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[Chorus 1 2x: Ice Cube]
I see you, Over there, Lookin like somethin wrong Cause I'm over here, Sittin on some chrome Shotgun to the dome Bend a corner wit me [Verse 1: Ice Cube] When shit get boring, I jump in some foreign Explorin through my neighborhood, All to the good Ain't the finest order riches Still got ordinary bitches to jehovah's witness Tryin to get wit this Know I got the green thumb, Hustler you never seen one Extreme fun, Wit this mean one But you'll never get none fuckin wit them broke hoes Pinnochios, Fuck around and get a broke nose That's ya fate when we congregate It's the great writer, Exponium big spider Tighter than virgin cocks, At the mall like dispurge a lot Like these niggaz servin rocks But I'm servin rhymes, Two cds at a time Like it's weight, Ice cube the great [Chorus 2: Mr. Short Khop] Bend a corner wit me, We can ride to the store Do it like friends do, What I'm into? Everything on the menu, Wit extras on it Cmon baby and jump up on it Chorus 1 [Verse 2: Ice Cube] This one is strictly, For niggaz rollin 750s And it's polished from the 60s Bumpin that cube shit, Do shit, I bet the wheels fall off Before the skills fall off Throw up the dub, Got more cocks to rub And if you don't, I done got this far without yo love Hoes want the nigga in the t-shirt and rolex And y'all still get the .9 up out the kotex Got the o.z., And the x.o Broads get fatal, And don't wanna let go Incredible, Nigga who you rap like? Come out the movie, Who you act like? It's the don, Still rappin 2000 and beyond Tryin to come up on another million Chorus 2 Chorus 1 [Verse 3: Mr. Short Khop] From the gate, Khop want the whole plate Want my drink and eat the whole cake And won't wait until another nigga say go I lay low wit the tweed and the yayo And play po, And stop niggaz knackin Still keep the set crackin All about the cheese and how it's stackin And plus, It's mo cheddar down the line Ain't no better time for me and a gang of niggaz on the grind Tryin to get the income, And then some Stash a little bit and spin some Keep it poppin till the end come Can't stop it, Then shawties wanna grip 24/7, Money got a nigga whipped Chip after chip, But if I slip Have the homie send me o.t. and work the flip Cause the world is payola Silk the spot and left connect on ya wall in a black crayola Chorus 2 [Mr. Short Khop] Cmon baby and jump up on it [Ice Cube] Cmon baby and jump up on it [Mr. Short Khop] Cmon bitch and jump up on it [Ice Cube] Cmon bitch and jump up on it |
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| 2. |
| 4:49 |
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[Dr. Dre]
Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer Since I came out the nutsac I'm in a murderous mindsate With a heart full of terror I see the devil in the mirror BUCK BUCK, Lights out Cause when I get my sawed off Niggaz get hauled off (Ice Cube: haha barrel one) Touches your motherfuckin flesh (Ice Cube: barrel two) Shoots your fuckin heart out your chest You see I'm quick to let the hammer go click On my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine Fool it's your bad time Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your head Like your name was Sarah Conner Decapitatin I ain't hesitatin To put you in the funderal home With a bullet in your dome I'm hot like lava You got a problem? I got a problem solver And his name is revolver It's like a deadly game of freeze tag I touch you with a 44 mag And your frozen inside a boddy bag Nobody iller Than this graveyard filler Cap peeler Cause I'm a Natural Born Killa [Ice Cube] Terror illistrates my era Now I cant hang around my momma Cause I scare her I'm quick to blast motherfucker (Dr. Dre: yeah what's up) It feels like I'm bustin a nut When I open you up Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist All you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss Cause I'm givin dirt naps Comin with them bomb ass raps To make your lungs collapse Perhaps, you never sleep Cause evertime you doze You catch blows to the motherfuckin nose Ain't seen the sun, in 66 days Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze I never ever ever made a hoe stay But I'm down with Dre Like AC is down with OJ So fuck how your livin I'm the unforgivin Psycho drivin Murdera It's authentic Don't panic I can't stand it God Damn it Scizophrenic So fuck Charlie Manson I'll snatch him out of his truck Hit 'em with a brick And I'm dancin [RBX] Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla, And I don't wanna die I DON'T WANNA DIE I DON'T WANNA I DON'T WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE! [Ice Cube] I dont understand the logic in my dreams But I understand I like the sound of Sireens Terrified screams from the streams Of Strycnine Dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine Cause motherfuckers wanna violate Now they stiff and cold And they pupils won't dialate IT'S SO MUCH PAIN MIGRAINE Headache I can hear his bones break He steps in the single door Gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes Like that dude up in Singapore So I'm a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana [Dr. Dre] Tic Toc Toc Tic Toc Tic Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit Keepin niggaz in order Makin there live shorter Ready to slaughter Cause to me a life ain't worth a quarter Or a dime Mushroom's got my mind Hallicinatin Ain't no debatin I'm creatin an escape Route to be out without a doubt Scot Free, so don't even think about tryin to stop me Cause I can't wait I'm out the gate On the for realla A thrilla Or a Natural Born Killa [Ice Cube] Gi-Gi Gi-Gi Ga-Ga They call me Da-Da 6 million ways to murder choose one Lose one soul Bodies turn cold Natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night Should I peely Should I kill her in my iller Then a Natural Born Killa *repeats 3x* |
