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Uhh, yeah! What's crackin y'all? Dub C Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down Whassup Nate? Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars) Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider rider riders) Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah) Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need Check it out What they hittin fo'? Look I'm sick of all this chattin Bullshit rappin, let's really get it a-crackin Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back at'cha blastin ya Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures c'mon Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive offender The purple tinter, the big spender The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and Pruno Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and Harleys Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parole parties Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide nation Tippin on paper trippin nia Big beans or big wings or big screens Befo' y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan Riders don't worry multiply shift gears Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all So whether they ready or not I'm snatchin it all Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is hang A trick that won't sang, transported dem thangs Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't shit funny Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's money Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my stash on rich And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch ya, real boy major with tough shit they ain't got like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars) .. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars) .. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars) .. I need Testin testin, broadcastin live All day unleaded'll go fo' forty-nine No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow Gots to get my hands on that new body style Floss all you nigga, toss liquor up A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up Hands down I'm the motherfuckin man Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga Worldwidin, ridin, collidin Fool it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, hood fabulous Comin through with fingers in the air Y'all know what time it is Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's Dem dolla dolla dollars |
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from Westside Connection - Terrorist Threats (2003)
[Ice Cube - talking]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation [Nate Dogg] Na na na na na na na na (Westside) Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh) Na na na na na na na na (what what) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [W.C.] Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this From the concrete when they chalkin' like this And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that It's a dub ass C thang dub C brain And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal [Mack 10] Evacuate the building look here come a plane No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang And bump what you plain homey this who bang With enough game to drive a swear broad insane And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners And Mack need a? in a H2 Hummer Lookin hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [Ice Cube] What the hell is Ice Cube talkin about That's how you get these here parked in you mouth Westside ride trick, the same old spit I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashante Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh) You kinda but I'm with so my Andre got to be bomb rate [W.C.] Have you seen us, naw Haters can't see us Connect Gang we the G'est nigga Countless calls and countless charges Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban cigars Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is And to my G's incarcerated and on probation I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation nigga [Chorus] Mack 10] It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G And the whole world influence by the b in the sea Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlas and gluckas Bangin for the hood causin havic and ruckus You fools actin label kissin up like suckas And your trick solder down when you pee lil bustas [Ice Cube] One thing I do know I ain't the uno Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know) I'd like to thank the congregation In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation I'm hard on them, yeah I'm ruthless You like a stress sac, boy you useless You know the side trick, better get up on it Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin on it [Mack 10] Look check this out man We got a Gangsta Nation goin down over here So ya'll might as well bow down And join this Westside thang man Cause once you get with this Partna you as G as can be Believe that homeboy It's like that Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit [Nate Dogg + (Ice Cube)] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
(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 --End Hook-- (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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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
<i>[Intro: Ice Cube]</i>
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Ice Cube]</i> Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas (hahaha) Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my head Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark (Punk ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my ?? It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed A first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what) One Pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh) Niggas run out and get ya cookie <i>[Westside]</i> Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[W.C.]</i> Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide) Nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga <i>[whistle]</i> True blue when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside Letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette <i>[haha]</i> As the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock When I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Mack 10]</i> What's crackin Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a Double decker, marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yae So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man I make more deliveries than the postman My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an Now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex With my aces o-t on a regular basis We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a killa But Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) <i>[repeat 8X]</i> Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up I cant go here, I can't go there I feel institutionalized And i'm on the street |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
(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 --End Hook-- (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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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
[Ice Cube]
I am getting dizzy as the world keeps spinnin like a Frisbee Gangsta's and girls make the world twirl No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration 30 years is what I'm facing But give me 7 seas and 11 gees I make enough cheese to bring wall street to its knees Nigga please I got enough guns To fill the empire state building full of 1's Go to school is what you tell us But nigga's in school is scared of the Good fellas We got the Yayo you can just say no But nobody makes a fucking move until I say so That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be Kids when you grow up who the fuck you want to be? Like me ya black superhero Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya Because it ain't no trivia about my house in West Bolivia Blew the jury a kiss they rather dismiss Them swim the big fish You fucking guppies! [Chorus] Gangsta's make the world go round [W.C.] Not just sagging waving my flag and never will I ease up nigga So stop asking see I was taught as a tiny loc on the set its all About the pussy and money fuck the rest nigga this tech is quicker To collect when I'm seeking all the jewelry and the money so miss Me with that preaching teaching fuck all that bullshit I want to Slang yea like Noriaga sit back watch my paper collect like the I.R.S. as I kick it with 50 bitches all on my dick just like the President & like the police I want a gang of killers all on my Side that's down to lie more crooked that St. Ides rip ride on my Behalf as I call shots as if I was Saddaam Hussein Jacking mother- fuckers for Dana Danes hated by many bit I don't care because I Rather be feared than loved with a pocket full of dubs because Gangsta gangsta's make the world go round & if you want a piece Then you best to be down so quit chastising me analzing me &like the escorts look over your sholder nigga its Plain to see crooked ass cowards [Chorus] [Mack 10] 360 degrees like my D's the world be spinning Nigga's been sinning since the beginning History's a trip so I peep when I am reading Nigga's probably grew weed in the garden of Eden Before big balling sex cars and loot Its like bitches been scandalous biting forbidden fruit But gangster's don't deal with that shit, on the Westside And since they regulating hoes I roll with the Best side So check it as my lifetime is ticking Coming up strong licking and flipping chickens Need cheese in amounts of G's I gave up sports to slang Key's But blamed it on my Knees Make sure I got what I need To make your order Everything to baggies triple beams to jugs for my water Like a snitch life's a bitch a world full of drama Drug paraphernalia being found by my momma Trauma brings the sad song on your way to killer king nigga So now I stand with heat in my hand for my whole life span Cause evil lurks the land Plus I got a packet with this gang-bang jacket Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted Fo sho One-0 got the ups on these prankstas While the world keep twisting as a Westside Gangsta For life nigga [Chorus] |
