[Intro: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]
(Han-han, han-han)
(Han-han, han-han)
Yo-yo, uh

[Verse 1: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]
This just in, comin' live from California (California)
We make it home, the new Victorians (Haha)
How you drift away? I could've swore you was on board with us
How you rock the wave if you knew you wasn't sure of us?
I been in a war soon as I got up off the porch
Tryna stay on course but I'm survivin' with remorse
Standin' in the flame, still my opp on a torch
You know I wanna let you in but I can't hide it when it's forced
Actin' like you gang, is you a stranger or you know us? (Quit actin' like you gang)
Bullets got no name, I just pray they don't approach us
Thinkin' 'bout the pain, had me ungrateful and unfocused
Either way, it's all the same, I'm just happy I'm on notice
Now I'm on and I cannot bend
'Til you get some freedom for your mind, you did not win
Ain't that shit ironic? 'Cause you see that I been locked in
Back against the ropes, I start swingin' when I'm boxed in
Gotta watch my top 'cause I know that

[Chorus: Kevin Ross & WESTSIDE BOOGIE, Cozz]
Times like these, it's a war bed (War bed)
Kids got blickys with the ski mask (Ski mask)
It's a cold, cold world, better fight back (Fight back)
You see the boy comin', you better duck back (Duck back)
For the, uh
Headhunters, headhunters, headhunters
Headhunters, headhunters, headhunters
Headhunters, headhunters, headhunters (Look)
Head, yeah (Ayy, look)
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