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| 3. |
| 3:32 |
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[Ice Cube:]
Tha world is mine nigga get back Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don Big fish in a small pond Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook But I shook they worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me When Iam tipsey Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring We got your woman so pucker up FO we fuck her up Bow down before I make a phone call Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll Fo the cheese we want them keys Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please Before any of you guppies get heart Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down) [Mack 10:] I take ten steps and I draw Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood Addition I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental The Westside connects with me and south central And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the Philly's Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they call Billy Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene king- Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices So reconize these real G's take the cheese The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold D's Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California style But in tha mean while in my town you got to BOW [Hook:] Bow Down when you come to my town Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz We aint no haters like you Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than You [W.C.:] Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a Beanie the shadiest Nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide My locs on let My khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing Bang run away run Away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double O to D to the S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and Plain which Means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in The rap game Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when You come around Keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's Affiliated fuck a Studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk Walk the walk Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin Head off Nigga I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff.... [Hook] [Ice Cube - Spoken:] (Yea lemme tell you sumthin) (gangsta's make the world go round) (you aint gotta clown) (But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town) (Make them other fool's BOW DOWN) |
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| 4. |
| 4:51 |
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At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun.
We unleash you a positive light. the bop gun can do you no harm. It frees yo mind, so yo kind can follow. (yeahhh.) So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it So high you can't get over it Iiiiiiii, can't get over it (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) Well all right! (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) Attention all radio station jocks ... (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) Haw haw, got to be groovin' jammin' on yo box. (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) The mothership connection is upon you again. (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) Yeah, workin' up a sweat, is it wet yet? (ready or not, here we come Getting down for the one which we believe in) Verse 1: ice cube 1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce Ice cube comin' with the half ounce Not just knee deep, jeep fulla smog A, to, mic, dog Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine How much longer will you be mine? And i'ma tell ya, I don't like drama So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama 'cause bertha butt did her fuckin' boogie with her crew But I'd rather fuck you, boo And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, buckin' shit One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son And hit you with the bop gun (george clinton) Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction Gonna be freakin' up and down Hang up really late The groove I only got We shall all be moved Ready or not, here we come Gettin down for the one which we believe in (one nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) {yeah.} Dance, sucka, dance! {yeah, heh heh. and it don't stop. sheeeit.} Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Aw, feet don't fail me now! ha ha! (givin' you more of what you're funkin' for) Do you promise the funk {yep}, the whole funk, Nothin but the funk? {hit you with the bop gun, heh, Buss a cap with my bop gun, Gotta hit you with the bop gun, Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun, Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, 'cause I'm the top gun...