Mack 10 [Rap]

Yeah yeah
Get your ass and hurra
Uh Ice Cube baby
Ninety nine baby
I'm on the grind baby
All the time baby
Show me something
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
Tic tic boom
Hear me banging down
these back streets
Bumpin Blackstreet
fiending like an athlete
Life ain't a track meet no
It's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery
that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbing till the day we die
Nigga ask the bartender
if you think we lie
But if you think we high
nigga think again
Cause when it's sink or swim
You got to think to win
And if I drink this here
Everybody will know it
Cause I ain't going for it
So pray to the Lord that
I don't pull out
Cuss out and bust out
Go to nigga raveling
Make the clip traveling uh
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While I pronounce this shit
Baby bounce them tits
Mama move them hips
Baby shake them cheeks
I got dick for days
You got ass for weeks yeah yeah
Don't stop get it get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon do it gon do it
Gon do it do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
Now all I wanna do is have fun
with my loved ones
The thug ones
relatives and my cousins
And I got em by the dozen
When they buzzin quick to say
fuck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones
who ain't got no date
But when we hit checkmate
with Ice Cube the great
As soon as I get a word
we can rush the safe
Fuck them license plates
because life is great
It don't matter
if you're rich and your
folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that
underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say
we ain't the shit
Don't stop get it get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon do it gon do it
Gon do it do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
I do hard core rhyming
hard time grinding
With will I pimp hoes
Other niggas wine and dine them
Gotta love this pup shit
Passing the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit
OG lyrical blood shit
I don't rent I buy shit
Niggas jealous of my shit
You unaware of this young
nigga getting all the fly shit
While you're rooting and recruiting
Nigga 68 whooping I was
in the hood shooting cause
I had the wife whooping
I come from padres gold in
oversized jars
I past up strife and got star awards
No time for playa hating
Mack paper chasing
Came out the substation
to the hip hop nation
The mo hits the mo bigga
with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status
of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first asshole to show
I can hit it I keep pushing
don't quit it
Don't stop till I get it
Don't stop get it get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon do it gon do it
Gon do it do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Don't stop get it get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon do it gon do it
Gon do it do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your ass into it
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is
close to fornication
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is
close to fornication
Yeah uh huh Ice Cube
Westside Connection
Know how we do
We puttin it down constantly
constantly
Get your ass up and hurra

(feat. The Comrades)

1 - [Comrades]
This is for my thugs
Quick to throw slugs
Never was, push and shove
Gang bangin' drug dealers
Hoo-bangin' mug {niggaz
Penitentiary love {niggaz

Repeat 1

[Mack 10]
I was raised Q-S'ing, shootin' through your vest and
Quick to redrum and hit water when I'm stressing
Was set, and if I don't, they know who done it
Cuz out of bound {niggaz, they get killed on the 400
Killa ki's off blood, no debatin' or contemplatin'
I got a stock 64 that's waitin' on these Dayton's
So trip if ya wanna, catch ya slippin', you'se a goner
And respect the street signs next time you're bankin' corners

[Comrades]
Do what I say once, don't make me say it twice
Just give me what I want and everything'll be alright
I'm gettin' it while the gettin' is good
And if you was in my shoes, I know that you would
I got expensive habits, I'm buyin' bud by the pound
Since dub S-C D, everybody wanna be down
We hoo-bangin' on the white and the blue collars
We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars

Woo woo, blue flag tied on my face
In a twin turbo Porche with a glock in my waste
Woo woo, if it's a problem we gon' squeeze 'til empty
We used to flip it on T, but now we flip it on ?
Woo woo, ain't no {nigga harder than me
Hit the yard harder than me, got the yay harder than me
Woo woo, thug {niggaz rule the earth
We on The Source in Dickies throwin' up the turf

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

[Mack 10]
I know how to do things one way, and that's illegal
Pullin' two ? and murders out a primed gray Regal
I was taught to get in and out, do what I do fast
Sigh, call up that {bitch dog, and hit rub on they ass
Next week I'm in Vegas like Dan Tanna, and I
Wipe my finger prints off with my bandana
Make sure it's all clean, then fled the scene
I keep it cold blooded, mean
And do it all for the green

[Comrades]
?? system, mine's control
Pockets on swole and I'm fresh off parole
It ain't no limit to my mashin'
I got weed, caviar, and money in my stash
And laughin', blastin' wit my foot on the gas
And movin' fast and it's all about the cash
And havin' cheddar, with that 23rd letter
Nobody do it better, you know better, you do better {nigga

Get around in the penitentiary
Born in, drinkin' Hennessy (cousin)
But he no kin to me (cousin)
But he friend to me
Down since elementary, with {niggaz with tattoos
Kidnapped moves and jack moves, crack rules
In the urban area, servin' crackers with ready rock
Bassheads plague in every spot cuz it's very hot
In the ghetto, we're wetter, we're rockin' Karate like Mister Miaki
Afford Gionni Versace, and wide bodies with the V's on 'em
Chromes with G's on 'em, she's on the left cuz he's on 'em
Some say that I'm loc'd and I'm wild
Because I made my bread with coke and a smile
I ain't loc'd in a while
I'm hittin' corners in heels and caronas
Squeezin' lime inside of Carona's with Ramona from Arizona
And I'm smokin' on a ??, paid in the worst way
Real {niggaz spill a little liquor to the dirt man

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

(feat. Cash $ Millionaires)

[Verse 1: Baby]
Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six
But I'm the bird man nigga, need to score some shit
I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders
and bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Lil' Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods
She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood
The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin
And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin
Just bought a new six with bra-less kit
Put me on the floor two nines in my hip
The reason the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship
Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit
Got a old and young bitch that'll take that trick
Hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip
Gave my nigga ???? car go break them bricks
Go flood that magnoila cause I want that bitch
KC take this glock, make will of the spot
Tanto, Tito and Wap ya'll hug the block
And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked
And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop


[Hook: Juvenile & Lil' Wayne]
[Juve]
You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty
You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and serve it
And I keep it real, and I play the field
And I know when to deal, and I know when to kill

[Wayne]
And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds
And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums
You could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles
You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer

[Verse 2: Turk]
Look Nigga know that I got that work
So he plottin' and watchin' try to see when I'm gone
So he could break in my housin
I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im think I'm out of town
I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round
I'll be there pick me up from the port
On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm goin to score
Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a
bag
half a gram for 100
This nigga just don't know
I'm on top of my game
Should have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine
That I'ma get that nigga Turk
So I got to bust his brains
Cause if I let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again
So I gotta handle that mind
get rid of the bitch quick
Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt
Jack who, take what, from who, not me
Get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streets

Hook

[Verse 3: Mack 10]
From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin'
Sherm smokin, crack, sellin'
Blood and Cripp walkin
Mack One-0's the name nigga
Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and West Side
Who Bang is the game nigga
Recognize a G in me, off top we wig-splitters
Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' niggas check it
I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me
And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me
I fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks
Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price
And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice
I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with them south niggas
U know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas
Mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung related
I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided
From the feet up G'd up is my everyday behavior
A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor's
The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night
Mack is to much of a rider
I could never be a sucker
I'ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker

Hook

[Ice Cube - talking]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation

[Nate Dogg]
Na na na na na na na na (Westside)
Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh)
Na na na na na na na na (what what)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na

[Chorus]
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck

[W.C.]
Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this
From the concrete when they chalkin' like this
And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back
Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that
It's a dub ass C thang dub C brain
And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains
I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd
It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal

[Mack 10]
Evacuate the building look here come a plane
No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang
And bump what you plain homey this who bang
With enough game to drive a swear broad insane
And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners
It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners
And Mack need a? in a H2 Hummer
Lookin hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go

[Chorus]
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck

[Ice Cube]
What the hell is Ice Cube talkin about
That's how you get these here parked in you mouth
Westside ride trick, the same old spit
I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit
I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashante
Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh)
You kinda but I'm with so my Andre got to be bomb rate

[W.C.]

Have you seen us, naw
Haters can't see us
Connect Gang we the G'est nigga
Countless calls and countless charges
Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban cigars
Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters
With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is
And to my G's incarcerated and on probation
I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation nigga

[Chorus]

Mack 10]
It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G
And the whole world influence by the b in the sea
Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me
Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry
And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlas and gluckas
Bangin for the hood causin havic and ruckus
You fools actin label kissin up like suckas
And your trick solder down when you pee lil bustas

[Ice Cube]
One thing I do know I ain't the uno
Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know)
I'd like to thank the congregation
In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation
I'm hard on them, yeah I'm ruthless
You like a stress sac, boy you useless
You know the side trick, better get up on it
Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin on it

[Mack 10]
Look check this out man
We got a Gangsta Nation goin down over here
So ya'll might as well bow down
And join this Westside thang man
Cause once you get with this
Partna you as G as can be
Believe that homeboy
It's like that
Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey
It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit

[Nate Dogg + (Ice Cube)]
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck

Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
(Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na

*Phone Ringing*
Yeah

[AllFrumThai]
It go M A C to the K one to the O
Bitches scream ho
Hoo bangin with nothin but the cavi
Stepin out the smog like a hog with my family
Squeak, Ru and Mack dime on the fade
Been lacen up our stars and stealin cars Since the 8th grade,
quick to pull your lid
You can call us Butch Cassady and the Sundance Kid
Mack the Inglewood maniac, whos got the biggest sack
Niggas that get large get put on contract,
and thats a fact He's all about big bucks
when he's saggin with his motherfuckin khakis and chucks
Chicken hawkin, swoop down low my nigga stalkin
AllFrumTha i When we mob we ain't talkin
Binky, Mack once again it's on foe life
Presence is felt, before we takin yo life

Chorus
Mack 10, Mack 10, cant you understand
Mack 10, Mack 10, Bitch I'm the motherfuckin man
Mack 10, Mack 10, cant you understand
Mack 10, Mack 10, Bitch I'm the motherfuckin man

[Comrads]
Hey Comrad, we keep pushin this crack
Niggas gettin washed up, and we can't have that
Niggas makin all these snaps with these wack ass raps
So we went to Inglewood when we finished our sack
It was back in January or was it Febuary
I have to do some time, Mack Dime told me not to worry
The scene was kinda scary he sent me commisary
I did my time and touched down with a flurry
Told me not to worry, signed a deal in a hurry
No more slangin dope to those niggas in Missouri
Bagets on our jewlry, futures no longer blurry
And if you see a bitch with us fo sho she's temporary
And you know we got it like that
Rolexed out the game spotin croca sacks
Nigga thats what you get when you fucks with me
The Comrads and Mack D.I.M.E.

Chorus

[Mack 10]
I can leap tall buildings twist on them thangs
I made nothing but the Cavi hits an Hoo Banged
I set traps to make snaps from coast to coast
And now im up to seven figures and I'm doin the most
I watch niggas cause they shady, I pack a lil 380
Look out for my peoples everything is all gravy
Is Mack a cool nigga? Yeap, i guess, maybe
Bought a bubble eyes benz for my bitch and my baby
Always talk about the hood, cause they say that I'm a bragger
and if yous aint a true blue, then yous a red dager
If your girl want a thug then you know that I'm a tag her
But if she set me up then imma have to body bag her
lay the back down on the Chevy so the ass is a dragger
If a bitch is at the house while im jackin Imma gag her
Wear my clothes like a banger, so of course Imma sagger
Plus a young nigga rollin' more stones than Mick Jagger

Chorus

Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise
Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes
It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee
It's nine-seven now and I'ma stay sucka free
Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars
as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars
And everthang is straight I'm in the full zone
Gettin paper every day, it's all I'm trippin on
Cause ain't nothin like a ride in Californ-ia
with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day
It's one-oh, fo'-sho',
and I'm clownin all the rookies
With a pocket full of cookies
and mashin to the backyard boogie

Get yo' boogie on
And then we comin wit that

Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(it's the backyard boogie)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie

Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky
Representin where you from cause it's West till I die
Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth
been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf
So I bails in the party, everythang is cool
It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school
And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues
Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews
Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose
It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce
I'm even kickin back, and I'm usually chicken hawkin
The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are C walkin
Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd's gettin bigger
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga
And it's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin
Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin

(Unh, straight from Inglewood,
and you know that it's all good
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday And we comin with that)

Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look
ain't nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook
And everybody left with the whole hustla bang
and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang
You choose or you lose while you conversatin
enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin
I want homegirl over there in red
cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said
When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro
Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe
But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key
Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me
(Get yo' boogie on, yeah
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause
Get yo' backyard boogie on)

Straight from Inglewood,
and you know that it's all good
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
Mackness, mackness, unh!
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause
Get yo' backyard boogie on
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Mack 10 ain't no motherfucker rookie
Backyard boogie oogie oofie

E 40 talking: Mack OneDime excuse me playboy
aiight check this out aiight nigga check this out
we crimeys right that mean you my pa'tner in crime
like that check this out let's let 'em know summin'
you know niggas should've been plugged up
from L.A. to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out!

Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta
thank my math teacher Count Dracula
for just teachin' a brother to you know
count his marbles you know
What about you?

