., Big Kuntry King & DJ Montay

Release DateSeptember 20, 2005

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1.  25 To Life

2.  Westside

3.  Fuck Where Ya From

4.  Do Ya Thang

5.  Walk This Way

6.  I'm A King (Remix)

7.  Like A Movie

8.  Looking Shife

9.  Still I Luv Her

10.  Coming Down

11.  Mess It Up

12.  Touch Something

13.  Murder Game

14.  Set It Out

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lula mae Eutsey

This whole CD still go hard

Ali Khan

Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover

[Chorus: MacBoney]
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)

[Verse 1: MacBoney]
I'm from Atlanta big scandalous, blowin' out ya candlestick
Make you wish, Ima take you deeper than a school of fish
[?] a brick, cook the brick, I'm the one who took the brick, silly nigga, I'm the one that put you on this gangsta shit
The master of this trap shit, fifty keys in the crib hundred G's on a flat bitch
Fuck around with the right clique, we'll put ya down wit a lick for some white shit
Move on the nightshift, move when I say hold the tool with a tight grip
Nigga say he ain't like Tip, so I shot him in the foot that let him know we run a tight shift
We might flag but we don't flip, keep the money comin' in with a nice split
I got a lowkey crew with a nice shit, when come I let the pitbull house sit
What you say pussy nigga yeen bout shit
We can take it outside yeah my mouth slick
Fuck around get in boy ya know killed
Tryna flex out here on that hoe shit
Call [?] get ya front and backdoor kicked
Call Dro he'll bust a nigga ass quick
Put-a-put-a-puta pew my gun spit
Stop poppin' lil' nigga you don't run shit
Hoe this we can take it to the club nigga, take it to the streets nigga, take it to the fists nigga, take it to the heat

[Chorus: MacBoney]
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)

[Verse 2: AK]
Pull up lemme straight somethin', all these niggas fakin' frontin'
Claimin' this and westside, I ain't ever seen ya homie
Try it got that eagle on me, see it in ya eyes ya phony
Froze when ya see me comin', in that Hummer, Me and Boney
Still in these trenches servin' late night wit my cousin
Pounds comin' by the dozen, straight drop these smokers love it
Damn I'm so into her, on the south we really thuggin'
On the south we really buckin', on the south we really bustin'

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I'm talkin' Bankhead, Simpson Road, make bread flippin' O's
Chevy sittin' on 24's, try me and this pistol goes
We ain't scared, ain't dead, we still pimpin' hoes
Shhh keep it on the low, murder cases don't mention those
Just know that my combustion spontaneous nigga no conversation I don't deal with miscellaneous niggas
How many times must I explain to you niggas, I bring the pain to you niggas
P down for pistol play I ain't a beginner

Ad

[Chorus: MacBoney]
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)

[Verse 4: Big Kuntry King]
I'ma westside nigga get it in now they call, why you hustle out there? Cause these J's have jobs
I know everything bout the blow, boy don't make me start
Made a million dollar trap movin' million dollar hard
You can catch me in Center Hill, Simpson Road, Bowen Homes or Bankhead Court
Hangin' with some young niggas, strapped, zooted, ready to go
For them Chips Ahoy nigga put one through ya fucking hole
Ya momma too, this the westside nigga you ain't know?
Get down or lay down, westside motto, AKs and grenades, strapped with some calicoes
Jumpin' out the four do' stretched out Benzo
Gangstas still run the city, like them damn diablos
Them niggas in the club yeah they spend a lot of money, but they brown and they soft, ain't good here honey
Them traps'll lockdown like Danny Boy was out, Mr. Mr. Westside now you know what I'm bout

[Chorus: MacBoney]
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)

[Intro]
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover

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“WESTSIDE” TRACK INFO

Produced ByDJ Montay

Written ByA.K. (Uncle-A), Mac Boney, T.I., Big Kuntry King & DJ Montay

Release DateSeptember 20, 2005

GENIUS VIDEO



T.I. Takes The Trap Music Quiz | The Genius Test

NEXT UP

Fuck Where Ya From

PSC



25 to Life (2005)PSC

1.  25 To Life

2.  Westside

3.  Fuck Where Ya From

4.  Do Ya Thang

5.  Walk This Way

6.  I'm A King (Remix)

7.  Like A Movie

8.  Looking Shife

9.  Still I Luv Her

10.  Coming Down

11.  Mess It Up

12.  Touch Something

13.  Murder Game

14.  Set It Out

15.  #1 Crew

Do Ya Thing - feat. Young Dro amended

Adam Cole

Still here in July 2020! Album still rides!

Adam Garett

It’s 2021 and I’m bringing that shit back in my life, Trap in Cobb where the J’s got jobs

matcha

this is underrated asf

Wildcard 3366

P$C Still bumping this on 2015

Shannon Turner

Wildcard 3366 2018

Mallory Garnett

2019

liz matsumura

2022

Adam Garett

2021 in your from Fulton or Cobb you know this shit will never die

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