[Mack 10]
Microphone check 1-0 from the West Coast beller and teller
I cuss like a sailor
When you see her she's a goner, moved to California
Blew the b**h up and put the gangsta twist on her
Sunny Southern Cal, it never snows
n***as yellin' ‘hey's and ‘ho's
We jumpin' outta 6-4's
When it comes to the gun play, we vets
It's West Coast for life, no crews, only sets
[Ice Cube]
Well, it's the dog, breathin' out the smog
I'm a hog of this gangsta sh**, Don of the clique
All you s**as wanna dis the Pacific
But you buster n***as never get specific
Used to love her, mad ‘cause we f**ed her
p**y-whipped b**h with no Common Sense
Hip hop started in the West
Ice Cube bailin' through the East without a vest
[WC]
Now as I look to my riz-zight and to my left
I see motherf**ers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdriver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
Find a-notha crew of n***as that can f** with this
Lyrical bully, given verbal bruises to crews, fool
You must be on dick, dope and dynamite. How you figure?
Speed on before you get peed on, n***a
[Mack 10]
Fool, what side is you, red or the blue?
Wild as the L.A. Zoo, it's round two
I ignite, grab the mic tight, strike like a rattle
Bring your rhymes and nines to the muthaf**in' battle
So sun down to sun up, run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumpin', you know a n***a dumpin'
You dread like a Rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10, that n***a with the heat that'll bury ya
[Ice Cube]
Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by, and watch everybody die
n***as into gangs, thangs and narcotic
Freak b**hes, riches, and hydraulic
Pull heat, knock you off your feet
Clear the whole block, both sides of the street
Even Crips and Bloods hear my thuds
Fee fie foe fum—ay n***a, where you from? (Westside!)
[WC]
f** all you n***as, I'm yellin'
This is M.A.A.D. Circle to the fullest everybody 187
Toones play the piano, f** a battle
I'm socking rappers like mad man Santiago
‘Cause you n***as ain't impressin' me
Plus you signed to Big Red Records, so n***a, f** what you tellin' me
Sit down junior, you couldn't see me if you wanted to
Look ya'll, it's Mack 10, Cube and the "W"
[Hook 2X]
Ice Cube: Westside's on the map!
Mack 10: n***as rappin' since the ‘70s and still never went gold!
[Mack 10]
I just had a scrap for the neighborhood
Inglewood stereotype, gotta deal with the hype
Known to kick back with the fat sack, f** that
Where my gat at? These n***as trippin' off my Bulls hat
About to let loose with the chrome trey-deuce
Five shot, and I, put holes in your bandana
I push a Benz, you still rollin' Gs
So n***a miss me with that set trippin', start slangin' keys
[Ice Cube]
When I say gitchy-gitchy, n***as get b**hy-b**hy
‘Cause they heard of the natural born murderer
I'm like Frankenstein, it's spankin' time
Layin' in the sunshine with only one nine
So who wants to bust with the never-rust
Goin' platinum plus, every time I cuss
So f** the whole world, black (f** ‘em!)
n***as better hope I don't grow my jheri-curl back
[WC]
Step up, murderer, steppin' out a Chevrolet
Sportin' a beanie like Marvin Gaye
Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Chucks
Standin' tall in your freestyle session holdin' my balls
I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
‘Cause n***as be foul and bitin' other n***as' styles
But if you're bitin' this, you better bring a dentist
‘Cause s**ing these balls'll give your a** lockjaw, fool
[Mack 10]
Which way shall I go? n***a, what should I do?
Should I bang with the red or should I truce with the blue?
Should I rock dope beats, and grab the mic and stay down?
Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound? sh**
I never thought that my nuts'a get bigger
Checkin' major figures, I'm hangin' with platinum n***as
It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swingin'
No time for bangin', but still got my khakis hangin'
[Ice Cube]
f** one love, it's the bloody glove, k**in' honkey hoes
Leaving blood stains on Broncos
In a Hertz rental, I drive on the 405
Is he dead or alive?
Mother-f** court, took another snort
Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport
So I can catch a flight away from the drama
Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas
[WC]
Ah, Shucky ducky, quack quack
n***as ain't knowin' how to act
s**a ducks play the back
n***as used to dis but now it's turning around
And like Brandy, motherf**ers wanna be down with this
West Coast rap game, I can give a f**
If you wasn't down at first, you can buck these nuts
Transformers get stole on (BOOM)
Get the picture, k**a Cali, home of the body bags, n***a
[Hook]