Verse 1 (Mack)
You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch
and a house on the hill
365 7days I believe crack pays
my estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
don't mean he went Hollywood
Dog I practice my craft
so each year I get better
to stay ghetto and clever
but be richer than ever

(E-40) Fonzerelli man I thought you was a rebel
I am but tell me this then
why you move up out the ghetto (the ghetto)
Mothafucka I am the ghetto
I beg yo pardon
Nigga I was grindin' tryin to take off niggas heads
flossin'

Hey Squeak (What's up nigga)
hey hey loan a nigga a thousand
( A thousand? Nigga I ain't got no thousand.)
(We can go get a thousand) We can go get a thousand?
(Yeah we can go get a thousand.) We goin' to go get a
thousand then. (fuck around and get two or three)
We goin' to get it.

Chorus
I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it (Well let's get into it)
(Nigga we on the grind)<saaayy whaaat>
Well tonight is mine (and tonight is mine)

Verse 1
Big body Benzes Daytonas and rag 'Rarris
killa Cali is the state and it's wild as the safari
We hustle cook keys claim B's and C's
and we attack like Pit Bulls and Rottweiller pedigrees
With a Tech this Connect nigga what you expect
Dub SCG tatooed on my neck
as I parlay you do what you do I do what the dollar say
I'm a street nigga punk my pistol smoke like Doc Holiday
and I sell everythang homie now tell me what you want
you got to have this caviar fool so don't say you don't
Illegal or legit hit after hit I keep ya head bobbin'
in all black like Batman give it to me or I'm robbin'
Now what you gone do hand over the goods or do I take 'em
now do you keep little busta niggas in ya camp
or do ya shake 'em
It's Mack 10 once again in ya ear like a diamond
and while the street lights is shinin'
all through the night I keep grindin'

Chorus (2X)

Verse 2
Back the fuck up 'foe I act the fuck up (back the fuck up nigga)
keep makin' big heads 'til they stack the fuck up (ha ha haa)
I need major scrill that's real it don't stop until then
now watch this OG ghetto survillian check a million
Quick fast got to have it man so I use muscle
straight timin' dedication dog and all about hustle
I hit ya like boom bam don't ya know who I am
I got this shit by the bird half O-Z or the gram
But never ever let a nigga owe you that don't know you
and don't trust no fuckin' bitch but get one that's down foe you
Late night to early morn' it's on in the war zone
man life's a gamble dog if you crap out you gone

Chorus (2X)

Squeak Ru Talking: Yeah once again the undefeated dub SCG,
<WESTSIIDE>Mack 10, Squeak Ru slappin' you bitch niggas
on the ass for being the busters you present yourself to be.<That's right>

Chorus (2X

Before sold out shows rocked and hoes jocked
it was all about the 'hood and that Foe Hundred block
A few scraps as a puppy dog
you had to be down
to roam that infamous neighborhood
where niggas wore the crown
It was on every morning from Manchester to Century
BG's walkin' in packs to elementary
afterschool some had 'hood patrol
and watched deals on the corner
while others had skills and hittin' drills in Pop Warner
The unforgettable good old days how it used to be
'foe niggas made the transition from a jock to a G
now the streets is nice but the police is thick
'cause niggas sick and mo' murders
committed than a horror flick
but whatever happen rappin' or not
it's the same for me
it's still I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E.
so...

Chorus
Hey hey heyy
What you got to say
Inglewooooood
Inglewood Swangin'

Verse 2
The city's full of cheddar like a cheese pizza
known for senoritas and Inglewood Familias
The landmarks in the 'hood is legendary
the fabulous Forum, the Court and the Library
The city hall is scandalous to the average tax payer
so the town done fucked around and voted me the mayor
had G's that put they life on the line and some died
but thanks to this rap we on the map worldwide
And as far as race go we probably even these days
about 50% black and the rest is esays
so we spin and we win up and down Market St.
Bitch I'm a million dollar nigga and still shop the Swapmeet
what I'm in right now probably ain't worth a hundred bucks
a beany T-shirt khakis and a fresh pair of Chucks
That's a real nigga foe you that's me so don't knock it
I got everything I need plus money in my pocket
So...
-acap

What's up dog?
What you need nigga?
Aw shit one time!

It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dopeman please can I have another hit
The Dopeman said cluck i don't give shit
If you girl kneel down, and suck my dick
Gave a nigga head, and homie tried to choke her
but he didnt care, cause she aint nothing but a smoker
Thats the way it go, thats the name of the game
Young niggas gettin over by slangin caine
Lex around my wrist in 18K heaven
Bitches clockin on my dick twenty four seven
Plus I'm makin' money, keepin baseheads waitin
Roll the six four with all gold Daytons
Live in Inglewood, California, CA.
This oozy up your ass if i dont get paid
Niggas beggin for credit, I'm knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on the first and fifteenth
Big wad a money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo you wanna whole chicken, Mack 10 got plenty
To be a dopeman, boy you must qualify
Dont get high off your own supply
From a Key to a G, Its all about money
Ten piece for a ten, base pipe come free
If people out there not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin money for crack
Hes the..

Chorus
Dopeman, Dopeman (Mack front me a sack)
Dopeman, Dopeman (I'll get ya back)
Dopeman, Dopeman (tryna stack me a grip)
Dopeman, Dopeman (Man fuck that shit)

You need a nigga with money, so you get a Dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get with her
Got a black eye, Cause the Dopeman hit her
Let that slide, and you pay it no mine
Find that hes slappin you all the time
But thats okay, cause hes so rich
And you ain't nothing but the Dopeman's bitch
Do what he say, and you keep your mouth shut
Talkin' that drag might get ya fucked up
You sit and cry, If the Dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck, he got two just like you
There's another girl in the Dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch, but far from a wife
She call a Strawberry, and everyone knows....
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two, give a bitch a rock
She fuck the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the Dopeman's dick
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around, she'll give you Ghonorea
If people out there, not hip to the fact
Strawberry is a girl, sellin pussy for crack
to the..

Chorus
Dopeman, Dopeman (From a ounce to a key)
Dopeman, Dopeman (Tryna get this chesse)
Dopeman, Dopeman (Cluckers riding my dick)
Dopeman, Dopeman (Man fuck that shit)

If you smoke caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Know around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doing that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees searchin for a piece of rock
Fienin for a hit, and you lookin for more
Done stole a Alpine out of Wavy six four
Smokin like a train, man I wouldn't want to be you
Done took from the homies, betta run, when i see you
Ballin everyday, doing more drug deals
Rollin' round town, on the twenty inch wheels
If people out there, not hip to the fact
if you see Mack 10, you can ask me for crack
I'm the...

Chorus
Dopeman, Dopeman (Yeah thats me)
Dopeman, Dopeman (From a ounce to a key)
Dopeman, Dopeman (Yo fuck that shit, who am I)
The Dopeman

[Squeak]
Mack 10, nigga, you must be slick
Put Squeak on the team, now he stackin chips
Good lookin out, for showin love
Now I got bitches on my dick cause im flossin dubs

When ever you short and times get hard
Plant indo seeds and watch em sprout in yo yard
And if dope money ain't good well how come it spends
I give a fuck dolla please or yens ends is ends
It ain't hard to tell thanks to my clientele
What you call the root of evil
Got a nigga livin' swell
I keep the spot rollin'
Unless I can't up in a raid
But until then fuck it my green thumb keep me paid
Nigga what you want? What you need?
I got plenty pound zone half of zone dime or a twenty
Bullshit walks money talks
It's all about the dough
Don't be mad at me foe hustlin'
That's all a nigga know

Chorus:
(Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(Mista Dopeman don't make me beg on my knees)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed

I got the streets sewed up, from yo hood to my block
I cook powder cocaine and serve it when it rock
I done came up dog, I got a big body coupe
Cause I take my caviar and I scretch it with woop
Ballin' beyond and above from a key to a dove
Nigga get yo work from me cause I give the hommie love
On tripple beam skales you name it I sells
I got the baddest bitches plus the bombay jewels
And if it ever get short it won't take long to pop back
Doin' about a buck fifteen up the coast with my top back
I got a show to do, the kitchen is my stage
And since I'm headed O.T.
Pick me on my sky page

Chorus

Smoke until you fry, you say depression is yo alibi
Water get you so high niggas think they can fly
I got a bombay batch of that shit, makin' a meant
Leave you crazy kinda bent with super natural strengh
So I keep the tech ready do blast c

[Ice Cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)

Chorus:

Only in California
Where niggaz pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)
Only in California (California)
Where niggaz pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)

Ice Cube the mutherfuckin don
Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. Tha Doggfather
Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk
Gangstas with rules
Cause youse the niggaz with no rules
ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose

Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the baracuda
I negotiate Mack is the shooter
You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney
We break breads with accountants and attorneys
Currency never worry me (never)
Who's got the balls to murder me
Degree higher than a 33
Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)
Never tell em what you thinkin
Never tell em where the body stankin
Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, bankin Franklin what you thankin
Hope your man come with the ransom
Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome
If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him

Chorus

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Them westcoast niggaz is real set trippas
WWill get you for them zippas, on a quest for them chippas
Slidin while we ridin, not even hittin switches
Hangin at the high school gettin at them young bitches
I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)
where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out
Hangin at my grandmama house, homie burnt out
What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun
So I put him on a move that I know about
Hooked him with a homegirl from the South (good lookin out)
Money made, plug a playa in the game
Especially when he represent the same thing I claim
Damn they don't make niggaz like they used to
That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)
Cause everybody wanna be a star
in the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar

Chorus

[Mack 10]
What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)
Well known ridas from different sides of the West
Got the hi-zoes lickin up so hard we stickin up niggaz
Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up
Nigga please we ain't trippin off C's and B's
It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's
For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab
always cappin, Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin
Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)
So peep game If you could
Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood
Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise
Two well known enemies now becoming allies
In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way
Some wear red and black and some sport blue and grey
So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang
So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang

Chorus

[Ice Cube]
There we have it, Ice motherfuckin Cube
The big fish, rollin with the atomic dog
Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader
Mack motherfuckin 10, coming back once again
Nigga we make and spend nigga

and my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom

Squeak Ru:

You know sometimes life is a trip
it can make you do mysterious thangs.
And sometimes life is a bitch
how do you deal with the pain?
Niggas rather smile in my face
stick a knife in my mothafuckin' back
than to see my family doin' well
and my pockets steady gettin' fat.
Since the age of 14 you know
I been representin' my neighborhood.
G'd up every goddamned day
puttin' it down foe the city of Inglewood.
And I ain't asked nobody for shit
ain't nobody had to front me no sack
everything I got I did it by myself
and that's a mothafuckin' fact.
But why when I'm doin my own thang
and why when I'm on my own grind
niggas wanna turn they back
and act like Squeak done switched sides.
And even though I got niggas that I love
and niggas that I know is real.
I still got them niggas that I wanna
take my pistol and stick it to they fuckin' grill.
But have you ever been down wit the homies
because you thought the homies was true?
Or have you ever been down wit the homies
and found out the homies ain't down with you?
Huh, player haters suck my dick!!

Chorus

We got bitches on the left, Niggas on the right
Bitches wanna fuck, Niggas wanna fight
Do what you gotta do, Nigga keep it tight
But make um understand Its Westside foe Life

X rated Americans most faded, Bitch plated niggas in the industry
Got it in for me, but i kick back nigga life is short,
And you don't wanna get put on life support
We wake up early,you aint worthy and got the killas on deck
So the rappers ain't got to get they hands dirty
You wanna battle, hand a bitch the mic
you wanna squab, Im too rich to fight
Niggas get him git him, where it hurts to his head squirts puss
Infamous when you aint kin to us
Abuse with Crips and Bloods, on the loose
Killa Cali all we need is an excuse

Chorus

Just remember you niggas that want me to timber
I'm in my swimming pool, in the middle of December
Foe every motherfucka that wanna kill a vet
make sure he see a silloutte foe his pillows wet
Its the motherfuckin crack king westside nigga lookin mean
so pass the vaseline
hit the supa green shott the M1 carbeam
It yellow tape on the scene, so join my team
It looks like you need protection, From the Westside Connection
Punk the world aint yours cause motherfuckas like you do chores

Chorus

Ya'll punk niggas don't got a choice
Yo bitch hear my voice pussy get moist
Bitches in the beauty shop, talkin bullshit
Lyin on which rich nigga done hit
How many dicks did you have stuck in you
The topic is always whose fuckin who
Nappy hair hoes with earrings in they nose
Always seem to fuck the rich bros
A word to your females consumer
You given all the playas tumors
With your hood rat rumors
Just because you gettin your hair cut
Dont you got to spill yo guts
and lie on my nuts

Chorus

Newscaster: In the news tonight rap star Mack 10 releases his second
solo album titled "Based On A True Story," and according to reliable
sources Ha, he laughs in the face of the sophomore jinx. After the
release of Westside Connection and Mack's new record, gangster rap
seems to be at an all time high.

