[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,n***a trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us
It's off the hook,n***a,I'm a Westside crook,n***a
The forty 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 everything in between
Rappers like g**nin 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,b**hes and chips,n***a!
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What's this my ?? low-grader system
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
n***a be dissin on a down low
So now my motto's: "f** every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School,Old School,I hate you motherf**ers
I'm steady plottin,cracklin my a** wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days,n***a,then run the f**in holidays
[Chorus 3x: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC]
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
n***a! To South Central L.A.!
[VERSE 2: (MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)]
Goddamn n***a!This sh** 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-a** shades
No switchblades,n***a,we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So k** the action,punk,hootchie b**hes clown
n***a 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 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 form
I'm true,your through,n***a fu*k you!
n***a get off,this sh** is wacked
f** that,I bust you in the can with a motherf**in propajack
Spit on ya,sh** on ya when I get on your pissil
You're goin up and your f**in 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 k**a 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 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 and no(body)
So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya b**h a** is speakin
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't f** with it
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
Be all surprised,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya f**in maggots,ya f**in f*ggots
I shoulda hurt 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
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-in
Till this n***a bout the name of Dove caught him slippin
Tied his a** up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his a** out
I ?? lead him then down his body stashed
In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his a**
[CHORUS]
[OUTRO: (ICE CUBE)]
Don't go chasin waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to
Punk a** motherf**ers!
Brrrrgh!