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(Talking) God Damn! New York City! Skyscrapers and everything! (Ice Cube) Back in the day, we used to respect yall niggas. We used to be down with yall niggas. All you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect. So I say to you and your city, yall niggas will never get our respect again. Westside nigga! Keeping it real. (Yeah) Keeping it real! Westside! Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The west coast is in the house sayin' Why you talkin loud? What you talkin' about? (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Who wants to rock the microphone after me? Think of who you are and who you be. My energy holds me down like the NFC. I'm going thorough through your borough Wit my Raider jacket and my jerry curl gangstas rule the world On the west nevertheless W/S We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress (Mack 10) You couldn't have said it no better homeboy With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy These bust ass critics from the N.Y.C. Don't know that iI be from the ING My peeps play for keeps deep crews pay dues by murder ones and twos Rip riders and Damus choose To stay gangsta you never ever ran us We bustin' clips like bananas Spottin' colored bandanas (W.C.) It's the hoodsta cap peela Dusty ass New York critic killa Dumping and pumping Motha fucking led in their chest because none of them niggas ever have it up for the West So now it's on & the gauge in my pants got me limping Fuck unity I'm coast tripping sagging as a bell East smashing tape recorders This is 187 on a New York reporter New York, New York (4x) (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Tryin' to get a East hip-hop monopoly But I've writng gangsta shit since '83 when ya'll was still scared to use Profanity now everbody wanna run and go get triggers and blaim it on these West Coast 7 figure niggas just because we made it real niggas got the deal I Hope blood ain't got spill I kill (Mack 10) It's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches Because we're platinum when we flex this With mic in hand fans in the stands We make a mill yan from California to Japan bitch Went over seas seen D's how we done it 88's to 100's to let me dnow who really run it Thes West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin' or we jackin' Packin' ninas and sellin' out arenas niggas (W.C.) You make me wanta holla throw up both my Dubs And roll these niggas up I got to beat 'em When I see 'em T-roll 'em cut off hes scrotum Leave 'em bleeding in particles for them bias All articles I'm mashing and blasting so get the casket I bet you after this I get a fucking Hip hop classic I'm banning you niggas from the scene Kicking over newstands pouring gasoline on your magazines... (Ice Cube) To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. We the best my niggas don't stress. (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. In your articles trying to rate my LP Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps Sayin' we ain't real because we make snaps Selling 6-4 with a dab what you looking at with your brooklyn hat And your pen and pad Nigga I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams Fuck your baggy jeans Fuck your magazines (Mack 10) Hey hey hey what's happenin tound tray It's still MT critic K on mines all mothafuckin' day It'a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossing got to flossin fell Off and got the nail in the coffin Who wanna regret fucin with my set I be a 24 yeat street Westside Connect Vet You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us We packin' heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us (W.C.) A yo nigga fuck that shit I got to kill it fuck a New York critic he wuite about it Live it did it plus I'm still with it putting it down On all these DJ's hating faking and Flaking never once played my record on their radio station No love for a New York critic Or disc jock matter of fact I'm blaming all ya'll for fucking up hip hop Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The West Coast is the house sayin' Why you talkin' loud? What you talkin'about?(16x) Westside! |
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(WC) Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rolling your lexos No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck them preppy niggas You need to get with this malt Liqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never How ya figure I'll be crying over yo ass like a Baby face nigga bitch you better be glad I got 3 strikes because back in '85 I'd been done gave your ass a black eye See I been waving at your ass all week but all You do is roll your eyes like your shit don't stink So now it's time for a nigga clown your ass Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat Don't want to fuck with niggas in khakis But hoe i bet for the dough You quick to jack that ass like a 4 So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch hit the road with your fucked up weave....... (Ice Cube) How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw Outlaw rollin' down the shaw Don't you want a mothafucka that's hard Or a bitch-made cute as El Debarge? Do you like negros? Him and those? Individuals called criminals? How'd you figure a West Coast nigga Drinking liquor got to know how to dig you When we dated straight fade it Penetrated, Ms. sasfisacated No daddy hate it Never met a nigga quite as fly as me All bottled up in your high society You want to chech my mental Cause how could a nigga from South Central rollin' in a Benzo Spice in ya life is what you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed I represent reality in your world full of lies And i can see it in your eyes You worried sick and I'm chillin' (Westside) Tell your family to fuck off and roll with this villian (chorus) Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals?(2x) (Mack 10) Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for real tho It's Mack 10 and let you niggas know I'm gun ho Baby i guess maybe i can get with your program With hunnit spode tonas on my front and back Broham hit a lick or two make your whole life a thriller Make you wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a killa Hot as sauce out the floss no need to be discreet I swing the fuck out this bitch til my bumper touch the street On switches and I'm workin jerkin hot ya nigga smirkin Jack the ass up and down til my back wheels is chirpin You need to be with me bitch you too fucking bombay To be on the Shaw with a nigga with a Hyundai I take you through my neighborgood raise where crime pays No girbauds no fades just cacky's and French braids And my friends is niggas that know what ends is In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benz' With hoochy hoes groopy hoes You know those with a gang of money lolo' and penitintiary fo do's So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin Slam the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons (K-Dee) Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby I know you're Catholic But can you have you have dick up in them guts all the way to These nuts Your a rich girl far from skeezer I'm playing at the mall with your Visa You wanna swang with K-Swinger (When the West is in the houseoh my God! danger) But take a hit you'll live But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff give Now i see you giggling But all I wanna see is ass wiggling and titties jiggling So what you wanna do? Don't go chasing waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls your use to Go ahead and take a big lick Cause girls look so good on the end of My dick That right is it tight? I know you ain't a dike What type of nigga do you like? Bitch! (chorus) (chorus II) Bitch I'm from the wild, wild west Can't you tell buy the "S" on my chest We got hoes for days Plus we claiming no stress no mothafuckin' dress (chorus) (chorus II) Do you like criminals? |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
<i>[Intro: Ice Cube]</i>
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Ice Cube]</i> Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas (hahaha) Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my head Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark (Punk ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my ?? It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed A first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what) One Pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh) Niggas run out and get ya cookie <i>[Westside]</i> Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[W.C.]</i> Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide) Nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga <i>[whistle]</i> True blue when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside Letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette <i>[haha]</i> As the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock When I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Mack 10]</i> What's crackin Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a Double decker, marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yae So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man I make more deliveries than the postman My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an Now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex With my aces o-t on a regular basis We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a killa But Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) <i>[repeat 8X]</i> Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up I cant go here, I can't go there I feel institutionalized And i'm on the street |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
INTRO:(ICE CUBE)
Brrrgh! Ai!Ai! In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak VERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW There's ten million ways to die Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin Off this gang-bang music So all I'd wanna got the room stumped I'm smokin,make dough like Trump Cookin ??? to they chunk,punk! Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga I'm not an MC,I'm not a G I mean I'm A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga! Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo What's this my ??? low-grader system That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises Nigga be dissin on a down low So now my motto's:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast" New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers Cross em out and put a'K Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays *Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC* 'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K! Inglewoooood! Nigga! To South Central L.A.! VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat(Brrgh!) Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades No switchblades,nigga,we shoots That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down Check it!Ho shut your mouth and get naked! I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form I'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you! Nigga get off,this shit is wacked Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil You're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya And even the female rappers are gettin smacked Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back Cos I'm a westside Connection hista Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers CHORUS INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE) Brrrgh! In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak VERSE THREE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Now you can cross out the busters and snitches B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches From the niggas I know in the streets I run through Swear to god bitch,real it ain't one dog and no(body) So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs Be all surprised,everybody dies From Columbian neckties covered with fright Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you So when I pull my spray-can to spray I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass CHORUS OUTRO:(ICE CUBE) Don't go chasin waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to Punk ass motherfuckers! Brrrrgh |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