Verse 1
Either the thrill of victory or the agony of defeat
you either got ends or struggle to make ends meet
You can either turn square or keep the mind of a rebel
some uppity livin' good some faced with death in the ghetto
I'm a product of the streets so I vow to never slip
so I trust no one and keep a P. Coltrane on my hip
I always paid attention while my O.G's was teachin'
Rule number one if it's on blast the first nigga reachin'
either death or the pen' shit I had to do better
It was a must I moved on and now I'm all about cheddar
a young entrepreneur I rather slang than bang
now girls be like you go Mack 10 baby do yo thang
So I continue to get down and I keep writin' rhymes
and I parlay every dollar to flip at least a hundred times
So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory
and everything I recite's Based On A True Story

Chorus ("Story" sung in background throughout)
You can feel nigga
It's based on a true story
You know it's real nigga
Based on a true story

Verse 2
The year 1986 is when it all started
now eleven years later we still rough and cold hearted
and as the saga continues I ride the wave like a Sea Doo
not to knock hip hop but gangsta rap is what we do
Niggas on they first album
already sold a mil'
So before you knock our style
at least admit that it's real
It's all sex drugs and violence
so you pretend you ain't checkin'
You mean to tell me people
really ain't dyin' every second
Now y'all made the rules
niggas can say what they choose
So if you gone ban Gangsta rap
then you got to ban the news
That means no weather report
no Waco and the bad reverand
No channel 4 channel 7 and no film at eleven
With no high school diplomas we became millionaires
media mad 'cause we winning and we really playin' fair
So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory
and everything I recite's Based On A True Story

Chorus

Verse 3
I crumble green on a magazine
ready to roll a joint
damn in this billboard
I'm number one with a hollow point
It was a rough road ahead
but for my kids I gotta pave it
so I twist one shake the weed out
close the book up and save it
'Cause my son li'l Mack
might grow up and have a crew
and he can show all his homies
this what my daddy used to do
See I was raised around gangstas
and grindas since a youth
so the shit I rap abouts like 99% truth
With dedicated fans from bebe kids
to bambinos and niggas that's CEO's
before they reach they three O's
Maneuver through the corporate world
makin' moves to take ours
Rolling big German luxury and Italian sports cars
so watch what you do 'cause you know we playa hated
and everytime it's a homicide they call it gang related
So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory
and everything I recite's Based On A True Story

Chorus (2X)

Too $hort talking: Say Mack baby, it's yo pa'tna $hort dog man.
You know I got yo back boy. You know a nigga like me I just left
the Ferrarri dealer man. I ain't go lie I know you ridin' rims.
But the problem is, it's a lot of mothafuckas out there that think we
rappers man. That think we just sit at home and make this up at
our momma's house. I hate to tell y'all man some of us are real playas
real ballers biitch.

Verse 1

Mack 10 nutty as they come
leave 'em face down
and numb from the waist down
It's a Sunday a gun day
rollin' down a one way
in my 'lac front and back
over train tracks
On yak and herb nigga swerve
it get's on my nerves
banked my Danas on the curb
In the gutta lane
I'm butta man
Foot to the flo'
what you want from the sto'
I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single
comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle
Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her
but niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker
Fool I'ma vet you can bet
that I can dance underwater and not get wet
It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap
everybody run when I bust a cap
puttin' Inglewood up on the map
look at what I do when I pull my strap
Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown
bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down

Chorus

Foe life foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
(Repeat)

Verse 2

Khacki suit ski mask is my attire
with my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire
Fool where ya keep the rims and tires
'fo yo' life expires I'm as nutty as Michael Myers
Didn't think about the Rottweiler
a lot of stiches in the ass
blood in the Impala
Sittin' in the County with a gold record
Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked
caught with a contraband in my hand
Mack 10 take the stand
your Honor I'ma changed man
so please let me go so I can flow
Got a show had to ask my P.O. can I go
and if he say no I'ma have to say
bitch get out the car slow
and leave ya fuckin' dough
'cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world
let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl

Chorus

Verse 3

Call 911 there's a son of a bitch on the roof
yarned up in his birthday suit
(Mack 10 to the rescue)
my momma wanna know why I do what I do
'cause I'm superman superbad supermad superfly
fool you can die
There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
and I'm at home sewing stripes on
Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway
'bout to buck you down with this throw away
with no serial number it's the summer
where niggas die
It's hotter than July
You better stay low fo' you get a halo
plus wings and a gown when I come around
So take 10 paces
and try to guess the color of my shoelaces

Chorus with ad libs 'til end

On a high speed chase they recognize my plates
Wanted for a 187 in three states
Got my glock cock mind is ill mental
Blastin' at one time through my back window shit
Sick individual murder was my ritual
Mashin' in a hard top four all original
Bout a dozen of cops all behind me
Mad as fuck cause Ice Cube is my crimey
Like a missile launch led from my pistol
Jumpin' hills like the streets of San Francisco
Hard tryin' to stump him, reload my dumper
Hit the ground, lost my hubcaps and my back bumper
A hundred and ten, Westbound on the freeway
Bo guardin' traffic cause I do shit the G way
Hard to survive, lit up a 45
No alive instead Mack 10 wanted dead

And it's on, stick to the fire, loop get me high
Drop the four in low, as I smoke the back tires
Peddle to the floor in a bucket low low
One time trailin', hittin' corners, fish tailin'
I continue to cap as the gap starts to pull again
Mashin' through Fullerton, a all points bulletin
Wigs get pilled, nigga, runnin' from the kill
Bugs flyin' into my grill and windshield
Never see trial, say fck tryin' to stretch me
Mack 10 a fuckin' dead man if they catch me
Stompin' through red lights, no headlights on my vehicle
5150 is my penal code
I empty the clips when I carry'em, aimin' to bury'em
Nigga fresh out the sanitarium
LAPD tryin' to blow off my beanie
Want the whole world to see me
Put my face on TV, for real

Fuck this shit, if they catch me I'ma goner
Runnin' for my life, I continue to hit corners
With my heat, 50 rounds deep
Nigga, goin' down, holdin' trial in the street, fuck it
If it's on like that
It's about who's nuts is fat
And who's straightest with they gat, for real
That's how it be, livin' like a G
It's better them than me facin' strike number three
Heel no, I can't fuck with the lock down
Mack 10'll grab the Mack 10
And set the glock down and I'm runnin'
Freeze was my order, cappin' at they ass
As I hit the border and I'm gone

When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it
It's my Afrikan express I don't leave home without it
Summertime just ain't known for the weather
It's hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together
13 to 14 7's can't miss
But on some shit you got to let 15-8's twist
Chevy trucks and 'em
El Caminos anybody want Danas i got them for eight ??????
All day long
Gold or all chrome it's on
You out to get 'em cause the tires come with 'em
but they ain't for busters only hogs roll D's
So keep yo' stocks on if you can't fade these
Thousand in my pocket, yayo I rock it
Keep my lond clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down
Make the bumper drag the ground on the 'Shaw
Every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs

Get the hammer
Be sure that yo strap ain't a jammer and as long
As ain't nuthin' wrong then beat I'm on
As I watch for the lick i got the switch to make me hit
Front back side to side and three wheel shit
Won't hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce
But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose
It don't stop for Mack, it's the same ol' same ol'
Danas gold as I lay low, twisting like a tornado
in that surplus gear like the G of the year
Fuck the hour, it's all about the money and the power
Ain't about set trippin' no bloodin' no crippin'
Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches
As I'm rollin' out of control and smoking humps
Crank up the bumptie bumps 4 gates and square
Dumps so I bang it, make the 20's slide when I swang it
Lick it once lick it twice as nice
when I hang it on them thangs

D's I'm on 'em
Killas

Quielty I stalk niggas call me the Chicken Hawk
Approach with my gun in a 2 one one
As I sickum lay my victum may I lickum
All action stop nobody move no pop
As I reck shop red alert make yo blood squirt
When I work in the brownies and the high top chucks to do dirt
Keep it sound put it down my way
Protected by an A.K. as I search for my pray
Through the geto hit the peddle every corner I'm torning
Look for the money the kilos and the gallons of shermin nigga
Till we meet I stash my heat
Neet in my baggage do damage nasty as a savage
Lookin for the cabbage
Its own 20 grand I spot a bird in hand
As I spread my wing spand I swoop ready to land
Gotta get heem hit the spot grab the sack
And I shake it blessed with the game
To make it bus its easier to take it, nigga

[Ice Cube]
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
"Don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker"

[Mack 10]
On a late night creep the hawk sours on a mission
Mashin' through the hood nerd this nigga had the chickens
36 zones in each sack to be exact
Got 50 G's or more in street value worth of crack
As he put it down out of control with the cavey
Got Benzos on the grass twistin front and back cadeys
Capacino sted of coffe moet
No more rossie rolex diamonds all glossy
Glossy Mr. Flossy sewed up the block keys to double up rock
I gotta lick heem nigga want know heen when I get heem me
Shoot strate never hesitate fools cooperate
Or I dag un tagum body bagum with my magnum
Heat in yo chest how we do it in the west
I gaffle up yo dope and fly back to my nest
I stalk hit up in chalk all over the sidewalk
Its Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk

Interlude:
[Man] Allo
[Mack 10]
Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the ??? you got
And put on ??? behind the ??? or I kill this motherfucker
[Girl] Fuck this nigga don't give any shit
[Mack 10] Bitch shut the fuck up right now

[Mack 10]
On a midnight flight the hawk glides through the breeze
Pull my wings at eaze as I lands in the palm trees
Overlook my lick set my scope like a sniper
Hawk the bitch piper be alarmed foe the type a fool
That ah hoo ride when he doo ride
I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard nots, nigga
A gaffle dick is all I ever gave a hoe
Where peneltons not a cape so I can't save a hoe
Mack 10 just stepped off the planet of the apes
Foe the money and dope I never rapes I duck tapes
Bitches I mackum down flagum down they pull over
Fill lucky as a fowe leaf clover in a Range Rover
They never know its the hawk his self
My eyes reder than red with St. Ides on my breff
I draw down all this licken got me nervous so I'm twitchen
Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens

[Ice Cube]
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
Foe life

*Ring*
[Man] Allo?
[Mack 10]
Oh I see you Mr. Funny-man
Aw motherfuckin'
Yeah you're the kind of nigga that ??? with your bitch
Well listen to this motherfucker
Aaaaahhhhhhaaaaa
*Gun shots*
*Clik-clak*
*Hang up

Hey, hey, hey, baby, check it out
I'm K-Dee an' that's my nigga, Mack 10 over there
Now he gotta be cooler than the nigga that you sittin' with
So pump yo' brakes 'cause here comes the G, Foe Life
That's right, uh, what the fuck you smilin' at? Right

It's that nigga, Westside swingin'
Heat, I'm bringin' like I'm bangin', slangin', khakis hangin'
Took the script an' I'm flippin' it, got bustas straight trippin' it
Never thought Mack 10'll be the new nigga rippin' shit

Real G style on a funky freestyle
Solo flow, show with my bitch an' my lolo
Gettin' my floss on as I slide my locs on
Hit the corna', bitch, hold on, Danas is what I roll on

So watch yo' step, quiet, it's kept on the leak
I blast, I don't stick the different nigga in the click
As I kick rhymes, niggas pick mines from the stack
Threw the roof on the sack, then cut the 'lac front an' back

On all gold, hundred spoke D's when I skis
Nigga, please, wannabe G's don't wanna see these
Straight from killa Cali, it's like the Valley of Death
Of who's left, I'll be a G 'til my very last breath

Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's

Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's

Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride
Feelin' high as I ride from the West to the Eastside
On them switches, went from rags to riches
All snitches must die, I can't lie, I like them hoochie bitches

Though I know that a hoe is a gamble
Scandal hard to handle them dookie braids an' sandals
That's how I like it, hike it, touchdown, then spike it
Then pipe it so tough, they can't gripe it, right

So if it's on from uh, dusk 'til dawn
Keep it crackin', stay packin' as long as niggas jackin'
Mackin' like Goldie, bumpin' nothin' but oldies
Reminiscin', tilt the 40's when I vibe the dead homies

Yeah, I wanna say what's up to all my deceased homeboys
From the West an' Eastside, didn't make it to see this rap
Oh yeah, it's still Mack 10, Foe Life
Puttin' it down like this here

Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's

Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's

Down for the dirt, I sport khakis and a white t-shirt
Slangin' work, got the big birdies that don't chirp
I came up from a crawler, now my stack is taller
Big baller, shot caller, movin' shit like a U Hauler

So now it's on like that an' I'm rollin'
Controllin' the 'hood, guns about a boat swollen
Back arms tatted, so tweed can get gatted
Cavi, water, weed or speed, what you need? 'Cause I have it

So come through, run through an' uhh, smell the vapors
Won't be no set trip if it's all about paper
Down with the Lynch Mob, I can't go wrong
Well known an' it's on bankin' corners in my Brougham

Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's

Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's

Mack 10, Westside, Foe Life an' we out

Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna
Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin out of 64's
When it comes to the gun play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

(Ice cube)
It's the dog breathen through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense
Hip Hop started in the west
Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest

