F/ Ice Cube, Mack 10
[Ice Cube]
1, 2, 3, 4
Get you a b**h 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 motherf**er
[Wc]
What's your name
[Mack 10]
Mack 10 motherf**er
[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 sh** is the sh** that we built
Who wanna bust with or f** with him, and confess
Y'all can't f** with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it
Dub C, from that Dub sc
For sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man
[Chorus:]
Walk, walk
n***as let me see you walk
Walk, walk
b**hes let me see you walk - 2x
To the Weeeeeeest, march
Calling all cars, n***as look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start
[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube motherf**er, I represent this
Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice
All you b**h a** n***as are defenseless
Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids
It's sunday school, I run you fools
You ain't gone do sh**
I got the flip sh**, to plant
Spit it like I'm gone spit it
n***as wanna get it, but they won't admit it
I'm connected and committed
All the way bided, while you bullsh**ted
I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
Motherf**ers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out
n***as gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying f** 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 n***as that walk off that funkadelic sh**
I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
And let one off for the g**n addicts
Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove
And I'm the gangsta rap n***a that the D-Boys love
Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club
I hit the do' n***as 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 b**h 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 n***as 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, n***as look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start - 2x
[Chorus - 2x]
(*ad-libs*)