Tha Next Muthafuckaz Go By Tha Name Of Cypress Hill ( K All Day )
Ice Cube: Every Few Yearz Nigguz Think They can Deal Wit Tha Real, Now I Gotz To Fuck Cypress Hill I Got A Vocie You Can Fell, I Drink A Beer And Bust A Rap And Thatz Tha End Of Ya Carrer, You Fuckin Bitchez Never Seen A Hood High Powered Like Tha West Side Connection Slide Though My Tec, I Got Em Soon As I Spot Them I'm Dumpin Gotz To Treat These Bitch Azz Niggaz Like They Stole Some Thing, I See You Wit A Joint, You Must Be Smokin That Shit To Much Got ya Bitch Azz Touched, Sen Dogg You can't Rap From Tha Gutz And B Real Soundin Like He Got Baby Nutz, I Don't Know Why You Think Ya Slick, I Don't Know What Rapper Down Wit ya Click, I Don't Know 1 Bitch On Ya Dick, And i Don't Know 1 Nigga Bumpin Ya Shit. I Here You Clamin South Central But Y'all Hoez From South Gate, Comin Wit A Vocie High Pitched B Real Ain't Nuttin But A Bitch Mack 10: We'll Itz Tha Hip-hop Hippy Startin Shit, Now I'm Rollin up Cypress Hill Lettin Then Niggas Have It, Got These Wanna B Thugs Up Load My Slugz Up hey, Yo Back Up Q-Ball We Passed That Bitch Muggs Up, Pull Over And Let me Out And Let me Show Thiz White Boy What That Westside Connection Like. Boo Ya Boo Ya From Tha Gaude Has I Split Them. Tha Buck Shotz Spray And Make The Lay As I hit Them ( Uhhh ). 1 Down 2 To Go Hand Me Tha Fo' Fo' Let Me Get My Ride On Get My Murder On, B Real Wish He Could Be Me Coz He Know He Can't C Me ( Biiiiiitch! ) You Should Have Known You Can't C A Real Hog, Coz I'm A Real Dogg, You Bustaz Wanna C Me But You Bustaz Can't Coz I'm ACE Homie Wit Americaz Most, Nigga Miss Me I'm Used To A Hoe Tryin To Kiss Me, Now What Gave Ya Bitch Ass A Nuff Heart To Diss Me? Ya Gonna Come Up Missin And Sen Dogg So Wack He Ain't Even Worth Diss'in, ( hahaha ), You Niggas Need To Listen, On Every Thing I Luv My Heat And A Dub, Fuck Rappin Fuck Fighting I Make A Bloody Glove, Itz One O And Fo' Sho' Kill You Pussy Can't Touch My Skill, Coz i'm Tha King Of Tha Hill! Ice Cube: Every Body In Ghetto Know What Your Doin, 1 White Boy And 2 Fuckin Cubins Clamin That Your Locco But You Ain't Mexican,Fuckin Wit Tha Hoggs, You Say You Bloodz, But You Wish You Were A Dogg Fool. Go On Tour And Only Rap To Tha Yupies Meet A Big Fish And i'll Make A Dish Out You Fuckin Guppies, So Who Y'all Wit? Niggaz Down Wit Cypress Can Wipe This Shit Off My Dick, Has I Stick It Like King Kong And Ping Pong Wit Thiz Fake Azz Chese And Cong, Did You Tell Ya Momma That I Had To Help ya When Sen Dogg Left Ya Bitch Azz. a Say That I Took Ya Hook? It Must be Tha White Boy Think All Niggas Steal. Now What You hip-hop Hippys U Fuckin Junkies And Thinkin Ya Gonna Punk Me And Chill And Deal Wit Tha Fact That You Ain't Got Enuff Steal, To Deal Wit (chorus) Mack 10: Ice Cube Could You Pass Me Tha Steal, ( Ice Cube ) For Real? ( Mack 10) I'm Tha King Of Tha Hill (4x |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
Intro, Ice Cube: What would you do If I punked your whole crew? Would you run like a bitch from me? Niggaz don't test Cause we come from the west Yes the W-S to the C Westside! Westside niggaz Fuck everybody that used to be down That ain't down no mo Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side Y'all don't know how we puts it down Trick ass motherfuckers Verse 1, Ice Cube: Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin? Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor you say I'm dickin my consumer Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes I shift gears when I see tears Fuck a record, fuck a movie I rack my uzi On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get the fuckin erection Chorus, W.C.: So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge: Rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Westside rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Verse 2, Mack 10: I gots to handle mines So I grinds Real O.G. parolle Throw the woop on the quarter key Ain't been out but a minute Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented Got my pockets back swollen Motorola holdin A nigga got the whole hood rollin BG's get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot Niggaz callin Mack's spot Jackpot, the crack spot Got the double up bomb can't wait So wont you bounce rock skate To where the cluckers hibernate Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters And, ain't a crew that can get with us It's west coast, the most, I be yellin Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon Chorus, Ice Cube: Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Verse 3, W.C.: Let it rain, let it drip Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz Cause ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin heaters Causing tragedy Tearing off your whole chest cavity Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers Lenny wanna kill me cause I got 'em all scared of this Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist Stickering my tapes hoping that they can silence me Cause I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society But ain't no stopping this westside click So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo Chorus, Mack 10: Nigga, fuck what you sayin, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fuck what your sayin, and fuck who your tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Outro, W.C, Ice Cube: West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Westside, rollin till the wheels fall off Yeah, time is runnin out niggaros and nigga hoes All W's must be true Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang WSCG Bonafied and worldwide When you see Ice Cube throw up the W! When you see Mack 10 throw up the W! When you see W.C. throw up the W! When you see Crazy Tunes throw up the W! When you see K-Dee throw up the W! When you see The Comrades throw up the W! All Frum Tha I throw up the W! Westside till I die, what you thinkin of? And y'all bitches can throw it up to |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
[Ice Cube] Check it hoe shut your mouth and get naked I'm connected plus I'm makin' hit records So, if you wanna win hop in and take a spin That's W.C. and Mack 10 What's your name girlfriend You can have some fun wit us lay in the sun wit us Pack a gun wit us and make a run wit us To these illegal amigos who wanna buy bald eagles out my regals we shoppin' at Spiegels So what you wanna do Decision, decisions And what you think about dick and pussy collisions You're a irrisistable bitch and all that Me I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on Chorus, Repeat 2X: Irristable bitch let's go Where we goin' Westward ho [Mack 10:] A nigga gots to get chose it's a house full of hoes I suppose at least one of those want Mister flossy with the kilos You know it's quick fast shit it's all about the cash Pauveted Rolex' and Benz' in the S class Don't get it twisted nigga you know the word Cube got the herb and I don't fuck with nothin' less than a bird I make yo whole crew scatter what ya say don't matter cause nigga you's a punk so tell yo bitch I need to holler at her I take fo shows hop in my Benzo I stomp my Chuck to the flo as I head Westward with yo ho It's Mack 1-0 so fuck what she say I put it down the G way I'm gettin' head on the freeway. Chorus [W.C.] Hoe you need some dick in yo life dick in yo life like Jodeci I'm fienning to fuck you 'til your bleeding you need to be rolling with this cap peela, fuck that sucka for love lolly pop toe lickin' ass nigga See you say you want a real G so why don't you play like Jayo Felony and bitch take a ride with me because I can use a ho like you a bitch down to blast and help me twist this mutha fucking plastic because you're a true bitch from the westside About five-ten, two-twenty with scars on your thighs And that's they type of hoe I want down with me so bitch get your ass in and let's rob the whole city [Ice Cube:] Did I mention I think about you when I'm benchin' and running my trigger finger all through your extensions It's intense dreamin' of a black picket fence His and her nine's teach you how to rhyme on the mic You Tina I'm Ike Know you ain't a dike cause you seem to like the way I lay pipe Keep it tight let's put this mattress to the test Yes, I must confess, I got some prior arrest Fa show ya know we're goin' westward hoe can you handle half a chicken in the door panel We at the mo' with a four-O and a joint We got high, fucked around and missed the drop off point Chorus [Mack 10:] I put it down all around Westbound is where I'm headed Since I keep my heat leaded if you trip you get wetted We be huffing like hogs nigga who can see my crew No better yet me and you nigga what you wanna do, fool Cause all I do is wreck from the hip I teck and when I come from the shoulders I straight Westside Connect I got chickens by the flock I got the block on lock Around the clock I sell rock so ain't a bitch I can't knock So handcuff your trick if she's a good lookin' ho cause dog I run with niggas that the Fed's is lookin' fo' They wanna get us because our pockets is the fattest And bitches be jockin' us because we got the baller status [W.C.] I want a janky bitch, a janky bitch, a bitch straight down penitentiary bound with the qualifications of a hoe like you C-sections tattoos stretch marks and bullet wounds A rough bitch in a beanie the type of bitch that's down to do a drive by on my enemies like Mary J. you're all I need when I'm in jail the kind of hoe that's down to keester me weed Fantasies of you and me I keep Having 'em at the park smoking on a hump sharing a tall can of Magnum fucking in the back of the coup let's get it cracking So pass the stick and tell me hoe what's happening Chorus This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' Chorus |