} Ready. {yep} ready. {yep} ready. {yep, come on} (ready or not, here we come Gettin down on the one which we believe in) Verse 2: ice cube If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys Playin with our toys M-1, cuz everybody's gotta have fun Under the sun, under the sun So rough, so tough when I get down The disco fiend with the monster sound I wants to get fucked up when I'm chillin', whoa The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in You let her funk me 'cause my funk is the best Comin from the west Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips Hittin them dips, cd skips but I'm straight As I bounce, rock, skate, now I'll toast to that If it's rough, make the girls say "do that stuff! aw, do that stuff!" But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun (one nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) {trick! yeeah!} jus hit 'em with the bop gun! (one nation under a groove {heh} Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) {get up with the bop gun...} (one nation under a groove ('bout time we got down, one time) Gettin down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh} One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (one nation under a groove (now everybody say) Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction) (feet don't fail me now! ha ha!) {get 'em with the bop gun... I'm a' blast with the bop gun ... heh heh ... On yo ass with the with the bop gun ... I'm talkin' trash with the bop gun ... yeah And it don't stop And it won't stop} Here's my chance to dance my wayyy, Out of my constriction (yeahhh, feel the shit now!) {oh shit} ... hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there! {oh yeah} Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there, nigga! Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there! (givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now) (that's right!) (do you promise the funk Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Ooo, feet don't fail me now .... Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd ... 'bout time I got down one time) (can I get down one time) (ice cube) Do not attempt to adjust your radio There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride As the buffalo bitch go round the outside Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip Got daytons on the mothership And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close Dog chow got the hoes Lookin' for the theme from the black hole Now I'll big bang you with my black pole Flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike Just made bail, tonight So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun (ready or not, here we come Getting down on the one which we believe in) (one nation under a groove (here is my chance to dance my wayyy) Gettin down just for the funk of it (one nationnnn) One nation and we're on the move (get it on my good foot, good gawd) Nothin can stop us now) (ha ha ha ha ha haeeee) (one nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!) (one nation under a groove (can I get it on my good foot) Gettin down just for the funk of it (bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (uh huh, uh huh, one nation) (one nation under a groove (can I get it on my good foot) Gettin down just for the funk of it (bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (one nation under a groove (ooh yeah) Gettin down just for the funk of it (ooh yeah) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (ha ha ha ha ha haeeee) (one nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it (bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us nowwwwww.) |
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| 5. |
| 3:57 |
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CHORUS:
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self Cause I′m bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got that indoe Yo I′m not a sucka, sittin in a House of Pain And no I′m not the butler, I′ll cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you can′t touch this And I wouldn′t touch ya, punk motherfucker Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don′t call me Dough-Boy This ain′t no fuckin motion picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck So you better run a check CHORUS Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade That′s kinda trifle, cause that′s a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I′m nifty now, [Watch out now] I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow You′re God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check CHORUS Big dicks in ya mouth is bad for your health If you′re foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I′m aimin em Will I bust or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, get off the wood, you no good There goes the neighborhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers givin up the claps and who needs applause at a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the fuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check CHORUS Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah It′s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under hee hee |
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[ice-t]