(W.C)
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's Vagina
Finda notha crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga

(Mack 10)
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the L.A. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a ratle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherfuckin battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumpin'
They know a nigga dumpin'
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that i'll berry ya

(Ice Cube)
Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo feet
Clear thewhole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from "Westside"

(W.C.)
Fuck all you niggas I'm yellin'
This is maad circle to the fullest everybody 187um
Toons play the piano fuck a battle
I'm socking rappers like mad man Sontiago
'Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red records
So nigga fuck what you tellin' me
Sit down Jr. you couldn't see me if you wanted to
Look ya'll it Mack 10,Cube and the double you


(Mack 10)
I just had a scrap fo the neighborhood inglewood sterotype
Got to deal with the hype
Known to kick back with the fat sack fuck that
Where my gat at nigga trippin off my bulls hat
About to let loose with the chrome tray dude 5 shots
And I put holes in yo Bandana
I push a Benz you still rollin' Gs
So nigga miss me with the set trip
And start slangin' keys

(Ice Cube)
When I say itchy citchy
Niggas get bitchy bitchy cause they heard of ah
Natural born murderah
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in the sunshine
With only one nine
Now who wants to bust with the never rust
Goin' platinum plus every time I cuss
So fuck the whole world black niggas
Better hope I don't grow my jeri curl back

(W.C.)
Steper murderah stepin' out a Chevrolet
Sportin' a beenie like Marvin Gaye
Stalkin' walkin' in my big black chuck's
Standin' t'all in your freestyle session holdin' my balls
I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
'Cause niggas be foul and biten other niggas styles
But if you're biten this you better bring a dentist
'Cause sucking these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws

(Mack 10)
Which way shall I go nigga what should I do
Should I bang with the red should I truce with the blue
Should I rock dope beats grab the mic and stay down
Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound
Shit I never knew that my nuts ah get bigger
Checkin' major figures I'm hangin with platinum niggas
It's Mack 10 and I'm inglewood swangin
No time fo bangin'
But still got my cackeys hangin'

(Ice Cube)
Fuck one love it's the bloody glove killin' honkey hoes
Leaving blood stains on Broncos
In a Hertz rental I drive on the 405
Is he dead or alive
Motherfuckin court took another snort
Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport
So I can catch a flight away from the drama
Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas

(W.C.)
Sucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowin' how to act
Sucka ducks play the back
Nigga use to dis now it's turning around and like Brandy
Motherfuckers wanna be down
With this west coast rap game I can give a fuck
If you wasn't down at first you can buck these nuts
Transformers get stole on boom (BOOOM)
Get the picture killa cali home of the body bags nigga

Westside (x2

Tick tock around the clock for the rock ya come see me
Just knock at the door I'll grant your wish like a genie
Strait out to get paid stack the loot that I made
Been slangin' dope out my mammas' house since the 10th grade
Never tried it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters
Stickem up for Honda scooters
Never was a schollar make you throw yo hands and holla
Wolla went to Jr. high slangin' joints fo a dollar
Finger waves was the new fad so they spoted a due rags
Niggas got dumped on fo the red or blue rags
Down with the G's so them niggas never serve me
Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey
Painter pants cuffed so I fixit on my biscuits
Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I'll keep it twisted
It's that niggarunnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow
And everywhere I go it's a must I keep it ghetto

Chorus: X2
[Ice Cube] Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars
[Mack 10] Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways

""Choose one""
""1 2 3 4 hit it!"" (X2)

[Mack 10]
247 on a 211 fresh out the county I hunt like a bounty
>From 10 to midnight make sure my shit tight
Map out the lick right so that I hit right
I strike to stay alive to be exact need a sack
Can't hack this monkey on my back
So I shot it now you plot it I got it
Exotic to erotic money ho's to narcotics
No preachin' knowledge of self or religion
I'm too busy raisin' pitbulls and pigeons
Put the hustle down steady for the summer
I'm ready way tighter got two birds and a rider
But I'm out fo mo ni

She wants me to break it half
So I'mma crack it like Humpty Dumpty
Her brothas want jump me
But but motherfuck a lil trick
She can get the dicka dee dick dick down south or in her mouth
Bustin' nigs I like to digs dark meat
Big booty but no cellulete
I'll grab it stab it cause I gots to have dag nabbit
Fuck it like rabbit
Wanna make it holla
Oh what the hell
Bust a right turn 12 dollar motel
Cause in the hood thats the best a nigga get
Small room smelling like cigarettes
Look girl it's a bed and builing
So stop acting like you gotta have the Hilton
It's four walls so drop your drawls and get cozy
Cause I'mma break you off something at the Mozi-Wozi

Chorus:
*Woman moans*
(Mozi-Wozi)
Mack 10 bitch
(Niggaz make a children)
Foe life
(Bitch I'll be there)
You got damn right
(If it cares to trip 'em)

Before we get busy go and take a shower
But hurry up shit cause we only got an hour
And I plan to be in it up to win it a good 45 minutes
And break that back down
Stick yo ass in the air and lay yo head flat down
Waking up the neighbors nothing can save ya
But I hope I don't catch the vapors
Cause funky ass cock is a turn off
It gets me hotter than pace paconie sauce
>From New Yor City ("New York City")
You got a big ole ass and little bitty titties
But it's cool, cause I can hunt for your chest
And now we getting complaints from the front desk
At my door just to get a peek freak
Motherfucka kinda nozy at the Mozi-Wozi

Bridge: [Mack 10] X4
*Woman moans*
I'm breakin' hoes down 'till their very last complaint
Ass up face down

Ain't no frontin' on the pussy that I'm gettin'
Name is Mack 10 but fuck it I'm still sweating
You won't believe all the wreak I'm catching
I'm hard as a brick and my rubber is stretching
See a motel bed can take a pounce
When you give it more bounce to the ounce
And I'm feeling it from the way I'm hung
And I'm killing it I might puncture a lung
Now the Mozi-Wozi is the place for chillin'
But the bathroom towels ain't worth stealin'
The T.V.'s broke and the carpet is dirty
And you got till about 12:30
To have yo ass out
But don't fuck around and get drunk and pass out
Cause before I can finish this rhymes
You hear a buzzer and a bitch yealen check out time

Chorus

Bitch so don't even trip
(Mozi-Wozi)

Bridge X2

Bitch

Let's go...

Gangsta's don't dance we boogie
Usually always down for the come up late nite to sun up
365 look out I took out niggaz foe they loot
When I drive by I shoot
Blast their ass smoke the spot like a genie
Many niggaz want to be one but they don't want to see me
MACK the renegade rap rebel ghetto livin unforgivin
I've been driven psycho I just might go BUCK BUCK BUCK
Wild do it right keep it tight
So I sight busters in the scope, no hope
Cut short by the cutthroat, I make heads flaot
Cause I'm dope as caviar, by far nigagz from the Inglewood
to the Compton car
In my click crooked legit SHIT you can't FUCK wit
Fool like B.G. I'm brung up down
To kick dust hit you up then I bust nigga

MACK 10's THE NAME
(I heard the name in 99 different places)
MACK 10's THE NAME
(The name's Mack 10, and I live Inglewood)

Up jumped the boogie bang bang, when I dump give ya hell
When the shells kick out the riot pump
When I jerk it, klack klack work it
Easy if it's greasy
One time had to pull they straps to freeze me
Elite on my feet, if I don't see heat
I slang boulder, I soldiers, the west side streets
Down for the do low know, crazy that as gets
The gangsta SHIT don't quit
Much more bounc to the ounce, slippedy slide
Let Me Ride on these niggaz, check em nine double-m fully tech em
Straight up gun play one way, rat-a-tat-tat em
Buck red hot ones at em, aim at em, flame at pop-um
Till me drop em kill or be killed so I keep my clip filled
When I ball, whatta HELL, it's my everyday behavior
Khakis, Slingshot, and Chuck Taylors

MACK 10's THE NAME
(I heard the name in 99 different places)
MACK 10's THE NAME
(The name's MACK 10 and I live Inglewood

(The Paper Route "INTRO")
Mack 10 the nigga, He's a strait up motha fuckin G, Runnin through the hood up
to no good, flossing in his cheese(*repeat*)

[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)
Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker!
(And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh.
I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas.
(Nope.) East coast, west coast. (It's all the same.)
Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10.
(Speak on it, Joe.)
Haha, niggas what!

[Fat Joe]
At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all
Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall
Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw
Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe
Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate
Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get
My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?
Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin
But it appears your empire's fallen
Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one
The same cats you get ?terroria? from
East coast, west coast, man it's all the same
Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame
It's still insane, since the flow track
Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black

[Hook:] X 2
It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

[Big Punisher]
Check what you never thought
Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York
Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest 'cause killers walk in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you talkin like you crazy


Barkin like you eighty
Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby
Don't try to play me 'cause I'm not a playa
Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody
That's how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you
And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in
Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today

[Hook] X 2

[Mack 10]
I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya
And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try
Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit
Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real niggas push big weight and big sacks
Y'all said it was cool, I got to ok this
I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this
It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be precise
If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life
From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks
Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin

[Hook] X 2

[JD:]
(Foxy Brown)
(Uh) Did y'all expect us?
(No no) Bitches, can y'all get naked?
(That's right!)

[JD:]
Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see
Fa so la ti, it's chi chi
Ladies want to hold me, get to know me
Talks to each it, want to sleep with it
Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress
Tryin' to see the top stop, everything drop so
Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know
I'm that playboy J, doin' it my way like Usher
And I don't feel bad when I crush ya
Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all
With shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all
You feel me dog? I'm a C-H-I, multi
And I live and die for the whole pie
You can call it what you want, I'm a motherfuckin' vet

[Hook: Mack 10:]
(JD, Foxy Brown) [Repeat x 2]
(And ain't none a y'all seen nothin yet!)
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
(And all we about is them dollar, dollar bills!)

[Foxy Brown:]
You know that Na Na got the heater shit
That uh, everybody want to eat her shit
Niggas talkin' about they six want to see this shit
Knowin' half a y'all broads want to be this bitch
From NY to the West side, motherfuckers keep me in the best ride
38 chest size, ain't fuckin' less I come off
With like 30 G's easy once the nigga dead off
Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck
I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch
And everything I rocks with
Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky
Got to bank this to even see me half naked
Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci
Ridiculous ice, tag me, million dollar price
Stay frontin', y'all cats ain't seen nothin'

[Hook x 2]

[Mack 10:]
(Foxy Brown)
I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino
And keep the semi glock, where ever me go
I stay ruger ready, or either Smith & Wesson
And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I'm tested
So where you want to meet at playa, over here?
I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear
Plus I'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen
Put your shades on when you peep the Lex 'cause the baugettes glisten
(I want the whole three dozen
And with that drama, biz)
Well it all depends on how ill your na na is
Can you go O-T with a few and a gun?
But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one?
Now you can be up in the west and do it my way
Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA
Want to ball, well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale
Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell

[Hook x 2]

[Mack 10:]
The Hoo Banger, Mack 10.
The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown.
And the homie JD, the don chi chi.
We got the recipe, break it down.

F/ master p, mystikal

[master p] (mack 10)
Third ward, new orleans. to inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world, nigga.
Mack dime. (what's up my nigga? )
Mystikal, and master p.
(they know, p, they know, they know.)

[hook:] (master p & mack 10) x 6
Made niggaz from the south to the west!

[master p]
Give me a chance to ball, put my name on the wall
How many killas done called, no limit niggaz stand tall
'cause we, mercenary soldiers, gone off a hennesy and that doja
Runnin from the, (who? ) motherfuckin rollers
Slangin, (what? ) tapes like cola
Nigga, hangin with the big niggaz
Penitentiary chances just to make six figures
No we fuckin (what? ) gold and platinum
Nigga, we made niggaz and we rappin
Nigga, mack dime, mystikal and p
Every rowdy bout it nigga won't you follow me?

[hook] x 4

[mystikal]
Watch me! I'm throwed off, I ain't right!
Bitch I'll do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight!
I roll with bullets like (? ) and killas like versey
Managed by tc and paid by big percy
Whole lotta niggaz with me
You think I'm lying, but I'm not
You know who we are, we ready for war


You ready to die fuckin with the wide tchoupitoulas
Say your prayers, them niggaz shottin, hallelujah!
Gotta stop these niggaz from runnin they dick lickers
We self made big niggaz, killin these bitch niggaz
We paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied fashion
Made niggaz from the south to the west done hooked up with mack 10
Gotta get real with this shit that's the only way shit gon happen
We made now, we was gangstas back then!

[hook] x 4

[mack 10]
From inglewood to the no, mystikal, mack and p
No limit soldiers, hoo bangin see we got the recipe
I stay ready nigga, with a vest strapped and all
Hit the rizzo and ball from la to the mardi gras
No discrimination, hittin blacks to amigos
Slangin compact discs like they kilos
A real hustler, recognize another nigga with scrilla
Game recognize game, and killas recognize killas
Never aim to loose, always wanna be a winner
Transactions in new orleans over jambalaya dinner
'cause what you say you want, that's it, that's what you get, you
Can't switch
'cause silkk'll shock you nigga, and make mia shoot your bitch
We tatted up, bauggeted up, the jewels glare
Make the haters stop and stay 'how we do that there? '
See mack and master p, been up to seven figures
Hoo bangin and no limit, two sets of made niggaz

[hook] (till fade)

Mack 10: Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha
You ready Eiht?