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[Intro:] [Ice Cube] (Westsiiiiide!) Hoo-Bangin' on the transformers These trick-ass niggas quick to tuck they tail But fuck that... you know how we git... (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [Ice Cube] It's the don go let'em know Unwettable, ahh.. big fish incredible Hoo-Bangin' on the white collars got a pile of dollars Still rollin' Impalas I'm bombin' on Common Sense Chicago is mine nigga hit the fence Intense kingpin nigga worldwide And I bring sin when I wanna hoo-ride Who died and who applied the pressure Show me 3 niggas that's fresher Westside Connect Gang oh yeah we talkin' shit Nigga do you know who you fuckin' wit? [Ice Cube] Ice Cube is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] [Mack 10] It's Mack 10 fool that nigga with heaters Gauges revolvers techs and millimeters You know how we hoo-ride when we collide Niggas run but they can't hide Cause its world wide (Inglewooooooooooood!!) I'm jackin' and lickin niggas thats straight trippin' Square ass niggas can't tell a ounce from a chicken I fill you full of lead and I take you Big heads So nigga watch how ya talkin' I'm still chicken hawkin So hit the deck punk don't move my tech is bigger And you'll be dead if I pull this trigger So where the safe at I want the loot and the cavey Yo money or yo life so punk act like you savey [Ice Cube] Mack 10 is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] -acap |
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from Westside Connection - Terrorist Threats [Explicit Version] (2003)
[Ice Cube - talking]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation [Nate Dogg] Na na na na na na na na (Westside) Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh) Na na na na na na na na (what what) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [W.C.] Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this From the concrete when they chalkin' like this And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that It's a dub ass C thang dub C brain And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal [Mack 10] Evacuate the building look here come a plane No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang And bump what you plain homey this who bang With enough game to drive a swear broad insane And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners And Mack need a? in a H2 Hummer Lookin hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [Ice Cube] What the hell is Ice Cube talkin about That's how you get these here parked in you mouth Westside ride trick, the same old spit I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashante Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh) You kinda but I'm with so my Andre got to be bomb rate [W.C.] Have you seen us, naw Haters can't see us Connect Gang we the G'est nigga Countless calls and countless charges Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban cigars Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is And to my G's incarcerated and on probation I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation nigga [Chorus] Mack 10] It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G And the whole world influence by the b in the sea Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlas and gluckas Bangin for the hood causin havic and ruckus You fools actin label kissin up like suckas And your trick solder down when you pee lil bustas [Ice Cube] One thing I do know I ain't the uno Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know) I'd like to thank the congregation In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation I'm hard on them, yeah I'm ruthless You like a stress sac, boy you useless You know the side trick, better get up on it Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin on it [Mack 10] Look check this out man We got a Gangsta Nation goin down over here So ya'll might as well bow down And join this Westside thang man Cause once you get with this Partna you as G as can be Believe that homeboy It's like that Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit [Nate Dogg + (Ice Cube)] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na |
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Bellin
Strolling with a limp Sagging hard Mainly done by L.A street niggas Bellin Is not just a casual stroll But a way of life A movement First you take the rag Crease it Place it in your back pocket And bell But remember For all you square ass niggas Rips to the left Doggs to the right Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers But highly recommended for nigaas sporting Khakis, house shoes and locs [Kokane] Oh my God Yeah, we back motherfucker WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM! [WC] Keep it crackin I'm sick of all this bullshit yacking Y'all done fucked around and got the Dub reacting Lo-lows, broughams House shoes, or roams Once again its on nigga It's time to G on When it comes to gangsta shit Can't too many fuck with me Hang with me or ride to the highest level of ridetivity One to the neck Two to the neck I'm sticking them Leaving them scarred Bitch niggas get rode of they yard Hard Get off that shit You lost that shit See how many streets While you talk that shit Fuck who Billboard hanging And who take you banging and slanging I'm the hardest nigga in this game Famin the only one remaining It's time for confrontation The only one that's gonna swing them thangs Swinging with the Titanium flaming With the gun safety on F'n Fuck the whole world loc I'm bellin [Chorus] [Kokane] Yeah I got the remedy To make you want to come and ride with me You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk I'm a keep banging that gangsta ish And none of ya'll niggas can fuck with it You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must Cause this the way we bell form dawn to dusk [WC] Sick as they come Sick as thay come WC got that bomb shit that'll numb your tongue Fucking it up in my dumb-da-da-dumbs Not a Dump-da-da-dumb Off that wet one Chucking up the finger and thumb Scrap it Clack-clack it And toss the liquor Clip the barrel And hang out the window And get off on niggas Snatch niggas, clap triggers Leave on the back of the grass niggas Fuck all you rapping ass niggas I'm a thank em' Let my nuts hang And dick dangle Come in with the shit that will make you break them ankles 'Cause I'm an all-season nigga Leave yah leaking nigga Thirsty gutter nigga Use a first........ nigga Disappear nigga We gonna be here Been shifting gears And doing this shit for years Off the liquor though Really though Fuck a video I'm getting in these hoes Nigga fuck what you yellin I'm Bellin [Chorus] [Kokane] If you see me saggin Don't say nothing It's just the way we bell When you see these Chucks You know I don't give a fuck It's just the way we bell [WC] Roll them in Wrote this song again... Pull them out and let them glide Hang them high Put them hankies in the sky Out of town niggas what you need Hit me Get with me Get tuned in to the realist nigga in this city And if you came to LA You never reached out and touched us Trust us Then you must have been fucking with bustas Hell yeah, I said it I'm a hog in this shit 'Cause my before me was none of this walking shit Keep it real When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies Ya'll was in tight ass pants with murphys in your khakis Ducking Now all of a sudden Niggas start super crippin So nigga taste these slugs Tuckin Nigga tuck in your chain and your tail in And shut the fuck up and make way for these fellas Nigga, I'm bellin |
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Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it So many of us done lost lives to the streets As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways I know it's wrong but it's hard to change All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent Faced with rejection, early age stressin But now ten years later with doodoo respect I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days Might sound strange, but I just can't run away I can't run, run, it might sound strange but I just can't run away I can't run, no, run away Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good Never, I still got love for the neighborhood And even though now it's infested with gunplay on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away Cause if I s like y'all s on me Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies? I can't turn my head on my folks so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto How come everytime we get some change in our can we run away and try to move out as far as we can? I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse than a de |
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from Wc - Ghetto Heisman / Explicit Version (2002)
[Verse: WC]
We been through SL Coupe Wrist froze like Igloo Big Lou, Tony get your sauce swirled Come twisting, Nina whistling that you with your home girls Big bankers, Big drinker, I see you sneaking A peak so I know you live these gangsters Freaky thoughts got me cussing at you Visualizing me in side ya, baby can we holla Lookie here lets skip the fake conversation and all the waiting My name is Dub what's crackalatin Certified rider, all nighter, dipping in the Impala Trying to get you with this anaconda Be your friendly neighbor-hood neighbor with paper Chrome and wood on the Chevy baby Bust rubbers go deep under covers A freaky mother fucka' we should get to know each other [Chorus: Case] Come take a ride with me baby Me and my homey bout to blow - Flirt I saw you at the light looking bright Banging from your head to your toes - Flirt Can't tell the future, I don't know what tomorrow holds But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little And if it's good, drink a lil' mo - Flirt [Verse: WC] Ain't no denying I'm straight buying You in that tight skirt Cause baby you got my flirt Shutting all rookies down Stub down Dub Cezzy A.k.a. Pussy Hound Who was snitching, punany technician Trying to make your head off from multiple positions Off a yatch and moet I fiend for sex, menage a trois and getting freaky of that ass Cause I insert it Squirt it wit you on top jerking it Playing Mystikal like "show me what you working wit" Running up in it playing dead duck let me put the plug in it Show you how a thug hit it Exchange lines, blazing drinks St. Ides Trying to do the damn thing wit you And your girl at the same time No commitments to make the butt riches, a machine loving m vocabulary, flirt [Chorus] [Verse: WC] I got a problem, and it's serious as cancer No matter what you call it baby I'm a fuckaholic Trying to get you on the lizo to blow And whistle my melody, part them legs open like the Red Sea Make you smack hit it from the back While I'm creeping in the hood blowing on dubs sac As long as your kit-kat gets wet and percolate No matter the color or size, I can't hate I like the skinny ones, thick ones the whole entre I even think I'm country for fat monkeys like Beyonce Wet lips and as ghetto as Vivica Nasty long tongue known for licking ya I might trick a little just to keep the litter But tripping as G gon' cause we goin sip I'm mashing to smashing There's too many asses I can't role past them, I'm getting at them [Chorus] (2x) [Outro: WC + (Case)] (You me, Dub-Cee) Uh, Dub-Cee (Flirt) Case (that's me) New millenium shit (baby baby babe) |
