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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
Been pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW
There's ten million ways to die
Choose a mac and hit the loop and loose it
Off this gang-*** music
Slaughter water got the room stumped
I smoke and make dough like Trump
Cookin powder till it chunks,punk!
Straight off dust,*** trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us
It's off the hook,***,I'm a Westside crook,***
Put forty *** dollars on my books,***
I'm not an MC,I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to ***-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets
It's all about the Bloods and Crips, dogs and rips
Corners and dips,*** and chips,***!
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What's this my figger? the radar system
Detects buster B-I-itches on the premises
*** be dissin on tha down low
So now my motto's:"*** every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School,Old School,I hate you ***
I'm steady plottin, wiping my *** wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
even on sundays, ***, the muthafuckin holidays
*Chorus (3x): Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC*
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
***! To South Central L.A.!
VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)
*** ***!This *** make me sick
All these West Coast cowards ridin New York ***(Brrgh!)
Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades
And kangol's backwards with dark-*** shades
No switchblades,***,we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kill the accent,punk,hootchie *** clown
*** 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 *** singin on this record
No R&B tracks,just *** on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-*** raps
Every *** in the industry wanna rap with me
Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood
***,I don't even like your ***,I don't like your crew
I'm true,you through,*** *** you!
*** get off,this *** is wack
*** that,I'll bust you in the can with a *** bumper jack
Spit on ya,*** on ya when I get on ya *** on ya goin up in ya *** ya
Cos I ain't lovin none of ya
And even the female rappers will get smacked
Stabbed in the *** and kicked in the back
Cos I'm a westside Connection hista
Far from a lover dishin nothin but bullets and dirty rubbers
CHORUS
INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE)
Brrrgh!
In about four seconds,a killa 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 ***
From the *** I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god ***,real it ain't one dogg that know you
So watch what you say,who ya talk about,your tweakin
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya *** *** is speakin
I'm sick wit it,cap atcha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't *** with it
Used to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
*** B-Real and Muggs,y'all *** ain't no *** thugs
To your surprise,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with flies
Ya *** maggots,ya *** faggots
I shoulda lurch you,every *** that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all *** day
I once knew this *** by the name of Q-Tip
Who claimed he had a problem with this gangsta ***
Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick
Until this *** by the name of Dub caught him slippin
Tied his *** up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his *** out
about a month later they found his body stashed
In a trash bag with a cucumber in his ***
CHORUS
OUTRO:(ICE CUBE)
Don't go chasin waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to
Punk *** ***!
Brrrrgh!