[Intro: Ice Cube]
Brrrgh!
Ai! Ai!
In about four seconds, a gangsta will begin to speak
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
I been pullin 211's ever since TaDow
It's ten million ways to die, choose it
Mack will hit the loop and loose it
Off this gang-bang music
Slaughter water got the room stunk
I smoke and make dough like Trump
Cookin powder till it chunk, punk!
Straight off dust, n***a trust I'll bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
It's off the hook, n***a, I'm a Westside crook, n***a
Put 40 motherf**in dollars on my books, n***a
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to-f**in'-Z and everythang in between
Rappers like g**nin' cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't never dodging bullets
It's all about the Bloods and Crips, dogs and rips
Corners and dips, b**hes and chips, n***a!
[Verse 3: WC]
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What's this my frickeler radar system
Detects busta B-I-itches on the premises
n***as be dissin on a down low
So now my motto is "f** every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School, Old School, I hate you motherf**ers
I'm steady plottin wipin my a** with your album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Even on Sundays n***a, to motha f**ing holidays
[Hook]
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
n***a! To South Central L.A.!
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
Goddamn n***a! This sh** make me sick
All these West Coast cowards ridin New York dick(Brrgh!)
Bustas get sprayed wearin high-top fades
And Kangols backwards with dark-a** shades
No switchblades, n***a, we shoot
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So k** the action, punk, hoochie b**hes clown
n***a get your sag on and keep your pants legs down
[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
Check it! Ho shut your mouth and get naked!
I'm Connected and ain't no b**hes singin on this record
No R&B tracks, just n***as on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every n***a in the industry wanna rap with me
Like it's all good, you ain't from my hood
n***a, I don't even like your sh**, I don't like your crew
I'm true, you're through, n***a f** you!
[Verse 6: WC]
n***a get off, this sh** is wack
f** that, I bust you in the can with a motherf**in bumper jack
Spit on ya, sh** on ya, when I get on ya, piss on ya
Going up in ya, f**ing ya, cause I ain't lovin none of ya
And even female rappers are getting smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
Cos I'm a westside Connection hoodsta
Far from a lover dishing nothing but bullets and dirty rubbers
[Hook]
Brrrgh!
In about four seconds, a k**a will begin to speak
[Verse 7: Mack 10]
Now you can cross out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Ms. Muggs is like Hollywood b**hes
From the n***as I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god b**h real it ain't one dog that know you (not one)
So watch what you say, who ya talk about, you tweekin
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya b**h a** is speakin
I'm sick wit it, cap at your dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection, Cypress know they can't f** with it
[Verse 8: Ice Cube]
Use to get kisses and hugs, now I'm servin ya slugs
f** B-Real and Muggs, y'all n***as ain't no f**in thugs
T your surprise, everybody dies
From Columbian neck ties covered with flies
Ya f**in maggots, ya f**in f*ggots
I should alert you, every motherf**er that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherf**in day
[Verse 9: WC]
I once knew this b**h by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta sh**
Behind closed doors, runnin his mouth like a trick and
Til this n***a bout the name of Dub caught him slippin
Tied his a** up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth then dug his a** out
About a month later they found his body stashed
In a trash bag with a cucumber in his a**
[Hook]
[Ice Cube]
Don't go chasin waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to
Punk a** motherf**ers!
Brrrrgh!