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from Wc - Ghetto Heisman / Explicit Version (2002)
[Ice Cube]
1, 2, 3, 4 Get you a bitch up on the floor You gotta get up and get down (WALK!) You gotta get up and get down (WALK!) [WC] To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH Bang, crease the starch Uh oh, here we go again Off the chain, that Dub SC gang State yo name [Ice Cube] Ice Cube motherfucker [WC] What's your name [Mack 10] Mack 10 motherfucker [WC] Well bang on, swang on Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on Get my green on, with my white sling on Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging Three wheels, make the heat squeal This Westcoast shit is the shit that we built Who wanna bust with or fuck with him, and confess Y'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it Dub C, from that Dub SC Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man [Chorus] Walk, walk Niggas let me see you walk Walk, walk Bitches let me see you walk - 2x To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH Calling all cars, niggas look hard Near park cars, after dark Get toe start [Ice Cube] Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice All you bitch ass niggas are defenseless Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids It's sunday school, I run you fools You ain't gone do shit I got the flip shit, to plant Spit it like I'm gone spit it Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it I'm connected and committed All the way bided, while you bullshitted I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying fuck ya My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla [Chorus] [Mack 10] It's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic And let one off for the gangbang addicts Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove And I'm the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club I hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging Fin to bust a bitch to give head, that's eating the jaw And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya ? And ain't no niggas in the game that can beat this group Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH Calling all cars, niggas look hard Near park cars, after dark Get toe start - 2x [Chorus - 2x] (*ad-libs*) |
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from Wc - Ghetto Heisman / Explicit Version (2002)
[Intro]
Yea . . Turn the music up a little bit . . . [*Nate Dogg in background] Dah-dah-daaah Uh, yea Lah-dah-daaah A little bit louder . . right there Dah-dah-daaah [Nate Dogg] In the name of the streets [Verse] Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh huh) Nigga let the games begin, as I standin' Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital scanners takin' penitentiary chances Sick wit it, off the ric wit it Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted Grind-grimey, the big body and the big body Wit lyrics and 'draulics hotter than the Majave Sellin', brubble bellin', career felon Escalade 3-braid beer wearin' Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat Niggas call me "Home of Cake" cause I love the cheese Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed I spit in the name of the streets [Chorus: Nate Dogg + W.C.] I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll) I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gonna stay fly) I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust) Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high) In the name of the streets I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll) I'm gon' rich ride (I'm goin' rich ride) I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball) Hold my hood up high In the name of the streets [Verse] This is for them geniuz Da best is my East niazz Both sides street niazz This is for them DJ's coast to coast movin' this Spin-ni-nin them turntables that bomp the Ruvian Smashous, best trap us for cash and dump a blunt at ya's Outta the mix-classes, this is for them riders, ridin' for the mims Ghetto ass niazz on them big shiny rims (uh huh) Thrashin', you're back at ya, bring a debassa' Got dropping on your drastic, another hood classic Dump the "Ghetto Heisman" singing "more cabbage" A street niazz livin' on seek and kill status Unlock the racked Def Jam cock it back Recess is over, I want my spot back Who's the next? I preceded to blow coming at 'em I'm in a mink coat and Spacey gat 'em You're lookin' at 'em [Chorus] [Bridge: Nate Dogg] I told a woman I don't love her but she wants to go I told another that I want her but she wants to hoe I ain't a hater I'm a player so I fucked 'em both In the name of the streets [Outro] [*Nate Dogg in background] Dah-dah-daaah Yea . . . Lah-dah-daaah Dub-C . . . Dah-dah-daaah The "Ghetto Heisman" . . . [Nate Dogg] In the name of the streets Swangin' through a hood near you [*over last line of outro] Dah-dah-daaah Lah-dah-daaah Dah-dah-daaah [Nate Dogg] In the name of the streets |
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from Wc - Ghetto Heisman / Explicit Version (2002)
Nigga that shit coming together
Like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga Keep it gangsta y'all Keep it gangsta y'all My niggaz thug out, you getting drugged out These bitches getting loc'ed out When we smoke out, 'cause we chromed out About to bomb out Here ye, here ye, calling all the hawgs Fresh outta the whole tank, bouncin' up the walls Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the gauge on the ghetto Rollin' through y'all residents Runnin' the scene this is the king of the cars Thugged out baby in my new busta's Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of them let me see up Ridaz throw ya heaterz up Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've been gone But now I'm back to get my walk on Swang with the game as I reach out and touch ya Turn the cup up and get ignorant on this motherfucker Mayday, mayday, back in charge Calling out cars, calling out cars Dip, skip through the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle Hoppin' out the SS workin' all them angles Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and I've got my homeboy Hell yeah, the motherfucking villain 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the, hello Look at these g'z working these fake ass sopranos Here come the Villain with another heater With motherfucking Dub nigga in the two-seater On my nuts while I west west y'all Grab that microphone and I test test y'all Villian baritone be like all over y'all Who wanna ball with that Black nigga Ren? Like the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling Dub-cee, give a fuck if these bitches don't love me I wanna bang, I wanna ride I wanna slang, from the side, do it now It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off And let these motherfuckers know they gotta peel us off I wanna bang, I wanna ride I wanna slang, from the side, do it now It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off And let these motherfuckers know they gotta peel us off Gangsta Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Upon 'em again and I'm er running 'em again, look at it With da-da-day, with da-da-day Dub rock it, let your flag hang from your back pocket Draw on 'em, on 'em, on 'em can't none of 'em Eat with me, eat my style but y'all can't get rid of me I heard y'all C-Walking now, yeah who taught you? What you could say who? Nigga why I oughta smack all the spit out of you Beat the shit out of you, get at 'em dumping, stomping Dippin' in the 600, saggin' in my overalls blunted Finger and thumb it, quick run This gangsta shit Dub-Cee runnin' Here son, steady pumping I come through punking Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them high styles like Kobe So shut up and kneel to these West side parolees And pass the blunt, 'cause none of y'all can hold it We got the niggaz (We got the bitches) We got the killaz (We got the riches) We got the dealers (We hit the switches) We got every fucking thing you want And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we don't We got the niggaz (We got the bitches) We got the killaz (We got the riches) We got the dealers (We hit the switches) We got every fucking thing you want And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we don't Who that nigga that you fucking with? When you want to hear some motherfucking nigger shit Call the villain and I'll bring hot lyric Waltonville to hit your bitch nigga ren with it Y'all need to quit it This shit legendary, fuck around With it and yo mama get buried Your first born and that bitch you just married Who give a fuck pop that baby, she just carried Hubbin' all black like my fucking skin tone How the fuck you gon' talk about the villain, you a clone Bitin' every time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss? Weak motherfuckers better say us So if it ain't Ruff, it ain't my shit Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my dick Hate my clique, bitch-man 'cause I won't hit A nigga that I ain't fucking wit' I wanna bang, I wanna ride I wanna slang, from the side, do it now It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off And let these motherfuckers know they gotta peel us off Gangsta Please believe it, please believe it Please believe it, please believe it Please believe it, please believe it Please believe it, please believe it Please believe it, please believe it |
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Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people like mugilla