How many bullets can your back hold, suckin from the hk The red dot's on your dome, from the light ray Boom bam bust oh shit kid, your head is a pile of puss I'm kickin up much dust, the nigga ya can't trust This is my shit, my hood, my turf My gold, my grip, whatever the fuck it's worth I don't need nobody comin in my territory Tryin to rip a nigga off and fuck your fuckin sob stories [ice cube] Take a good look at my motherfuckin jacker About to feel the wrath, of a greedy ass cracker Pale as snow, so you know the hoe stand out Comin in my hood with his hand out Tryin to get over on the black, but the motherfuckin mack Will put a fuckin slug in his back And with the boom ping ping, it ain't no thing to blast On greedy motherfuckers that trespass Chorus [ice cube] Olly olly outcome free, here come the g I'm saggin, and enter the dragon like bruce lee I gots to get mo' money mo' money Can't get pussy with no money See i'm kind of greedy, cause all my heroes Got zeroes in back of a one Here's my gun, about to get paid at last But now i'm gettin covered, in dirt and grass, kick it [ice-t] The madder i get, the higher the debt, the deeper you get The thicker the sweat Cause i'm a nigga with fat clout But ya in, but ya gotta get back out No easy job, for some suckers is out to rob Crosshair on your dome and your mind's blown You wanna go home... ain't that a bitch? Cube, dig the ditch (yep) Chorus [ice-t] I got a full time job of takin suckers out Breakin em off, yea word, i love revokin clout Test me, stress me, who could the best be? The teflon nine go through vests g But when you're greedy you don't care about life itself You're chasin extreme wealth You can't be trusted cause trust ain't in the fuckin game Scandalous is your fuckin name [ice cube] I'm the motherfucker you're stuck wit Ice cube -- "wronnnnnnng nigga to fuck wit!" I'm rich, pitchin a bitch about gettin mo' The big fish, swimmin in big dough The g backstabber, i got ta have a Lexus coupe, when i troop With the ski mask, gotta get the cash My homeboy ain't home, so fuck it i'll trespass |
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| 5:30 |
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Women they're good for nothing no maybe one thing
To serve needs to my ding-a-ling I'm a man who loves the one-night stand Cause after I do ya Huh I never knew ya Cause to kick it man it gives me the fits They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits Ice cube won't wait so give it up cow After we do it you can go home now I'm a brother with a big long... (yo-yo) First of all let me tell you my name it's yo-yo When down on a girl first the fist and that's a no-no Yo-yo thinks the kitchen sink should be thrown in Niggas be scheming and fiending to stick the bone in No, yo-yo's not a hoe or a whore And if that's what you're here for Exit through the door There's more To see of me but you're blind so Women like me are fading brothers in the 9-0 (ice cube) Ay what up buttercupper miss yo-yo I know you like to rap and like to flow so But when it comes to hip-hop this is a man's world Stay down and play the playground you little girl (yo-yo) What you're saying I don't consider it as rapping Cause you're on rewind and I'm the new what's-happening It never fails I'll always get respect And you lose so take a rain check (ice cube) Hell no cause you know that I'm first and you're second If it wasn't for me you probably be pregnant And barefoot complaining that your back is aching Shaking and faking while I'm bringing home the bacon (yo-yo) Well you're mistaken It's not going that far I make brothers like you play the back yard You used to flow with the title but I took it Bring home the bacon but find another hoe to cook it (ice cube) Damn it look it Cause you're talking a lot of bull (yo-yo) Well I'm not your puppet so don't even try to pull (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch break (ice cube) Ah miss yo-yo so what gives I hear females always talkin about women's lib Well get your own crib And stay there Instead of having more babies for the welfare Cause if you don't I'll label you a gold digger The name is ice cube you know that I ain't the nigga For you to look at when your hair get nappy So take a piece of the pole and be happy (yo-yo) Hell no because to me you're not a thriller You come in the room with your three-inch killer Thinking you can do damage to my backbone Leave your child in the yard until it's full-grown I'm a put it like this my man Without us your hand would be your best friend So give us credit like you know you should If I don't look good you don't look good (ice cube) I doubt it baby cause we're still most dominant (yo-yo) But you don't know how funky that I can get (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch break (ice cube) Man women I put a lot of fear in em Cause I had it up to here with em Drink a beer with em No way cause I can only deal with em about an hour every day Yeah if you know what I mean baby (yo-yo-) Well I guess now that I think about it I think maybe If you was more of a man instead of faking it Women deserve the credit when they're making it (ice cube) Yeah so what's the problem (yo-yo) Well I think we solved it I know they know the best male from who's doggin it (ice cube) Yeah I admit you can flow (yo-yo) Well that's true (ice cube) But you see I'm a pro with the bank too (yo-yo) Yeah I can see you got it good (ice cube) Oh that I know (yo-yo) But you see you're not better than yo-yo The brand-new intelligent black lady (ice cube) You're kinda dope but you still can't fade me (yo-yo) So what up then (ice cube) Girl what you tryin to do (yo-yo) To prove a black woman like me can bring the funk through (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch (ice cube) Or a big butt... |
