[Intro: Mack 10 | Kurupt | Daz Dillinger]
Blaze up (Oh yeah!)
Worldwide (Don't stop, don't stop)
Westside (Don't stop)
Yeah, Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucka)
Nothin' but the cavi
Check it, hey, Daz, Kurupt, check this out, dog

[Verse 1: Mack 10]
Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back
And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
'Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
A pavé ‘lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Connect gang, n***a, from the West, where the best be

[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
It ain't no questions asked, you down to blast for me?
Down to ride for me? Down to die for me?
I come through for these sucker-ass n***as for rep
Come creepin' up on 'em slowly but surely show 'em death
Pull out the MAK 90 automatic for static
Blast a couple of n***as, leave 'em all panicked
We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We came up too much, too tough, and too rough
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
We in the war zone where the war's on, where ya gun, n***a?
Show 'em where you're from, n***a, ridin'-ass young n***a
Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rollin' with the force
He's out to catch a body
Talkin' 'bout "I thought this was a gangsta party"
Now he's walkin' around salty as the sea
Talkin' 'bout "What's jumpin'?"
I'm 'bout to get the pump to pumpin' and start dumpin' on somethin'

[Chorus: Mack 10 | Kurupt | Daz Dillinger | Mack 10 & Kurupt]
Fuck you over there, party over here
And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near
'Cause n***as like us do platinum every year
And if I ruled this sphere, your shit'd disappear
Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care
It's worldwide and dope, so, n***a, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and Tha Pound cookin' nothin' but the cavi

[Verse 4: Mack 10]
I'm servin' n***as like a host with the pound, so take a toast
Dog, this West Coast and our shit bump the most (Westside)
'Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, fuck around and be a single
From the hoo-bangin' hits, to the yes, yes, y'alls
Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls
We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it
But the shit don't stop 'til we hit a meal ticket
[Verse 5: Daz Dillinger]
I'll be goddamned, I'm in it for a meal ticket
And the goal's successful I don't know who to prove a show
Usual swerve a corner, hit a block back-to-back
I don't know, it's like that, where the gangbangers hang at
They say, "Daz, you a rider?"
I reply with, "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
From the Eastside of Long Beach to the Westside of Inglewood
On a cash mission bailin' hood to hood

[Verse 6: Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life
Sacrifice, out for the loot shaking n***as like dice
Forever and a day, say what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to LA
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Imperial
To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back
It's all about mashin', cash and heat in the stash
When you're with a neighborhood of assassins
What you say?

[Chorus: Mack 10 | Kurupt | Daz Dillinger | Mack 10 & Kurupt]
Fuck you over there, party over here
And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near
'Cause n***as like us do platinum every year
And if I ruled this sphere [your shit'd disappear]
Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care
It's worldwide and dope, so, n***a, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and Tha Pound cookin' nothin' but the cavi
(Dogg Pound)
[Refrain: Daz Dillinger | All]
What do you consider fun?
(That's the bomb, that's the bomb)
All day night, and all night long
(That's the bomb, that's the bomb)
When you wake up in the morning and you start to yawn
(That's the bomb, that's the bomb)
All day night, and all day long, come on
(That's the bomb, that's the bomb)
Come on, haha, yeah

[Outro: Mack 10 | Daz Dillinger]
Dub S.C.G
D.P.G.C, hahaha, hahaha
Take a picture, trick (Yeah, yeah)
Take a picture, trick (Yeah, yeah)
Take a picture, trick
It might make ya rich
Westside (Don't quit, don't quit)
Biatch
Death Row