From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like kitty liver Take my finger out your putang you smelly Funkadelic With Funkadelic reteric for you relics (The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper) The Grim Reaper's grim reaper I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon The game sprays out of my mouth like a can of Krylon Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on You had tights on like you had nylons on Boogie banga funked out panty stainer Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger Smell me (It's the [unverified] words man) Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman I'll serve niggaz in the third person don't even try it Vaboom, he's back to putting in work Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose Vaboom, he's back to putting in work Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose Timber, Hawk, it's the big hawk Ready to chalk With the boom ping, ping That make the Dre swing, swing Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger Hit, click, click, click, click, click Nigga, dissa, stealer, scrilla Did-a anybody kill her? I'm blasting None of them like Danskin Closing caskets chromed Put my L.A. throat back on It's back on and getting cheddar In my ride with the blue feather, in linen Strolling with the vengeance And when I make that gun clap Bitch, niggaz roll like pigeons So if you claiming than brang it And be about the drama It's WC and I ain't your mama Vaboom, he's back to putting in work Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose Nigga make way for the big bomber Mr. all night rider, original bang hand glider Scuffing up Chucks swiftly Looking for a spot launch that mini mat And that's a hard hat Do it till I get you, pistol grip whip you Nigga, your pitiful, picture me back burner material Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought [unverified] Ditching your block when live while you work 'Cause it ain't no half repping Either you riding or not, cock it or keep stepping Come on, feel the breeze What, y'all ain't know? I got a squad so cold We freeze all area codes, they need this, real Gs Critical thesis bound to break shit down to quarter pieces For real, Devil, the boss under the Dub Swanging, giving orders to chickens and thugs It ain't no bitch in this industry that flow like me Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz that can see me For sure I've been none to loc for way too long Now the spot lights on me, so believe me its on Its funny the way I'm hated, always underrated But ya'll hoes couldn't come with it if you masturbated Niggaz wanna test me, I wish you would Lyrics bang more harder than niggaz bang they hood I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades Got so much heat I make the Devil run for shade This ain't no game nigga, so don't fuck with T Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs For pushing off [unverified] trying to take these keys A female fely in Burberry Picking up money from the commissary Don't fuck with Terry Vaboom, he's back to putting in work Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose Vaboom, he's back to putting in work Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose Vaboom, he's back to putting in work Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose Vaboom, he's back to putting in work Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, Lady T Swang on, swang on |
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from Wc - The Streets / Int'l Single (2006)
Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it So many of us done lost lives to the streets As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways I know it's wrong but it's hard to change All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent Faced with rejection, early age stressin But now ten years later with doodoo respect I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days Might sound strange, but I just can't run away I can't run, run, it might sound strange but I just can't run away I can't run, no, run away Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good Never, I still got love for the neighborhood And even though now it's infested with gunplay on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away Cause if I s like y'all s on me Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies? I can't turn my head on my folks so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto How come everytime we get some change in our can we run away and try to move out as far as we can? I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse than a de |
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Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it So many of us done lost lives to the streets As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways I know it's wrong but it's hard to change All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent Faced with rejection, early age stressin But now ten years later with doodoo respect I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days Might sound strange, but I just can't run away I can't run, run, it might sound strange but I just can't run away I can't run, no, run away Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good Never, I still got love for the neighborhood And even though now it's infested with gunplay on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away Cause if I s like y'all s on me Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies? I can't turn my head on my folks so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto How come everytime we get some change in our can we run away and try to move out as far as we can? I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse than a de |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
(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 --End Hook-- (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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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
[Ice Cube]
I am getting dizzy as the world keeps spinnin like a Frisbee Gangsta's and girls make the world twirl No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration 30 years is what I'm facing But give me 7 seas and 11 gees I make enough cheese to bring wall street to its knees Nigga please I got enough guns To fill the empire state building full of 1's Go to school is what you tell us But nigga's in school is scared of the Good fellas We got the Yayo you can just say no But nobody makes a fucking move until I say so That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be Kids when you grow up who the fuck you want to be? Like me ya black superhero Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya Because it ain't no trivia about my house in West Bolivia Blew the jury a kiss they rather dismiss Them swim the big fish You fucking guppies! [Chorus] Gangsta's make the world go round [W.C.] Not just sagging waving my flag and never will I ease up nigga So stop asking see I was taught as a tiny loc on the set its all About the pussy and money fuck the rest nigga this tech is quicker To collect when I'm seeking all the jewelry and the money so miss Me with that preaching teaching fuck all that bullshit I want to Slang yea like Noriaga sit back watch my paper collect like the I.R.S. as I kick it with 50 bitches all on my dick just like the President & like the police I want a gang of killers all on my Side that's down to lie more crooked that St. Ides rip ride on my Behalf as I call shots as if I was Saddaam Hussein Jacking mother- fuckers for Dana Danes hated by many bit I don't care because I Rather be feared than loved with a pocket full of dubs because Gangsta gangsta's make the world go round & if you want a piece Then you best to be down so quit chastising me analzing me &like the escorts look over your sholder nigga its Plain to see crooked ass cowards [Chorus] [Mack 10] 360 degrees like my D's the world be spinning Nigga's been sinning since the beginning History's a trip so I peep when I am reading Nigga's probably grew weed in the garden of Eden Before big balling sex cars and loot Its like bitches been scandalous biting forbidden fruit But gangster's don't deal with that shit, on the Westside And since they regulating hoes I roll with the Best side So check it as my lifetime is ticking Coming up strong licking and flipping chickens Need cheese in amounts of G's I gave up sports to slang Key's But blamed it on my Knees Make sure I got what I need To make your order Everything to baggies triple beams to jugs for my water Like a snitch life's a bitch a world full of drama Drug paraphernalia being found by my momma Trauma brings the sad song on your way to killer king nigga So now I stand with heat in my hand for my whole life span Cause evil lurks the land Plus I got a packet with this gang-bang jacket Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted Fo sho One-0 got the ups on these prankstas While the world keep twisting as a Westside Gangsta For life nigga [Chorus] |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
(Talking) God Damn! New York City! Skyscrapers and everything! (Ice Cube) Back in the day, we used to respect yall niggas. We used to be down with yall niggas. All you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect. So I say to you and your city, yall niggas will never get our respect again. Westside nigga! Keeping it real. (Yeah) Keeping it real! Westside! Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The west coast is in the house sayin' Why you talkin loud? What you talkin' about? (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Who wants to rock the microphone after me? Think of who you are and who you be. My energy holds me down like the NFC. I'm going thorough through your borough Wit my Raider jacket and my jerry curl gangstas rule the world On the west nevertheless W/S We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress (Mack 10) You couldn't have said it no better homeboy With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy These bust ass critics from the N.Y.C. Don't know that iI be from the ING My peeps play for keeps deep crews pay dues by murder ones and twos Rip riders and Damus choose To stay gangsta you never ever ran us We bustin' clips like bananas Spottin' colored bandanas (W.C.) It's the hoodsta cap peela Dusty ass New York critic killa Dumping and pumping Motha fucking led in their chest because none of them niggas ever have it up for the West So now it's on & the gauge in my pants got me limping Fuck unity I'm coast tripping sagging as a bell East smashing tape recorders This is 187 on a New York reporter New York, New York (4x) (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Tryin' to get a East hip-hop monopoly But I've writng gangsta shit since '83 when ya'll was still scared to use Profanity now everbody wanna run and go get triggers and blaim it on these West Coast 7 figure niggas just because we made it real niggas got the deal I Hope blood ain't got spill I kill (Mack 10) It's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches Because we're platinum when we flex this With mic in hand fans in the stands We make a mill yan from California to Japan bitch Went over seas seen D's how we done it 88's to 100's to let me dnow who really run it Thes West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin' or we