West Good! ! Poem by Wacey Smith

Thangs aint tha same no mo up n tha hood
Steady C walkin' up to no good
From a lil town whurr young Natives get bucc
Quicc to throw them thangs up wit cha
So ya better watch ur step
Mr. Sin from tha West might run up on ya
Wit a steel fo yo values
Crippn' aint eazy n my town
so all my lil homie stay tru up from tha feet up
Yellin' out Shotgun erytime we hit succaz up
West up to all my real hustlaz staccin' that loot
Get rubberband banks n case we get caught slippn'
Cuz them laws iz watchin'
N theres always room fo ya up n tha system
So watch ur step an keep it Crippn'