(Westside, in the house, for the ninteen ninety sick
Yeah, Mc Eiht in the house, Infinite Mass in the house
And this is how we represent... check it out!)

(MC Eiht)
We represent from six thousand miles away
We get our slang on, bang on, hang to the A.K
You don't wanna play, say what you say
What the , Westside puts it down all day
Handle mine with the nine-mill
Clocking bills on the westside of the hill
Ain't nothing change but the scrilla'
You don't work, you don't eat
So Im nothing but the killa
Keep on sweating this Compton thang
Eiht Da Mack come strap, and high jack
And damn plane, flowing like hawking birds
You gets dub by this criminal n***a on the run
We bangs like Crips and Bloods
Straight thugs, from Comptown to Stocktown
Killing and drugs
It don't matter where you at gee
From under the fifty night to Rinkeby
We holds it down, E and the Infinite
Bought it, twenty million crowns
One two one two, check it out!