jackin' Packin' ninas and sellin' out arenas niggas (W.C.) You make me wanta holla throw up both my Dubs And roll these niggas up I got to beat 'em When I see 'em T-roll 'em cut off hes scrotum Leave 'em bleeding in particles for them bias All articles I'm mashing and blasting so get the casket I bet you after this I get a fucking Hip hop classic I'm banning you niggas from the scene Kicking over newstands pouring gasoline on your magazines... (Ice Cube) To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. We the best my niggas don't stress. (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. In your articles trying to rate my LP Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps Sayin' we ain't real because we make snaps Selling 6-4 with a dab what you looking at with your brooklyn hat And your pen and pad Nigga I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams Fuck your baggy jeans Fuck your magazines (Mack 10) Hey hey hey what's happenin tound tray It's still MT critic K on mines all mothafuckin' day It'a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossing got to flossin fell Off and got the nail in the coffin Who wanna regret fucin with my set I be a 24 yeat street Westside Connect Vet You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us We packin' heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us (W.C.) A yo nigga fuck that shit I got to kill it fuck a New York critic he wuite about it Live it did it plus I'm still with it putting it down On all these DJ's hating faking and Flaking never once played my record on their radio station No love for a New York critic Or disc jock matter of fact I'm blaming all ya'll for fucking up hip hop Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The West Coast is the house sayin' Why you talkin' loud? What you talkin'about?(16x) Westside! |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
(WC) Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rolling your lexos No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck them preppy niggas You need to get with this malt Liqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never How ya figure I'll be crying over yo ass like a Baby face nigga bitch you better be glad I got 3 strikes because back in '85 I'd been done gave your ass a black eye See I been waving at your ass all week but all You do is roll your eyes like your shit don't stink So now it's time for a nigga clown your ass Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat Don't want to fuck with niggas in khakis But hoe i bet for the dough You quick to jack that ass like a 4 So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch hit the road with your fucked up weave....... (Ice Cube) How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw Outlaw rollin' down the shaw Don't you want a mothafucka that's hard Or a bitch-made cute as El Debarge? Do you like negros? Him and those? Individuals called criminals? How'd you figure a West Coast nigga Drinking liquor got to know how to dig you When we dated straight fade it Penetrated, Ms. sasfisacated No daddy hate it Never met a nigga quite as fly as me All bottled up in your high society You want to chech my mental Cause how could a nigga from South Central rollin' in a Benzo Spice in ya life is what you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed I represent reality in your world full of lies And i can see it in your eyes You worried sick and I'm chillin' (Westside) Tell your family to fuck off and roll with this villian (chorus) Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals?(2x) (Mack 10) Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for real tho It's Mack 10 and let you niggas know I'm gun ho Baby i guess maybe i can get with your program With hunnit spode tonas on my front and back Broham hit a lick or two make your whole life a thriller Make you wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a killa Hot as sauce out the floss no need to be discreet I swing the fuck out this bitch til my bumper touch the street On switches and I'm workin jerkin hot ya nigga smirkin Jack the ass up and down til my back wheels is chirpin You need to be with me bitch you too fucking bombay To be on the Shaw with a nigga with a Hyundai I take you through my neighborgood raise where crime pays No girbauds no fades just cacky's and French braids And my friends is niggas that know what ends is In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benz' With hoochy hoes groopy hoes You know those with a gang of money lolo' and penitintiary fo do's So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin Slam the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons (K-Dee) Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby I know you're Catholic But can you have you have dick up in them guts all the way to These nuts Your a rich girl far from skeezer I'm playing at the mall with your Visa You wanna swang with K-Swinger (When the West is in the houseoh my God! danger) But take a hit you'll live But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff give Now i see you giggling But all I wanna see is ass wiggling and titties jiggling So what you wanna do? Don't go chasing waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls your use to Go ahead and take a big lick Cause girls look so good on the end of My dick That right is it tight? I know you ain't a dike What type of nigga do you like? Bitch! (chorus) (chorus II) Bitch I'm from the wild, wild west Can't you tell buy the "S" on my chest We got hoes for days Plus we claiming no stress no mothafuckin' dress (chorus) (chorus II) Do you like criminals? |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Niggas go out and get your cookies Gangstas don't dance we boogie Stay the fuck away from the rookies |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
INTRO:(ICE CUBE)
Brrrgh! Ai!Ai! In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak VERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW There's ten million ways to die Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin Off this gang-bang music So all I'd wanna got the room stumped I'm smokin,make dough like Trump Cookin ??? to they chunk,punk! Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga I'm not an MC,I'm not a G I mean I'm A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga! Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo What's this my ??? low-grader system That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises Nigga be dissin on a down low So now my motto's:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast" New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers Cross em out and put a'K Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays *Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC* 'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K! Inglewoooood! Nigga! To South Central L.A.! VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat(Brrgh!) Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades No switchblades,nigga,we shoots That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down Check it!Ho shut your mouth and get naked! I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form I'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you! Nigga get off,this shit is wacked Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil You're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya And even the female rappers are gettin smacked Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back Cos I'm a westside Connection hista Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers CHORUS INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE) Brrrgh! In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak VERSE THREE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Now you can cross out the busters and snitches B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches From the niggas I know in the streets I run through Swear to god bitch,real it ain't one dog and no(body) So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs Be all surprised,everybody dies From Columbian neckties covered with fright Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you So when I pull my spray-can to spray I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass CHORUS OUTRO:(ICE CUBE) Don't go chasin waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to Punk ass motherfuckers! Brrrrgh |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
Tha Next Muthafuckaz Go By Tha Name Of Cypress Hill ( K All Day )
Ice Cube: Every Few Yearz Nigguz Think They can Deal Wit Tha Real, Now I Gotz To Fuck Cypress Hill I Got A Vocie You Can Fell, I Drink A Beer And Bust A Rap And Thatz Tha End Of Ya Carrer, You Fuckin Bitchez Never Seen A Hood High Powered Like Tha West Side Connection Slide Though My Tec, I Got Em Soon As I Spot Them I'm Dumpin Gotz To Treat These Bitch Azz Niggaz Like They Stole Some Thing, I See You Wit A Joint, You Must Be Smokin That Shit To Much Got ya Bitch Azz Touched, Sen Dogg You can't Rap From Tha Gutz And B Real Soundin Like He Got Baby Nutz, I Don't Know Why You Think Ya Slick, I Don't Know What Rapper Down Wit ya Click, I Don't Know 1 Bitch On Ya Dick, And i Don't Know 1 Nigga Bumpin Ya Shit. I Here You Clamin South Central But Y'all Hoez From South Gate, Comin Wit A Vocie High Pitched B Real Ain't Nuttin But A Bitch Mack 10: We'll Itz Tha Hip-hop Hippy Startin Shit, Now I'm Rollin up Cypress Hill Lettin Then Niggas Have It, Got These Wanna B Thugs Up Load My Slugz Up hey, Yo Back Up Q-Ball We Passed That Bitch Muggs Up, Pull Over And Let me Out And Let me Show Thiz White Boy What That Westside Connection Like. Boo Ya Boo Ya From Tha Gaude Has I Split Them. Tha Buck Shotz Spray And Make The Lay As I hit Them ( Uhhh ). 1 Down 2 To Go Hand Me Tha Fo' Fo' Let Me Get My Ride On Get My Murder On, B Real Wish He Could Be Me Coz He Know He Can't C Me ( Biiiiiitch! ) You Should Have Known You Can't C A Real Hog, Coz I'm A Real Dogg, You Bustaz Wanna C Me But You Bustaz Can't Coz I'm ACE Homie Wit Americaz Most, Nigga Miss Me I'm Used To A Hoe Tryin To Kiss Me, Now What Gave Ya Bitch Ass A Nuff Heart To Diss Me? Ya Gonna Come Up Missin And Sen Dogg So Wack He Ain't Even Worth Diss'in, ( hahaha ), You Niggas Need To Listen, On Every Thing I Luv My Heat And A Dub, Fuck Rappin Fuck Fighting I Make A Bloody Glove, Itz One O And Fo' Sho' Kill You Pussy Can't Touch My Skill, Coz i'm Tha King Of Tha Hill! Ice Cube: Every Body In Ghetto Know What Your Doin, 1 White Boy And 2 Fuckin Cubins Clamin That Your Locco But You Ain't Mexican,Fuckin Wit Tha Hoggs, You Say You Bloodz, But You Wish You Were A Dogg Fool. Go On Tour And Only Rap To Tha Yupies Meet A Big Fish And i'll Make A Dish Out You Fuckin Guppies, So Who Y'all Wit? Niggaz Down Wit Cypress Can Wipe This Shit Off My Dick, Has I Stick It Like King Kong And Ping Pong Wit Thiz Fake Azz Chese And Cong, Did You Tell Ya Momma That I Had To Help ya When Sen Dogg Left Ya Bitch Azz. a Say That I Took Ya Hook? It Must be Tha White Boy Think All Niggas Steal. Now What You hip-hop Hippys U Fuckin Junkies And Thinkin Ya Gonna Punk Me And Chill And Deal Wit Tha Fact That You Ain't Got Enuff Steal, To Deal Wit (chorus) Mack 10: Ice Cube Could You Pass Me Tha Steal, ( Ice Cube ) For Real? ( Mack 10) I'm Tha King Of Tha Hill (4x |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
