[Intro]
Westside Connect Gang
Connect Gang, bing bing bang
[Verse 1 : Turtle No Joke]
They call me Turtle No, Bow down when you see me
Quick to leave yo girl tongue smelling like some semen
Pull up in a demon, all red when you see it
Man these b**hes on me, boy I feel like Willie Beamen
n***as can't see me so they try to R.I.P me
Teach you alphabets, autograph is after this
Went to grab some chips, f**ed around & bagged yo b**h
Send my dog to eat everything that the maggots missed
[Verse 2 : Oktane]
West coast n***a named Oktane
It ain't the same, ain't no game n***a stop playing
I'm made a plan with my people, hand in hand with my people
Now I'm finna be the man with my people, look up
[Verse 3 : Price]
Hey, I'm Price and I'm capitaine of the winner team
I f** her with the music loud so they can't hear her scream
Either I'm making or I'm spending green, ain't no in-betweens
Everywhere I step, I got that glow just like that Billie Jean
[Verse 4 : Audio Push]
[Oktane]
We walkin' it better than we can talk it over here
Minimum flexin', juggin', and flossin' over here
[Pricetag]
Life is awesome over here, the women camp out, we stand out
Call us what you want but just don't call us for no handouts n***a!
[Verse 5 : B-Nice]
Yo, wa**up my name is B Nice, and I'm hash as f**
Bow down to my black belt or meet my nunchucks
It's fun stuff, finish any line you cross, run up
Orchestrate a summer party that a get you done up
[Hook - x4]
Bow Down! (When we come to yo town)
Bow Down! (Only real ones around)
[Verse 6 : N.No]
Look, they call me N.No the low, cutthroat
These n***as bow down, semi-automatic, all plastic
That b**h go blac-ow, i need the guap now
Play me soft and it get hostile, street n***a baby
I pull up and bring the block out
[Verse 7 : Clacc]
Bit-b**hes praise Clacc, bow down on the dick
Choppa got kick, make him spin around when he hit
Weststide, k**a gang, beat, beat bang , evil side, 2 gang
Blue rag, blue flame, you sad, you lame, sh** ain't change n***a
[Verse 8 : Seriious]
Double
I'm sick of n***as screamin' they the realist (ya ain't real)
But ain't never met a k**er, I grew up around some n***as
Thats been k**in for a living
Can take yo b**h and introduce her to this pimpin'
That's a given, in the kitchen wrist whippin', I'm a chemist
I'm the man in this building, you a tenant, lil n***a it's a difference
B-O-dub, that's the label n***a listen
Tell the homies, "Green light", I'm competition
[Hook - x4]
Bow Down! (When we come to yo town)
Bow Down! (Only real ones around)
[Verse 9 : Fat Trel]
Hey look!
Got a bunch of bad b**hes on the tour bus
If she f**s me in the game that's for sure luck
Don't believe me all these n***as wanna be me
Everytime them b**hes see me on the on the genie I for sure f**
Got the double cup stuffed with the ice tray
Shut the f** up pay attention what the mic say
If you listen you can live it n***a night-day
But you gon' sing it how i wrote it like I say
Turn a deuce into three like Mike J
Man, my b**h might f** or she might pay
I'm just pushin' Audio like white ba**
Shoot it 'til the cops stop in the right lane
Man, the Tec might jam or it might bang
And I don't think my brain in the right thang
Westcoast, let's go, best though
Throw it in the pot like [Petrol?]
[Hook - x4]
Bow Down! (When we come to yo town)
Bow Down! (Only real ones around)