MC Eiht: Yeah, c'mon

Verse 1: Mack 10

I was born to ride, bangin, pack heat
got turned out early by them scandliss freaks
addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
with a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks
moms said, "Mack, baby watch for danger"
I said, "Momma don't you know I'm a real gangbanger?"
I can't switch over night and be good
and I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
so I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal
twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle
got a deuce fired at Scoob's, I need a gat
so I stopped and got the Tech from my G homie Wreck
he said, "Mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated
and here's the extra clip incase you might need it"
get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on
throw the Hoo-Bang plack in the back and your ride on

Chorus:
Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
nobody rides like these killas from the west

Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best
nobody rides like these killas from the west

Verse 2: Eazy E

1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to your dome
cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top
I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block
now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin
more bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin
keep the gat in my lap cuz I'm fully strapped
for the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a
Tech 9, plus a A-K 47
send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
peep, nigga I don't sleep
bury muthafuckas in the concrete
you try to creep kinda slow in a Astro
but I'm peepin niggas out in my left window
so I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more
yo, they call me motherfuckin John Doe

Chorus

Verse 3: MC Eiht

Real thugs roll cuz the Westside's sick
which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip
slick, but not like Rick, the gang story
G's kill and aint shit funny like Joe Corry
don't make me laugh cuz I"m on the wrong the path
catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath
slang strike to make money, now aint that simple?
that silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple
watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo
keep the calico with extra ammo
so and so gets blasted, to the casket
never seen these westside G's face, we masked it
ya'll best be defeat and be discreet
catch the hot heat from across the street
take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy

Chorus

Ugh, MC Eiht in the muthafuckin house
(yeah, Hoo-Bang one time)
yeah, ha
(Hoo-Bang two times)
rest in peace Eazy E
(the hiphop thugsta)
(yeah)
fa sho
(Mack Dime)
come on, ugh
(all day baby, all day baby)
WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh

featuring Gerald Levert



[Mack 10]

This song is dedicated

to all the up and coming rappers singers hustlers actors

Whatever you may be remember:

without no struggle you get no progress

So keep grindin keep on mashin get yours



Chorus: Gerald Levert



You're nothin far from comin up (keep on)

Money's just a touch away (keep on)

So keep on grindin don't give it up (keep on)

There'll always be another day (keep on)



[Mack 10]

And now I'm sittin at the pad, teary eyed and depressed

Starvin and sufferin from mental stress

Now a true center to the game of beginner

but hard to feel like a winner when you eat spreads for dinner

Hit the streets late night in the form of star mushin

On the 211 mission just to pay tuition

For my kids I got to grind and develop street saavy

Servin stress cause I just ain't got enough to cop cavi

But I can't stop, I won't stop, til I got it made

Either build my clientele, get a job or learn a trade

like hip-hop, and make enough to live good forever

So I learned to write the rhymes and get my metaphors together

Then I joined a rap crew, with the homies on my street

Sellin underground tapes out the local swap meet

Gettin tighter on the mic, as I worked day to day

So now I lay down at night, and I hear voices say, "Mack"



Chorus



[Mack 10]

Now I'm new to the scene, H as in Hard, N as in Nympho

So like EPMD, could you _Please Listen to My Demo?_

I left the local crew, felt like I was the man

In popular demand and now ready for SoundScan

So I searched for a deal with no luck I kept rappin

Felt like it would take a miracle to make it all happen

Marble said it was a test, "Mack don't do nuttin wrong!

Just have faith in God and keep your hustle goin strong

Stay hongry, keep writin, don't quit you're too close

Remember good things come to those who want it most"

So I never left the house, without my rap book

Thought I found a new crew but eventually got shook

First they said I was cool, but then started to doubt me

Put me on the backburner and just forgot all about me

Partna said I wasn't fresh, and sent me on my way, but you know what?

As I was leavin, I could hear voices say, "Mack"



Chorus



[Mack 10]

Now the tables turned, but I remember they used to clown me

The hard work paid off, and luck finally found me

So call every publication, Billboard and the editor

and tell em Mack's being signed by dude workin on _The Predator_

I got the Midas touch, now everything be the bomb

Hooked up with The Don, now made a few mill-ion

I don't bang I write the good rhymes, you know about mines

Man I'm the tightest MC, Ice Cube ever signed

Now if ain't the radio, it's a video shoot

Livin life in the limelight, with a bank full of loot

Now my crew is solid, shook the haters and the leeches

Runnin full court at my house with our girls on the beaches

Plus the violence is ceased, no more bi-coastal beef

Cause now I get down with the North South and the East

I reminisce on hard times, seem like yesterday, but now

Hoo Bangin' is official and I remember they used to say, "Mack"



Chorus



[Levert] Money's just a touch, just a simple touch

Money's just a touch away..

Money's just a touch, just a simple touch

Money's just a touch away..



[Mack 10] Man I knew I was gonna make it, but they didn't believe me

YaknowhatI'msayin? Clowned me -- gon' be a rapper, what?

Hahahaha

[Mack 10:]
This goes out to all them niggas that got the ups on these hoes
And that willy don't give a mad ass fuck about a bitch
Tell em Techniec...

[Techniec CJ Mac:]
Listen up baby, yo I'm talkin' to you (you)
About what your fast ass need to be goin' through (aha)
I see the ho in you (you) it ain't hard to go in you
And I be fo' sho' a fool if I invest some dough in you
I gotta show to do so cut straight to the chase
Got five minutes, get in it, nuts straight to ya face (BLAOW!)
In case you lost all your morals (What?)
I know more hoes that specialize in oral (Open up!)
I like that, sleep good on the flight back (uhh), spread the word
The first night back that's on the Beach
Outta town I met a freak with chips, made a nigga bust like Keith
(God damn!)
Mo' head, the better while I go head for the cheddar (Uhuh, wassup?)

Man, I got a bitch bad as Shante Moore (Fo' sho'?)
But I don't love that ho (why?) 'cause cash all I got love for
She like to fuck, I like to get my dick sucked (uhuh)
She gave me head while baby stashed her fingers in her butt (Nasty bitch)
I told her "Baby, if you want to be my honey (be my honey)
You gotta suck my dick and you gots ta give me money" (Got to)
She shook her head and she moaned out load (Ohhhh)
She couldn't answer back, she had my dick in her mouth (ha ha)
Ain't makin like a pretty bitch gogglin' balls (Wassup?)
Especially if the pretty bitch is gogglin' yours (or mine)
I need a bitch to blow me out like a candle (wooof!)
With lips like Badu and a mouth like Teisha Campbell (Fo' sho')

Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight.

featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard Buckshot



Ladies and gentlemen flight 1 0 from LAX is now arriving into

JFK International.



[ODB talking]

What? What? (...?...) about that money nigga.

How many hey yo how many niggas is really making money now

now what I'm saying?

This 98 I'ma tell y'all cats somethin.

This is the year of do it or don't.

If you gon do it you better roll on with this crew cat

juggyyyyy!!!!



[Mack 10] (ODB)

People call me crazy, but that's alright with me (It's alright!)

They ask me why I'm hustlin, (We hustlin!) I say for the money (Yeah!)

I duck down with Buckshot, Hoo Bang with Wu-Tang (Oooooo!)

Won't hesiate to slang, so money ain't a thang (Ahhhhh!)

Called Buck and Dirty, asked em what they need

They said send me two thangs and some LA weed

So my belief is fuck the beef, all money the same

And when I get to New York, I'ma show you the whoop game

I make a bitch stay down, 'cause I'm that type of guy

Put the work on the Greyhound and fly to the NY

Hit the east coast with a pocket fulla cheddar

Tan khakis on with a thick red sweater (Oh yeah!)

They see me with some hoes, couldn't be better timing

'cause though a nigga g'd up, I got on big diamonds, so nigga what?

(Tell it to em cat!)



[Hook] [Mack 10] (ODB)

People call me crazy, but that's alright with me

They ask me why I'm hustlin, I say for the money

(Yo, I am comin over, to your spot tonight

I promise you my baby, that I'm gon do you right!)



[Buckshot] (ODB) {Mack 10}

Through the gusty wind, I roll with fifty men

Ready to get nifty and shifty and low

So what's the movements, yo? Let me know

'cause when I come for motherfuckers, I'm comin for throats

It was sad I bled, but the red in my eyes shed

Light on the dark, I led the blind in sight

Now I got all of them inside

It's the reason why I do this, and I night ride

(For the moneyyyyy!!!!!!)

If you and a nigga outside, say the word

And I'm a spruge with my flight team soarin like birds

Missed it on the Friday with my nigga Cube

But the bomb blew Saturday when Mack lit the fuse

Who other than Buckshot come pick up the pieces

And straighten niggas out like creases

{Speak on it} Yeah nigga

(It's for the moneyyyyyy!!!!!)

Buckshot, ODB, Mack 10, back at it again



[Hook]



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Hey yo, most of you know me, some of you don't

When it comes to challengin, none of you won't

Arrange this battle to improve your style

It's a brother with a totally different profile

Most of you play cold front in your face

Hesitatin on the rhymes, shoulda been Memorex

But, you forgot, you's an amateur

Mystery worshipper, yo I prefer

I mind you, tease you, who's the boss?

Sucka amneisa, memory loss, welllll

Hit this, just quiet as kept

Mmmmm see's on the charts from the start had slept

Leeeeet's take them, wake them

You should be woke

'cause you take MC'in for a practical joke, Hmmmmm

I present myself to be a similar nightmare of an Amazing Story



[Hook]



[ODB talking]

Yo, you ain't hearin nothing but a drop of the dime.

Know what I'm saying?

To all my dogs, I want to give a shout out.

You got my nigga, Mack 10.

You got my nigga, Buckshot shorty.

And you got the one, dirt dog.

Know what I'm saying?

And we gon do it like sweat hogs, my nigga.

This how we get down!



[Mack 10 talking]

People call me crazy, but that's alright with me

They ask me why I'm hustlin, I say for the money

Haha, Hoo Bangin records, pushin weight in 98.

Cookin nothing but the bomb.

You know what I'm sayin?

'cause we got the Recipe, fo sho!

featuring Ice Cube Jayo Felony

[Mack 10]
I'm screamin as I'm dreamin I see evil bad spirits
So I wake up in the middle of the night to write lyrics
In a cold sweat heard magnums in my dreams my ears ring
So this time on the mic I bring horror like Stephen King
All my good times are turned bad like the Evan's
Seen hundreds get wounded but like a thousand 187's
Everybody that was so real they were now phony
And the nigga that used to be my homie, shit he turned on me
I got a 45 that spit hot lead that'll drill him
The nigga know too much about me, so it's a must that I kill him
If it's time available at the shrink, man I need to spend it
'cause now I see the chair rockin, but ain't nobody in it
I'm psycho like Norman Bates in the fresh side of my mind and
All I think about is comittin redrums like The Shining
So Lord please help me and forgive me for my sins
And tell me, why do I deserve the twilight zone that I'm in?
Somebody ease the pain I need a shot of novacaine
Or angel dust smoke circulatin through my brain
So who got the slaughter water, la la the brain killer
I got five on it, four stick, to the first dealer
With no screws left it's like my head is now hollow
I'm so crazy seems like my own shadow's scared to follow
Ain't that a bitch, 1-O caught up in the horror show
But ain't no popcorn or bon bons, it's all teflons nigga

[Hook:] X 2
I keep a 44 everywhere I go
It's 1-O in the ghetto horror show

[Jayo Felony]
I'm slangin ?nocous? on the boulders
Keys, O-Z's and quarters
Come along, get up, stand up, and come and get your sack
I'm bustin nigga's hearts with this motherfuckin crack
I'm sayin please oh please oh please give me just one more hit
Now I'm surrounded by skinny motherfuckers with glass dicks
I'll jack Jack and Jill, smack Bill Clinton and his bitch
Tell po po they can't fade me I'll kill him and his snitch
I'm a bad influence, I'm a bad influence
And motherfuckers don't want to know what I'll tell these fuckin kids
Fuck school nigga, bang with me
Why you gotta get a job nigga, slang with me
Listen, my 44 protects ya if any nigga tries to test ya
Nigga who the fuck is you? I'm Peer Pressure
Took the last bit of the thorazine, I'm at the end of the rainbow
There ain't no fuckin pot of gold, just the ghetto horror show
There we go

[Hook:] X 2
I keep a AK everywhere I go
It's Jayo in the ghetto horror show

[Ice Cube]
I got to testify, I grew up in this ghetto horror
?Justaora? got me spittin from the ghetto Torah
Ghetto bible survival I'm hittin rivals in their vitals
Tryin to rob titles, from livin idols
I give recitals on the drugs to sex to county checks to Lex
Your respect from the hot techs
And it's the same for me 'cause the fame don't wipe away the black
Westside can't react
Braniac with this maniac, get to losin 'fore the schools get to oozin
And your bitch get to ?twosin?
The niggas at 600 pools and like the Pope
Get on the fuckin city F niggas like to vote
It's the horror, no tomorrow in your eyes
But look at me nigga I believe I can fly
You believe you can die, well shit it might happen
I believe I can rhyme and look, I start rappin nigga

[Hook:] X 2
I keep a tech nine everywhere I go
It's Ice Cube in the ghetto horror show

[Mack 10 talking]
What is time? Huh, time is divded by two.
Before it happens, and after it happens.
Right now, we callin it the ghetto horrow show.