Intro, Ice Cube: What would you do If I punked your whole crew? Would you run like a bitch from me? Niggaz don't test Cause we come from the west Yes the W-S to the C Westside! Westside niggaz Fuck everybody that used to be down That ain't down no mo Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side Y'all don't know how we puts it down Trick ass motherfuckers Verse 1, Ice Cube: Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin? Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor you say I'm dickin my consumer Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes I shift gears when I see tears Fuck a record, fuck a movie I rack my uzi On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get the fuckin erection Chorus, W.C.: So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge: Rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Westside rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Verse 2, Mack 10: I gots to handle mines So I grinds Real O.G. parolle Throw the woop on the quarter key Ain't been out but a minute Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented Got my pockets back swollen Motorola holdin A nigga got the whole hood rollin BG's get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot Niggaz callin Mack's spot Jackpot, the crack spot Got the double up bomb can't wait So wont you bounce rock skate To where the cluckers hibernate Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters And, ain't a crew that can get with us It's west coast, the most, I be yellin Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon Chorus, Ice Cube: Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Verse 3, W.C.: Let it rain, let it drip Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz Cause ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin heaters Causing tragedy Tearing off your whole chest cavity Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers Lenny wanna kill me cause I got 'em all scared of this Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist Stickering my tapes hoping that they can silence me Cause I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society But ain't no stopping this westside click So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo Chorus, Mack 10: Nigga, fuck what you sayin, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fuck what your sayin, and fuck who your tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Outro, W.C, Ice Cube: West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Westside, rollin till the wheels fall off Yeah, time is runnin out niggaros and nigga hoes All W's must be true Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang WSCG Bonafied and worldwide When you see Ice Cube throw up the W! When you see Mack 10 throw up the W! When you see W.C. throw up the W! When you see Crazy Tunes throw up the W! When you see K-Dee throw up the W! When you see The Comrades throw up the W! All Frum Tha I throw up the W! Westside till I die, what you thinkin of? And y'all bitches can throw it up to |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
[Ice Cube] Check it hoe shut your mouth and get naked I'm connected plus I'm makin' hit records So, if you wanna win hop in and take a spin That's W.C. and Mack 10 What's your name girlfriend You can have some fun wit us lay in the sun wit us Pack a gun wit us and make a run wit us To these illegal amigos who wanna buy bald eagles out my regals we shoppin' at Spiegels So what you wanna do Decision, decisions And what you think about dick and pussy collisions You're a irrisistable bitch and all that Me I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on Chorus, Repeat 2X: Irristable bitch let's go Where we goin' Westward ho [Mack 10:] A nigga gots to get chose it's a house full of hoes I suppose at least one of those want Mister flossy with the kilos You know it's quick fast shit it's all about the cash Pauveted Rolex' and Benz' in the S class Don't get it twisted nigga you know the word Cube got the herb and I don't fuck with nothin' less than a bird I make yo whole crew scatter what ya say don't matter cause nigga you's a punk so tell yo bitch I need to holler at her I take fo shows hop in my Benzo I stomp my Chuck to the flo as I head Westward with yo ho It's Mack 1-0 so fuck what she say I put it down the G way I'm gettin' head on the freeway. Chorus [W.C.] Hoe you need some dick in yo life dick in yo life like Jodeci I'm fienning to fuck you 'til your bleeding you need to be rolling with this cap peela, fuck that sucka for love lolly pop toe lickin' ass nigga See you say you want a real G so why don't you play like Jayo Felony and bitch take a ride with me because I can use a ho like you a bitch down to blast and help me twist this mutha fucking plastic because you're a true bitch from the westside About five-ten, two-twenty with scars on your thighs And that's they type of hoe I want down with me so bitch get your ass in and let's rob the whole city [Ice Cube:] Did I mention I think about you when I'm benchin' and running my trigger finger all through your extensions It's intense dreamin' of a black picket fence His and her nine's teach you how to rhyme on the mic You Tina I'm Ike Know you ain't a dike cause you seem to like the way I lay pipe Keep it tight let's put this mattress to the test Yes, I must confess, I got some prior arrest Fa show ya know we're goin' westward hoe can you handle half a chicken in the door panel We at the mo' with a four-O and a joint We got high, fucked around and missed the drop off point Chorus [Mack 10:] I put it down all around Westbound is where I'm headed Since I keep my heat leaded if you trip you get wetted We be huffing like hogs nigga who can see my crew No better yet me and you nigga what you wanna do, fool Cause all I do is wreck from the hip I teck and when I come from the shoulders I straight Westside Connect I got chickens by the flock I got the block on lock Around the clock I sell rock so ain't a bitch I can't knock So handcuff your trick if she's a good lookin' ho cause dog I run with niggas that the Fed's is lookin' fo' They wanna get us because our pockets is the fattest And bitches be jockin' us because we got the baller status [W.C.] I want a janky bitch, a janky bitch, a bitch straight down penitentiary bound with the qualifications of a hoe like you C-sections tattoos stretch marks and bullet wounds A rough bitch in a beanie the type of bitch that's down to do a drive by on my enemies like Mary J. you're all I need when I'm in jail the kind of hoe that's down to keester me weed Fantasies of you and me I keep Having 'em at the park smoking on a hump sharing a tall can of Magnum fucking in the back of the coup let's get it cracking So pass the stick and tell me hoe what's happening Chorus This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' Chorus |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
[Intro:] [Ice Cube] (Westsiiiiide!) Hoo-Bangin' on the transformers These trick-ass niggas quick to tuck they tail But fuck that... you know how we git... (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [Ice Cube] It's the don go let'em know Unwettable, ahh.. big fish incredible Hoo-Bangin' on the white collars got a pile of dollars Still rollin' Impalas I'm bombin' on Common Sense Chicago is mine nigga hit the fence Intense kingpin nigga worldwide And I bring sin when I wanna hoo-ride Who died and who applied the pressure Show me 3 niggas that's fresher Westside Connect Gang oh yeah we talkin' shit Nigga do you know who you fuckin' wit? [Ice Cube] Ice Cube is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] [Mack 10] It's Mack 10 fool that nigga with heaters Gauges revolvers techs and millimeters You know how we hoo-ride when we collide Niggas run but they can't hide Cause its world wide (Inglewooooooooooood!!) I'm jackin' and lickin niggas thats straight trippin' Square ass niggas can't tell a ounce from a chicken I fill you full of lead and I take you Big heads So nigga watch how ya talkin' I'm still chicken hawkin So hit the deck punk don't move my tech is bigger And you'll be dead if I pull this trigger So where the safe at I want the loot and the cavey Yo money or yo life so punk act like you savey [Ice Cube] Mack 10 is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] -acap |
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from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)
<i>[Intro: Ice Cube]</i>
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Ice Cube]</i> Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas (hahaha) Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my head Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark (Punk ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my ?? It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed A first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what) One Pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh) Niggas run out and get ya cookie <i>[Westside]</i> Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[W.C.]</i> Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide) Nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga <i>[whistle]</i> True blue when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside Letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette <i>[haha]</i> As the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock When I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Mack 10]</i> What's crackin Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a Double decker, marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yae So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man I make more deliveries than the postman My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an Now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex With my aces o-t on a regular basis We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a killa But Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) <i>[repeat 8X]</i> Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up I cant go here, I can't go there I feel institutionalized And i'm on the street |
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| from Baka Boyz - Best Of The Baka Boyz Morning Show (2002) | |||||
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