[Verse 1]
I see you flossing your material things over there n***a, stop it
I’m from California where n***as get robbed out they pockets
It’s going down
'Til I put a crease up in my khakis
Told yo bitch to braid my hair 'cause my hair was getting too nappy
But look it amaze me, that n***as tried to phase me
Sometimes I reminisce of being born up in the '80s
But I’m not, so give it up to East '94
And guess who's back with criminal tactics so bow low
If you think I'm crazy, then n***a step your game up
And when I get rich, San Bernardino is where I came up
Got to thank God for giving me all of these blessings
And when you step to a G, it’s gonna be your only lesson
So follow me down to the dark side
We bucking trays and hitting switches in G Rides
N***a so slide, dip, but never slip
You better check ya own homie before you start to trip

[Chorus]
It's like this
Born and raised on the Westside, n***a
We buck trays on the Westside, n***a (It's like this)
Born and raised on the Westside, n***a
We buck trays on the Westside, n***a (It's like this)
Born and raised on the Westside
We buck trays on the Westside, n***a (It's like this)
Born and raised on the Westside
We buck trays on the Westside, n***a
[Post-Chorus]
It's like this and that, and this and that (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
We get front to back, and front to back (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
It's like this and that, and this and that (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
We get front to back, and front to back (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
It's like this and that, and this and that (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
We get front to back, and front to back (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
It's like this and that, and this and that (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
We get front to back, and front to back (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)

[Verse 2]
This is going down, I hop in the 4 and start to ride out
Folks start cappin', better watch they mouth and start to hide out
Trust nobody and fear no man is the motto I rep
They can run they mouth, but they better not step
To the realest, known out here to be the illest
Makin' it hurt, so I know these n***as feel this
Paranoid at night, so I know you can't speak
You talking too much, so I came to ruin the peace, n***a

[Chorus]
It's like this
Born and raised on the Westside, n***a
We buck trays on the Westside, n***a (It's like this)
Born and raised on the Westside, n***a
We buck trays on the Westside, n***a (It's like this)
Born and raised on the Westside
We buck trays on the Westside, n***a (It's like this)
Born and raised on the Westside
We buck trays on the Westside, n***a
[Post-Chorus]
It's like this and that, and this and that (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
We get front to back, and front to back (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
It's like this and that, and this and that (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
We get front to back, and front to back (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
It's like this and that, and this and that (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
We get front to back, and front to back (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
It's like this and that, and this and that (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)
We get front to back, and front to back (Get ya walk on, n***a get ya walk on)