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| 4:48 |
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Intro: WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!! "Throwin up the W", Ice Cube 2X Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up? "Throwin up the W", Ice Cube All you busta ass niggas out there I got my muthafuckin' homeboys in the house "Throwin up the W" My nigga Ice Cube "Throwin up the W" Mack 10 Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz who trip, this how we do it nigga. Chorus: WC Front back side to side We be givin it up, till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt So muthafucker West Up! [x2] Verse 1: WC Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once again With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider rhymer for them niggas that's sittin on them Dayton wires Pump the bass, hit the switch Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back Ink in my flush, WestSide tattered on my chest Walkin with the shadow of death Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles Home of the Crips and the Bloods Where even the strongest niggas is drug through the mud And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood West coast till the casket drop I be throwin it up, so muthafucker West Up! Verse 2: Mack 10 It's gun hoe Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit dees Ice Cubes and Dub-Cees is my G's And hip-hop, top three niggas the new bosses Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses Nigga, thought you knew how we do it Ain't A Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs forever and a day, so back up, give me room, don't neglect Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed On the turf where the real hogs dwell Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale Inglewood City, the throne I call home Niggas be so bright, you might need your locs on to bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10 And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! For life. Chorus: WC Front back side to side We be givin it up, till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt So muthafucker West Up! Verse 3: Ice Cube Now I got ta show you how the West coast rocks No razor blades, in my mouth, just a glock And I'm hittin you up, with that WS The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West No gold teeth, you gets a wreath So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies Christmas day, I'm in a tre While some of you niggas got the robe reindeer and a sleigh We don't call it 5-oh, we call it one time It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine! 1 9 weighs a ton How the fuck you think that the West was won? Now shit can be squashed over a 40 ounce of backwash No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes In the East, we can be brothers But when you come to L.A., watch your fuckin' colors West Up! Nigga. Chorus: WC Front back side to side We be givin it up, till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt So muthafucker West Up! Verse 4: WC Give it up, give it up Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggas are puttin it down So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city Where niggas caught slippin is left with they brains drippin City of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks I pledge allegiance to the stuff till I die. [Mack 10] So let the 5-20 slide and put it down from the WestSide. Chorus: WC Front back side to side We be givin it up, till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt So muthafucker West Up! WestSide!!! "Throwin' up the W." |
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| 4:07 |
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That's right, nigga, Southwest Connection, straight up
Servin' more than peanuts, bitch Niggas tryin' to stay rich How many ways can a killer get paid? How many niggas want a gansta boogie? I see the junkie in your eyes What do you see me when you see me? A G in disguise Been hypnotized since '85 with gansta shit All you niggas get live and represent my click Got bits and pieces on my mind, comin' together like lettuce Dear God protect us 'cause we're mobbin' like 'GoodFellas' Alias Carleone, maybe the war is on Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villain? Chillin' with millionaires, ex-killers and set-trippers My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha Strip you worse than the New Jersey drive niggas 'Cause I'm in a rush to bust straps like Mack-10's When I'm strapped in a '95 Impala Breakin' like Vegas for my dollar While I'm comin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' Who gonna test the Southwest Connect When it ain't shit that you possess? Yes, we got the endo, splurgin' in Benzo's Turnin' virgins to nymphos, look what 'cha in fo' A G that's gonna let his khakis sag Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, french braids and rags, byatch How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? I treat bitches like puppies, I got a plate full of guppies Appropriate dish for the big fish, niggas rich They have my straps, women with Gaps Now, they wanna sit in my laps and listen to raps But no, heard a nigga' tight named Mr. Mike