West End (Yea Eh)

Westend, where my westend chicks
Over by Van Kirk where my best friend lives
And they want that purp but we lef dem tings
We encourage real words a nuh yes man ting, bless
Imma Queen on the Queen Street strip
Stand and never lay cause I need these chips
Rapping in LA is my dream boy, loyal to the scene
Chris, maybe we should screen these chicks
Yea I scream from the West
Slim thick you could tell from the seams in my dress
I’m a fiend, I’m a mess
For the green call it sess, it relieves all the stress
From the East to the West, and on and on and on
I’m a 6ix God phenomenon-nenon
West Side Broad my monologue is strong
West Drive side my squad is on the block
And I fuck so good but I still gwahn bad (yea eh)
And the clubs go buck but the tings real bad (yea eh)
Blah blah blah blah Imma still buss back (yea eh)
On a bus to the East but they still come back (yea eh) (x2)
JEEZ look who it is
Ain’t think much of the West End Kids
But who did?
Cause we Grillway grub then smoke up at the crib
It’s still Dundas West and Dufferin Mall
Honest Eds been had it all
Fuck gentrification, you can’t have our location
They go for the money go for the money go
Then sell for the mills, displace all the poor
Push out by the race, income looking low
Young Lex gotta move, someone paying more
Still rep where we from
We ain’t hidin' from no one
If they hatin' let em come
Yelling «West Side» from the jump