[some guy]
Only a fool would go there at night!

featuring Snoop Dogg



[Snoop Dogg talking]

Hahaha yeah.

You're about to witness something you never thought you'd witness

before.

Check this out.



[Snoop Dogg]

Welcome to the house the D O double G built

We got honey cream silk and milk

We make that big bank and keep that big shank

Just in case we get slapped into the home we take

Nigga don't think Dogg slips at all

I make chips for crips and the beat dogs

True niggas, do niggas, hey you niggas

Can't get with us 'cause we rip shit up

It's Mack Dime, and D-O dub

Here's a toast to the most, westcoast love

Fo sho though, I let you know from the get go

Pullin on my endo, rollin through the Wood with my kin dog



[Mack 10]

Not De La Soul, but fresh on parole

Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole

I'm know to the peoples as the Inglewood swanger

Been rollin gold Danas since a BG banger

It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin

And niggas say we bangin 'cause our colors be flamin

But I'd rather push crack, let the bank roll stack

I show Snoop how to whoop and then I front him a sack



[Snoop Dogg]

Nigga better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body

As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party

Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew

Cold thing about it is that the niggas kept it true

Inglewood family is what they claim to bang

Street Rue and Maddog, I think that was his name

But anyway, what can I say?

Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?

So when you in LA, or nigga round my way

Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah



[Hook:] X 3

Long Beach, with the ING



[Mack 10]

I'm makin green in the rap scene from coast to coast

And rollin three wheel motion from the woods to the ocean

See Snoop and Tray Dee in the LBC

And wasn't nobody trippin, just cool as can be

No harm up in (?) so the hatas got bigger

But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold plated trigger

And that's fo sho though, you know how it go

Jump in the low low and bang with the homies, fuck a hoe

So keep away crack and leave your bullet proof vest

Dogg there ain't no need for that, we headed west to the QS

Game recognize game, and it always should

It's all good and you niggas got a passion, Inglewood

Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like Monie

That's on the one and only I keep the big homies for the phonies

So let it be known, from my hood to your town

That connect game niggas is straight down with the Pound



[Snoop Dogg]

Now all my peoples in the LBC pull up a chair and have a dime bag on me

See we be DPGin this, we in this thang to make hits and bump a

bitch and maintain

'cause the more better you get, the more cheddar you get

The more shit you talk, the more wet up you get

See, I found out quick, don't say shit

Just take care of yours, and handle it quick

Yeah, it don't stop for Biggie or Tupac

Niggas been gettin shot on my block

But we got to make a change and the thang is this

I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist

But I wish upon a star

To stay down with Mack Dime, pushin caviar

The real recognize the real, I'll kill for that nigga

ING DPG, deal with it nigga, for real



[Hook] X 2



[Snoop Dogg]

They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame

Some claim twenty crip but most claim insane

See it's not a lifestyle, it's a full time job

And if you live in Long Beach, it's like a macabre

>From blunt to blunt, everybody's bad

And if you don't know where you at you better tuck in your rag

Push heat on the street, with Chuck D's on his feet

Makin money slangin tapes up out the Compton swap meet



[Mack 10]

Up jumps the boogie some niggas gang bang

So keep a big steel if it's a real G Thang

But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks

And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks

Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm callin all hogs

It's connect gang rollin with the Pound and Snoop Dogg

And everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be

It's Long Beach with the Ingle dub O-O-D city



[Hook] (till fade)

featuring Big Punisher Fat Joe



[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)

Yeah Terror Squad motherfucker!

(And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh.

I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas.

(Nope.) East coast west coast. (It's all the same.)

Joey Crack Big Pun Mack 10.

(Speak on it Joe.)

Haha niggas what!



[Fat Joe]

At times I feel like blastin myself endin it all

Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall

Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw

Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe

Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate

Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get

My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes

Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?

Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin

But it appears your empire's fallen

Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one

The same cats you get ?terroria? from

East coast, west coast, man it's all the same

Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame

It's still insane, since the flow track

Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black



[Hook:] X 2

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay

Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play

y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray

Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby



[Big Punisher]

Check what you never thought

Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York

Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk

We the truest 'cause killers walk in muddy boots

Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose

Fuck is you talkin like you crazy

Barkin like you eighty

Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby

Don't try to play me 'cause I'm not a playa

Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe

I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy

So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody

That's how it is in the stone jungle

If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you

And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid

Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in

Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay

You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today



[Hook] X 2



[Mack 10]

I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya

And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try

Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest

Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit

Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack

Real niggas push big weight and big sacks

y'all said it was cool, I got to ok this

I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this

It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix

Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36

I hope you can count nigga, better be precise

If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life

From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx

We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks

Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen

TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin



[Hook] X 2

featuring Tray Deee Squeak are you (of AllFrumTha I)

[Tray Deee]
Yeah again another group collaboration

Verse One: Tray Deee

From the second I get dressed to get to steepin I'm on one
Fillin up the 4 4 if pop po want some
I ain't runnin from a motherfucker
Dust a sucker off if he soft then fuck him if he suffer
Another One Bites The Dust like the song say
Bust em in the wrong way caught up in the gunplay
One day, some say, we all gon' die
Human lives to my eyes, take a size and bye
You're on your own, give em all and go explode
It's a cold that aroze when you chose your clothes
Blue or red, who will care if we all was rich?
Ballin tills, haulin chickens, flossin grips
I give a damn bout the next fool, my Tek rule
Ol' school nigga bout to take it to the next school
This gangsta shit is like drugs, runnin with thugs
Puttin slugs in your motherfuckin mug

Chorus: Squeak-are you, (Tray Deee)

This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride)
and live for the hood to show my love
*repeat*
(*singing*)
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooooh
*repeat*

Verse Two: Squeak-are you

I got to bang on my enemy
I got make sure they know, they ain't afraid of me
So I'm gon' ride on they hood
Leavin nuttin but obituaries til they get it understood
You know that Squeak-are you capped em
I wantcha homegirl photo book to be full of em
I'll be the gossip for ya block
When y'all explain to each other how I creep with the Glock
The 4-5 nigga did the damage
I took two to da dome, so, nigga, fuck a bandage
And all you got was a bodybag
accommodations to the morgue, equipped with a toe tag
Now you know I'm a killer
You cross my name out on the ward, it lets me know y'all remember
Mashed on your hood and got a trophy
If you really want revenge, nigga, come get me

Chorus

Verse Three: Mack 10

This gangsta shit is a must, and plus I bust
and puff angel dust for the headrush
I like the way the Teks spit when I'm lit
I feel like "Fuck the police" and "a bitch ain't shit"
Plus I represent my curb to the fullest
and them, so-called hogs be like track stars when I pull this
Beat out, get the sheet out when I roam
'cause the first fool caught slippin on my block gettin done
So fuck a job, dogg, I jacks for my figures
Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas
On all-gold twisters on a front and back Caddy
Every broad in they ghetto wish I was their baby daddy
So which lucky ho want to be Miss Mack 1-0
You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro
I want to down bitch for my bride and when we ride
Gotta love this gangsta shit and be down for the homicide

Chorus:

This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride)
and live for the hood to show my love
*repeat*
(*singing*)
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooooh
*repeat x3*

[Mack 10] Rest in peace to all the soldiers
we lost to this gangsta shit

Intro:

(*man, have you heard this stuff?
This gangsta rap? it's fuckin bullshit.
They're just talkin about dealin drugs and,
Beatin on people and shit,
Carryin guns to the studio. it's fucked up shit.
And y'know, you niggas
Can't communicate with people*)
[mack 10] aw fuck you, you punk ass motherfucker

featuring Ice Cube Korn



[unknown] Mack you got everything on here except some damn rock'n'roll

[Mack 10] Shit don't speak too soon



*Korn providing guitar intro and background guitars*



I got to know baby

I got to know baby



Intro/Chorus: Ice Cube



Girl do you still want to be a ho? (Huh?)

I got to know baby should I stay or should I go? (what?)

Do you want this nigga in a 6 double O?

I got to know, should I stay or should I go?



Verse One: Ice Cube



Fuck this condo and with John Doe

You a bomb ho, black enchicando

You must think I'm soprano, you better trun the channel

I want to grab you like a handle

You ill scream "Book him Dano!", here come the crack commando

wit his guns and his ammo

Tryin to blow out my candle

I'ma stop fuckin wit you for your cousin in Orlando (Fo' sho', fo' sho')



Chorus: Ice Cube



I got to know, baby, should I stay or should I go?

Will I end up with strike number four?

I got to know, should I stay or should I go?



Verse Two: Mack 10



Should I stay or should I go take a hit or say "no"? (No)

Shoot the jumpshot, run the rock or sell blow?

Get a whole gallon of loot, do a show

Keep the square bitch or should I bust me a ho?

You got the green light, break grass so I can write

We gonna stock all big heads, I recite hella types (Right)

Always mashin like pedals, packin fully heavy metals

To the new school leader with the big rebels

See the shinin sea, Westside is the thang (Westsiiiide!)

We're down to Hoo Bang with the ghetto slang

Heads boppin and frownin like it's nasty

The class crackin, hard rockin like the cavi, ask me

I never lie, I keep it to the real

Rollin like a big wheel ever since I had a deal

Mack move the crowd like an automatic Uza (BRRRRW!)

That three time loser's wreckin lotta polluters

Nigga what? (Nigga what?)



Chorus: Mack 10



Should I stay or should I go?

Do you want to see Mack 1-0?

I got to know, should I stay or should I go? (Bitch what?)



Bridge: Ice Cube, (Mack 10)



You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

Bitch please (catch these)

Bitch please (catch these)



Verse Three: Ice Cube, Mack 10



You want to leave, girl, no way

My forte is to flip it like O.J.

You gots ta obey O'Shea

Like your ass was an ol fade and nothin but a trophy

Give my nigga Mack a 40, maintain orders

Strandin orders, walkin target, stalkin chargers

Walk the hardest, you should move the force

'cause I'ma fight, it's love, I'm right behind ya

Over-protective, you shouldn't've gave it to me (Never)

Said it was mine and handed a baby to me

Now I'm on it, like I own it

I better go, ho, before I end up on death row



Mack 10 be the G with the color bandana

I fiend for the mic with a jonez like Indiana

Never fuck a broad white as Vanna, I like em tanner

Always lookin for pussy, detect a freak like a scanner

I say "Beeyatch! My name is Mack 1-0

and you the baddest ho at the show in the front row

You give head? If so, I want to blow

Meet me at the Nico in room 3-0-4"

I heard a knock (what?), there's somebody at the do'

Baby came in, sucked me down like a pro

"What else ya want to do?" I replied "I don't know"

She said "Mack 1-0, well should I stay or should I go?" Yo



Chorus:



SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO, YO?

*repeat x8*

I'MA GO, YO! I'MA GO, YO!



Outro: Ice Cube



I got to know, baby

I got to know, baby

Handle me this chick, get the fuck outta here

Huh, real quick, real quick

Bitch, you crazy, you crazy

I'm gone, I'm gone

A-YEA-YEA!!!

Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna
Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin out of 64's
When it comes to the gun play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

(Ice cube)
It's the dog breathen through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense
Hip Hop started in the west
Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest

(W.C)
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's Vagina
Finda notha crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga

(Mack 10)
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the L.A. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a ratle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherfuckin battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumpin'
They know a nigga dumpin'
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that i'll berry ya

(Ice Cube)
Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo feet
Clear thewhole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from "Westside"

(W.C.)
Fuck all you niggas I'm yellin'
This is maad circle to the fullest everybody 187um
Toons play the piano fuck a battle
I'm socking rappers like mad man Sontiago
'Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red records
So nigga fuck what you tellin' me
Sit down Jr. you couldn't see me if you wanted to
Look ya'll it Mack 10,Cube and the double you


(Mack 10)
I just had a scrap fo the neighborhood inglewood sterotype
Got to deal with the hype
Known to kick back with the fat sack fuck that
Where my gat at nigga trippin off my bulls hat
About to let loose with the chrome tray dude 5 shots
And I put holes in yo Bandana
I push a Benz you still rollin' Gs
So nigga miss me with the set trip
And start slangin' keys

(Ice Cube)
When I say itchy citchy
Niggas get bitchy bitchy cause they heard of ah
Natural born murderah
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in the sunshine
With only one nine
Now who wants to bust with the never rust
Goin' platinum plus every time I cuss
So fuck the whole world black niggas
Better hope I don't grow my jeri curl back

(W.C.)
Steper murderah stepin' out a Chevrolet
Sportin' a beenie like Marvin Gaye
Stalkin' walkin' in my big black chuck's
Standin' t'all in your freestyle session holdin' my balls
I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
'Cause niggas be foul and biten other niggas styles
But if you're biten this you better bring a dentist
'Cause sucking these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws

(Mack 10)
Which way shall I go nigga what should I do
Should I bang with the red should I truce with the blue
Should I rock dope beats grab the mic and stay down
Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound
Shit I never knew that my nuts ah get bigger
Checkin' major figures I'm hangin with platinum niggas
It's Mack 10 and I'm inglewood swangin
No time fo bangin'
But still got my cackeys hangin'

(Ice Cube)
Fuck one love it's the bloody glove killin' honkey hoes
Leaving blood stains on Broncos
In a Hertz rental I drive on the 405
Is he dead or alive
Motherfuckin court took another snort
Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport
So I can catch a flight away from the drama
Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas

(W.C.)
Sucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowin' how to act
Sucka ducks play the back
Nigga use to dis now it's turning around and like Brandy
Motherfuckers wanna be down
With this west coast rap game I can give a fuck
If you wasn't down at first you can buck these nuts
Transformers get stole on boom (BOOOM)
Get the picture killa cali home of the body bags nigga

Westside (x2

(ICE CUBE)
Tha world is mine nigga get back
Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked
About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don
Big fish in a small pond
Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook
but I shook they worm and they hook
Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me
when Iam tipsey
Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi
Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring
We got your woman so pucker up
FO we fuck her up
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll
Fo the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please
Before any of you guppies get heart
Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down)
(MACK 10)
I take ten steps and I draw
Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood
addition
I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental
The Westside connects with me and south central
And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the
Philly's
Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they
call Billy
Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda
Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola
Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss
My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus
Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene
king-
Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices
So reconize these real G's take the cheese
The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold
D's
Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California
style
But in tha mean while in my town you got to
BOW

--Hook--
Bow Down when you come to my town
Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz
we aint no haters like you
Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than
you
--End Hook--

(W.C.)
Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a
beanie the shadiest
nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide
my locs on let
my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing
bang run away run
away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O to D to the
S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and
plain which
means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in
the rap game
Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when
you come around
keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's
affiliated fuck a
studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk
walk the walk
Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin
head off
nigga
I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh
Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff....
--Hook--

(ICE CUBE)--Spoken

(Yea lemme tell you sumthin)
(gangsta's make the world go round)
(you aint gotta clown)
(But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town)
(Make them other fool's BOW DOWN)

<i>[Intro: Ice Cube]</i>
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me
Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love
You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean
God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what I'm saying

Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i>

<i>[Ice Cube]</i>
Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas
These triggas we's killas (hahaha)
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
Wit a bitch French braiding my head
Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
What's the Connection bitch you looking at it
It don't stop
I hit mo' licks than it
Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop
And it's gonna take a miracle
To drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
(Punk ass nigga)
So let's wait till it get dark
So many foe's walk in my ??
It's like the international, house of pancakes
All on the grass, every bitch passed
A first not last, when we all hit the ass
Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what)
One Pussy, and thirteen dicks
Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh)
Niggas run out and get ya cookie
<i>[Westside]</i>

Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i>

<i>[W.C.]</i>
Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide)
Nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga
What the fuck you lookin' at nigga <i>[whistle]</i>
True blue when I bust
Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks
Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride
I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside
Letting 'em have it
With my double barrel sawed off
I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all
Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses
Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette <i>[haha]</i>
As the sun frowns on my forehead
I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man
Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock
When I bust shots
W.C. keep the hammer cocked

The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala <i>[repeat 4X]</i>

<i>[Mack 10]</i>
What's crackin
Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene
I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams
I put it down on and off the record my flats a
Double decker, marble floors all checkered
Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and
Bombay like Peruvian yae
So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man
I make more deliveries than the postman
My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an
Now it's kilos five and six double zeros
Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex
Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex
With my aces o-t on a regular basis
We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases
Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killa
But Mack I'll be the dope deala

Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i>
The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) <i>[repeat 8X]</i>

Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up
I cant go here, I can't go there
I feel institutionalized
And i'm on the street

[Ice Cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)

Chorus:

Only in California
Where niggaz pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)
Only in California (California)
Where niggaz pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)

Ice Cube the mutherfuckin don
Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. Tha Doggfather
Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk
Gangstas with rules
Cause youse the niggaz with no rules
ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose

Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the baracuda
I negotiate Mack is the shooter
You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney
We break breads with accountants and attorneys
Currency never worry me (never)
Who's got the balls to murder me
Degree higher than a 33
Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)
Never tell em what you thinkin
Never tell em where the body stankin
Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, bankin Franklin what you thankin
Hope your man come with the ransom
Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome
If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him

Chorus

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Them westcoast niggaz is real set trippas
WWill get you for them zippas, on a quest for them chippas
Slidin while we ridin, not even hittin switches
Hangin at the high school gettin at them young bitches
I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)
where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out
Hangin at my grandmama house, homie burnt out
What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun
So I put him on a move that I know about
Hooked him with a homegirl from the South (good lookin out)
Money made, plug a playa in the game
Especially when he represent the same thing I claim
Damn they don't make niggaz like they used to
That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)
Cause everybody wanna be a star
in the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar

Chorus

[Mack 10]
What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)
Well known ridas from different sides of the West
Got the hi-zoes lickin up so hard we stickin up niggaz
Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up
Nigga please we ain't trippin off C's and B's
It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's
For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab
always cappin, Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin
Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)
So peep game If you could
Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood
Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise
Two well known enemies now becoming allies
In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way
Some wear red and black and some sport blue and grey
So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang
So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang

Chorus

[Ice Cube]
There we have it, Ice motherfuckin Cube
The big fish, rollin with the atomic dog
Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader
Mack motherfuckin 10, coming back once again
Nigga we make and spend nigga

and my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom

[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up)
(Oh yeah)
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker)
(Nothing but the cavi)
Hey, Daz (Sup)
Check this out, dog

[Mack 10]
Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back
And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be

[Dat Nigga Daz]
It ain't no questions asked
You down to blast for me?
Down to ride for me?
Down to die for me?
I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep
Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked
We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub

[Kurupt]
We in the war zone,
Where the war's on
Where ya gun, nigga?
Show em where you're from, nigga
Riding-ass young nigga
Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force
He's out to catch a body
Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party
Now he's walking around smarter
Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping
I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something

[Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}]
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you want to trip, we got the straps near}

Cause niggas like us do platinum every year
(And if I ruled this sphere)
{Your shit'd disappear}

Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
And wave em all around like ya just don't care
We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi

[Mack 10]
I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast
Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most
Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, fuck around and be a single
From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls
Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls
We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it
But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked

[Dat Nigga Daz]
I'll be god damned
I'm in it for a meal ticket
And the goal's successful
I don't know who to prove a show
Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
Y'all don't know us like that,
Where the gang-banger's hang at
They "Daz, are you a rider?"
I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood
On a cash mission bailing hood to hood

[Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice
Forever in the day
Say what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,
It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash
When you're in the neighborhood of assassins
What you say?

[Chorus]

[Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)]
What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
All day night, and all night long
When you wake up in the morning
And you start to yawn
All day night, and all night long
See'mon, see'mon

(Yeah, dub S.C.G.
D.P.G.C.
Ha ha ha,
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
It might make ya rich
Bitch)
Death Row

(ICE CUBE)
Tha world is mine nigga get back
Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked
About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don
Big fish in a small pond
Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook
but I shook they worm and they hook
Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me
when Iam tipsey
Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi
Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring
We got your woman so pucker up
FO we fuck her up
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll
Fo the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please
Before any of you guppies get heart
Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down)
(MACK 10)
I take ten steps and I draw
Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood
addition
I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental
The Westside connects with me and south central
And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the
Philly's
Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they
call Billy
Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda
Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola
Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss
My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus
Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene
king-
Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices
So reconize these real G's take the cheese
The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold
D's
Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California
style
But in tha mean while in my town you got to
BOW

--Hook--
Bow Down when you come to my town
Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz
we aint no haters like you
Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than
you
--End Hook--

(W.C.)
Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a
beanie the shadiest
nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide
my locs on let
my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing
bang run away run
away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O to D to the
S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and
plain which
means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in
the rap game
Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when
you come around
keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's
affiliated fuck a
studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk
walk the walk
Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin
head off
nigga
I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh
Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff....
--Hook--

(ICE CUBE)--Spoken

(Yea lemme tell you sumthin)
(gangsta's make the world go round)
(you aint gotta clown)
(But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town)
(Make them other fool's BOW DOWN)

[Ice Cube]
I am getting dizzy as the world keeps spinnin like a Frisbee
Gangsta's and girls make the world twirl
No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration
30 years is what I'm facing
But give me 7 seas and 11 gees
I make enough cheese to bring wall street to its knees
Nigga please I got enough guns
To fill the empire state building full of 1's
Go to school is what you tell us
But nigga's in school is scared of the Good fellas
We got the Yayo you can just say no
But nobody makes a fucking move until I say so
That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be
Kids when you grow up who the fuck you want to be?
Like me ya black superhero
Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro
Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya
Because it ain't no trivia about my house in West Bolivia
Blew the jury a kiss they rather dismiss
Them swim the big fish
You fucking guppies!

[Chorus]
Gangsta's make the world go round

[W.C.]
Not just sagging waving my flag and never will I ease up nigga
So stop asking see I was taught as a tiny loc on the set its all
About the pussy and money fuck the rest nigga this tech is quicker
To collect when I'm seeking all the jewelry and the money so miss
Me with that preaching teaching fuck all that bullshit I want to
Slang yea like Noriaga sit back watch my paper collect like the
I.R.S. as I kick it with 50 bitches all on my dick just like the
President & like the police I want a gang of killers all on my
Side that's down to lie more crooked that St. Ides rip ride on my
Behalf as I call shots as if I was Saddaam Hussein
Jacking mother- fuckers for Dana Danes hated by many bit I don't care because I
Rather be feared than loved with a pocket full of dubs because
Gangsta gangsta's make the world go round & if you want a piece
Then you best to be down so quit chastising me analzing me
&like the escorts look over your sholder nigga its
Plain to see crooked ass cowards

[Chorus]

[Mack 10]
360 degrees like my D's the world be spinning
Nigga's been sinning since the beginning
History's a trip so I peep when I am reading
Nigga's probably grew weed in the garden of Eden
Before big balling sex cars and loot
Its like bitches been scandalous biting forbidden fruit
But gangster's don't deal with that shit, on the Westside
And since they regulating hoes I roll with the Best side
So check it as my lifetime is ticking
Coming up strong licking and flipping chickens
Need cheese in amounts of G's
I gave up sports to slang Key's
But blamed it on my Knees
Make sure I got what I need
To make your order
Everything to baggies triple beams to jugs for my water
Like a snitch life's a bitch a world full of drama
Drug paraphernalia being found by my momma
Trauma brings the sad song on your way to killer king nigga
So now I stand with heat in my hand for my whole life span
Cause evil lurks the land
Plus I got a packet with this gang-bang jacket
Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted
Fo sho One-0 got the ups on these prankstas
While the world keep twisting as a Westside
Gangsta
For life nigga

[Chorus]

(Talking)
God Damn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!

(Ice Cube)
Back in the day, we used to respect yall niggas.
We used to be down with yall niggas.
All you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect.
So I say to you and your city, yall niggas will never get our respect again.

Westside nigga! Keeping it real. (Yeah)
Keeping it real!

Westside!
Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house?
Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house?
Staten Island in the house?
The west coast is in the house sayin'
Why you talkin loud?
What you talkin' about?

(Ice Cube)

Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C.
Who wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be.
My energy holds me down like the NFC.
I'm going thorough through your borough
Wit my Raider jacket and my jerry curl gangstas rule the world
On the west nevertheless W/S
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress

(Mack 10)
You couldn't have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy
These bust ass critics from the N.Y.C.
Don't know that iI be from the ING
My peeps play for keeps deep crews pay dues by murder ones and twos
Rip riders and Damus choose
To stay gangsta you never ever ran us
We bustin' clips like bananas
Spottin' colored bandanas

(W.C.)
It's the hoodsta cap peela
Dusty ass New York critic killa
Dumping and pumping
Motha fucking led in their chest because none
of them niggas ever have it up for the West
So now it's on & the gauge in my pants got me limping
Fuck unity I'm coast tripping sagging as a bell
East smashing tape recorders
This is 187 on a New York reporter

New York, New York (4x)

(Ice Cube)

Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C.
Tryin' to get a East hip-hop monopoly
But I've writng gangsta shit since '83 when ya'll was still scared to use
Profanity now everbody wanna run and go get triggers and blaim it on these
West Coast 7 figure niggas just because we made it real niggas got the deal I
Hope blood ain't got spill I kill

(Mack 10)

It's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches
Because we're platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand fans in the stands
We make a mill yan from California to Japan bitch
Went over seas seen D's how we done it
88's to 100's to let me dnow who really run it
Thes West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin' or we jackin'
Packin' ninas and sellin' out arenas niggas

(W.C.)

