Westside Connection - Cross 'em Out And Put A 'k lyrics

[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!