Had to catch a flight, it's only right Stepped off the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper Killa was the caper, let's make some paper See we can't get enough of this gansta shit Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta click Let's take riches, witness two niggas dome in the killa' zone Bring your killa chrome 'cause we headed to the Terrordome When niggas never make it home As long as you got your front I got your back, it's on like that And like this, let the weed blow 'cause all you G's know Who got the wickedest flow, the criminiminals Now how many wicked wayz can a killa get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? How many wicked wayz can a nigga get pay When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? Say what? Niggas wanna short my cuts Say what? Niggas wanna check my nuts How you sound? Gangstas make the world go 'round Guppies bow down, I'm with some killas from H-town Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA Find out where he stay, locate my gate Catch him in the hall, make his ass call And then I want y'all to hurt cousins and all They won't believe all the heat I bring from Palm Springs Niggas in line to catch the ring of the dyin' Keepin' it calm, so talk slow 'Cause you'll never know when I'm ready to blow I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips Make a lotta cookies filled with chocolate chips The Westside has always been down with the South And suave muthafuckin' house How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? |
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Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Let's get together and give a great big round of applause to To a new group Ah, shit, Scarface is on the mix So, yo, suck a nigga dick Or make a nigga rich or somethin', bitch See, I come from the place known as the South Park Zone Talkin' shit, ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home 'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck Hit you in the chest with a motherfuckin' tec and watch you jump So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin', fry One nigga you can't fuck wit 'Cause I'm a born killer with the mind of a lunatic So bring in body bags when I start bangin' 'Cause I'm leavin' motherfuckers laid out with they brains hangin' Straight gettin' down for mine And I'll fuck up a bitch 'cause I don't mind dyin' So feel me, drill me put a bullet in my head But yo, you can't kill me 'cause I'm already dead Scarface goin' psycho, yeah Play pussy, get fucked and take two to your head I'm Bushwick Bill but call me Chuckie 5th ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me 'Cause I'm known to pull your skull out Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin' eyes out I'm insane by a long shot, hey Chuckwick Bill a.k.a Charles Libre A short nigga with some long nuts Drop you dead in your bed, now I'm ready for a long fuck Necromance that ass for a minute And split that motherfuckin' clique when I'm finished You punk bitches be retreatin' Freddy and Jason runnin' home with their mouths bleedin' So welcome to the slaughterhouse trance 5th ward Texas Chuckie's concentration camp You punk motherfuckers fled And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin' head Buck him down, buck him down, come again Two to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass 'til the end With my pistol, runnin' from da lench mob Is how you survive in south central Kick the instrumental, run and get your bigger crew 'Cause it's judgment day and Ice Cube is terminigga 2 Pow, pow, buck, buck, pow, buck Your name is Stucky Mack, now you realize that you're fucked Two to the brain, I leave a migraine Have you coolin' like a vegetable but you're not edible It's the incredible, buck your ass from head to toe Audi 5000, don't wait for the feds to show 'Cause they'll have me go up, up the river Where the white boys'll try to make a nigga Walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape Around the handle, gotta let 'em know what I stand for In the chow line, now is the time See the trustee, walk up from behind Real quick, shank, shank, leave his ass red Motherfucker dead from two to the head See where I come from the crime rate only rises The murderers disguise in all ages shapes and sizes Bitches picked up and dicked up, niggaz they gettin' stuck up Give up what you got or get your ass shut the fuck up Run 'em down and gun 'em down, yeah, that's how we do it Niggaz get killed and then filled with embalmin' fluid Step to the niggaz that I'm checkin', pull out the tec And I reckon you'll get murdered in a second Bang with the nine, boom with the pow Motherfuckers are fallin' and crawlin' on the ground Snitches get stitches, bitches that act snotty Inside the parties even the hotties get turned to bodies Now I heard, they got other places that's similar But I represent, New York, you fuck around, I'm killin' ya A whole block of cops patrollin' when I'm rollin' And if my pockets are swollen, you know, somebody sick I've stolen Yeah, you niggaz get ripped when my clip goes in the S M I T H W E double S O N or the reliable revolver And like I said before, it's the motherfuckin' problem solver So bring it on nigga, get brave It's plenty motherfuckers gettin' sent to early graves 'Cause when a nigga gets fed Then all you motherfuckers get two to the fuckin' head |
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