You make me wanta holla throw up both my Dubs
And roll these niggas up I got to beat 'em
When I see 'em T-roll 'em cut off hes scrotum
Leave 'em bleeding in particles for them bias
All articles I'm mashing and blasting so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a fucking
Hip hop classic I'm banning you niggas from the scene
Kicking over newstands pouring gasoline on your magazines...

(Ice Cube)
To the west my niggas to the west.
To the west my niggas to the west.
To the west my niggas to the west.
We the best my niggas don't stress.

(Ice Cube)

Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C.
In your articles trying to rate my LP
Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin' we ain't real because we make snaps
Selling 6-4 with a dab what you looking at with your brooklyn hat
And your pen and pad
Nigga I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans
Fuck your magazines

(Mack 10)

Hey hey hey what's happenin tound tray
It's still MT critic K on mines all mothafuckin' day
It'a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossing got to flossin
fell Off and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna regret fucin with my set
I be a 24 yeat street Westside Connect Vet
You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin' heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us

(W.C.)

A yo nigga fuck that shit
I got to kill it fuck a
New York critic he wuite about it
Live it did it plus I'm still with it putting it down
On all these DJ's hating faking and
Flaking never once played my record on their radio station
No love for a New York critic
Or disc jock matter of fact I'm blaming all ya'll for fucking up hip hop

Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house?
Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house?
Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house?
The West Coast is the house sayin'

Why you talkin' loud?
What you talkin'about?(16x)
Westside!

(WC)
Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rolling your lexos
No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard
Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping
Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson
Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck them preppy niggas
You need to get with this malt
Liqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never
How ya figure I'll be crying over yo ass like a
Baby face nigga bitch you better be glad
I got 3 strikes because back in '85
I'd been done gave your ass a black eye
See I been waving at your ass all week but all
You do is roll your eyes like your shit don't stink
So now it's time for a nigga clown your ass
Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat
Don't want to fuck with niggas in khakis
But hoe i bet for the dough
You quick to jack that ass like a 4
So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch
hit the road with your fucked up weave.......

(Ice Cube)

How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw
Outlaw rollin' down the shaw
Don't you want a mothafucka that's hard
Or a bitch-made cute as El Debarge?
Do you like negros?
Him and those?
Individuals called criminals?
How'd you figure a West Coast nigga
Drinking liquor got to know how to dig you
When we dated straight fade it
Penetrated, Ms. sasfisacated
No daddy hate it
Never met a nigga quite as fly as me
All bottled up in your high society
You want to chech my mental
Cause how could a nigga from South Central rollin' in a Benzo
Spice in ya life is what you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed
I represent reality in your world full of lies
And i can see it in your eyes
You worried sick and I'm chillin' (Westside)
Tell your family to fuck off and roll with this villian

(chorus)
Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals?(2x)

(Mack 10)
Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for real tho
It's Mack 10 and let you niggas know I'm gun ho
Baby i guess maybe i can get with your program
With hunnit spode tonas on my front and back
Broham hit a lick or two make your whole life a thriller
Make you wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a killa
Hot as sauce out the floss no need to be discreet
I swing the fuck out this bitch til my bumper touch the street
On switches and I'm workin jerkin hot ya nigga smirkin
Jack the ass up and down til my back wheels is chirpin
You need to be with me bitch you too fucking bombay
To be on the Shaw with a nigga with a Hyundai
I take you through my neighborgood raise where crime pays
No girbauds no fades just cacky's and French braids
And my friends is niggas that know what ends is
In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benz'
With hoochy hoes groopy hoes
You know those with a gang of money lolo' and penitintiary fo do's
So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin
Slam the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons

(K-Dee)

Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day
I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play
I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway
Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby
I know you're Catholic
But can you have you have dick up in them guts all the way to
These nuts
Your a rich girl far from skeezer
I'm playing at the mall with your Visa
You wanna swang with K-Swinger
(When the West is in the houseoh my God! danger)
But take a hit you'll live
But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff give
Now i see you giggling
But all I wanna see is ass wiggling and titties jiggling
So what you wanna do?
Don't go chasing waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls your use to
Go ahead and take a big lick
Cause girls look so good on the end of
My dick
That right is it tight?
I know you ain't a dike
What type of nigga do you like?
Bitch!

(chorus)

(chorus II)
Bitch I'm from the wild, wild west
Can't you tell buy the "S" on my chest
We got hoes for days
Plus we claiming no stress no mothafuckin' dress

(chorus)

(chorus II)

Do you like criminals?

<i>[Intro: Ice Cube]</i>
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me
Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love
You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean
God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what I'm saying

Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i>

<i>[Ice Cube]</i>
Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas
These triggas we's killas (hahaha)
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
Wit a bitch French braiding my head
Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
What's the Connection bitch you looking at it
It don't stop
I hit mo' licks than it
Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop
And it's gonna take a miracle
To drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
(Punk ass nigga)
So let's wait till it get dark
So many foe's walk in my ??
It's like the international, house of pancakes
All on the grass, every bitch passed
A first not last, when we all hit the ass
Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what)
One Pussy, and thirteen dicks
Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh)
Niggas run out and get ya cookie
<i>[Westside]</i>

Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i>

<i>[W.C.]</i>
Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide)
Nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga
What the fuck you lookin' at nigga <i>[whistle]</i>
True blue when I bust
Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks
Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride
I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside
Letting 'em have it
With my double barrel sawed off
I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all
Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses
Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette <i>[haha]</i>
As the sun frowns on my forehead
I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man
Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock
When I bust shots
W.C. keep the hammer cocked

The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala <i>[repeat 4X]</i>

<i>[Mack 10]</i>
What's crackin
Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene
I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams
I put it down on and off the record my flats a
Double decker, marble floors all checkered
Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and
Bombay like Peruvian yae
So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man
I make more deliveries than the postman
My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an
Now it's kilos five and six double zeros
Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex
Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex
With my aces o-t on a regular basis
We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases
Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killa
But Mack I'll be the dope deala

Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i>
The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) <i>[repeat 8X]</i>

Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up
I cant go here, I can't go there
I feel institutionalized
And i'm on the street

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,nigga trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us

It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga
The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga
I'm not an MC,I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to fuckin-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,no one tri-ips
Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga!

Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What's this my ??? low-grader system
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
Nigga be dissin on a down low
So now my motto's:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers
I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays

*Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC*
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
Nigga! To South Central L.A.!

VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)
Goddamn nigga!This shit 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-ass shades
No switchblades,nigga,we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown
Nigga 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 bitches singin on this record
No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me
Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood
Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form
I'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you!

Nigga get off,this shit is wacked
Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack
Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil
You're goin up and your fuckin 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 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 bitches
From the niggas I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god bitch,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 bitch ass is speakin
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it

Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs
Be all surprised,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots
I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day

I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit
Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in
Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin
Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out
I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed
In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass

CHORUS

OUTRO:(ICE CUBE)
Don't go chasin waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to
Punk ass motherfuckers!
Brrrrgh

Tha Next Muthafuckaz Go By Tha Name Of Cypress Hill ( K All Day )

Ice Cube:
Every Few Yearz Nigguz Think They can Deal Wit Tha Real, Now I Gotz
To Fuck Cypress Hill I Got A Vocie You Can Fell, I Drink A Beer And
Bust A Rap And Thatz Tha End Of Ya Carrer, You Fuckin Bitchez Never
Seen A Hood High Powered Like Tha West Side Connection Slide Though
My Tec, I Got Em Soon As I Spot Them I'm Dumpin Gotz To Treat
These Bitch Azz Niggaz Like They Stole Some Thing, I See You Wit A
Joint, You Must Be Smokin That Shit To Much Got ya Bitch Azz
Touched, Sen Dogg You can't Rap From Tha Gutz And B Real Soundin
Like He Got Baby Nutz, I Don't Know Why You Think Ya Slick, I Don't
Know What Rapper Down Wit ya Click, I Don't Know 1 Bitch On Ya
Dick, And i Don't Know 1 Nigga Bumpin Ya Shit. I Here You Clamin
South Central But Y'all Hoez From South Gate, Comin Wit A Vocie
High Pitched B Real Ain't Nuttin But A Bitch

Mack 10:
We'll Itz Tha Hip-hop Hippy Startin Shit, Now I'm Rollin up Cypress
Hill Lettin Then Niggas Have It, Got These Wanna B Thugs Up Load My
Slugz Up hey, Yo Back Up Q-Ball We Passed That Bitch Muggs Up,
Pull Over And Let me Out And Let me Show Thiz White Boy What That
Westside Connection Like. Boo Ya Boo Ya From Tha Gaude Has I Split
Them. Tha Buck Shotz Spray And Make The Lay As I hit Them ( Uhhh ).
1 Down 2 To Go Hand Me Tha Fo' Fo' Let Me Get My Ride On Get My
Murder On, B Real Wish He Could Be Me Coz He Know He Can't C Me (
Biiiiiitch! ) You Should Have Known You Can't C A Real Hog, Coz
I'm A Real Dogg, You Bustaz Wanna C Me But You Bustaz Can't Coz I'm
ACE Homie Wit Americaz Most, Nigga Miss Me I'm Used To A Hoe Tryin
To Kiss Me, Now What Gave Ya Bitch Ass A Nuff Heart To Diss Me? Ya
Gonna Come Up Missin And Sen Dogg So Wack He Ain't Even Worth
Diss'in, ( hahaha ), You Niggas Need To Listen, On Every Thing I
Luv My Heat And A Dub, Fuck Rappin Fuck Fighting I Make A Bloody
Glove, Itz One O And Fo' Sho' Kill You Pussy Can't Touch My Skill,
Coz i'm Tha King Of Tha Hill!

Ice Cube:
Every Body In Ghetto Know What Your Doin, 1 White Boy And 2 Fuckin
Cubins Clamin That Your Locco But You Ain't Mexican,Fuckin Wit Tha
Hoggs, You Say You Bloodz, But You Wish You Were A Dogg Fool. Go On
Tour And Only Rap To Tha Yupies Meet A Big Fish And i'll Make A
Dish Out You Fuckin Guppies, So Who Y'all Wit? Niggaz Down Wit
Cypress Can Wipe This Shit Off My Dick, Has I Stick It Like King
Kong And Ping Pong Wit Thiz Fake Azz Chese And Cong, Did You Tell
Ya Momma That I Had To Help ya When Sen Dogg Left Ya Bitch Azz. a
Say That I Took Ya Hook? It Must be Tha White Boy Think All Niggas
Steal. Now What You hip-hop Hippys U Fuckin Junkies And Thinkin Ya
Gonna Punk Me And Chill And Deal Wit Tha Fact That You Ain't Got
Enuff Steal, To Deal Wit

(chorus)
Mack 10: Ice Cube Could You Pass Me Tha Steal, ( Ice Cube ) For
Real? ( Mack 10) I'm Tha King Of Tha Hill (4x

Intro, Ice Cube:

What would you do
If I punked your whole crew?
Would you run like a bitch from me?
Niggaz don't test
Cause we come from the west
Yes the W-S to the C
Westside!
Westside niggaz
Fuck everybody that used to be down
That ain't down no mo
Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side
Y'all don't know how we puts it down
Trick ass motherfuckers

Verse 1, Ice Cube:

Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin
With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin?
Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin
Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is
A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor
Catch a tumor you say I'm dickin my consumer
Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence
With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance
Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't
Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins
Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes
A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes

I shift gears when I see tears
Fuck a record, fuck a movie
I rack my uzi
On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me
We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry
I did a lick well
I'm in a thick cell
Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails
And when I hear Westside Connection
I get the fuckin erection

Chorus, W.C.:

So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin
I'm only bellin with some three time felons
Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin
I'm only bellin with some three time felons

Bridge:

Rollin till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off
Westside rollin till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off

Verse 2, Mack 10:

I gots to handle mines
So I grinds
Real O.G. parolle
Throw the woop on the quarter key
Ain't been out but a minute
Nigga, in it, to win it
Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented
Got my pockets back swollen
Motorola holdin
A nigga got the whole hood rollin
BG's get you what you want when you need it
I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated
Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot
Niggaz callin Mack's spot
Jackpot, the crack spot
Got the double up bomb can't wait
So wont you bounce rock skate
To where the cluckers hibernate
Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases
Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces
While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus
Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English
So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters
And, ain't a crew that can get with us
It's west coast, the most, I be yellin
Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon

Chorus, Ice Cube:

Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin
I'm only bellin with some three time felons
Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin
I'm only bellin with some three time felons

Bridge

Verse 3, W.C.:

Let it rain, let it drip
Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips
Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger
Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz
Cause ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin heaters
Causing tragedy
Tearing off your whole chest cavity
Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters
Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers
Lenny wanna kill me cause I got 'em all scared of this
Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist
Stickering my tapes hoping that they can silence me
Cause I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society
But ain't no stopping this westside click
So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick
Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo
Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo

Chorus, Mack 10:

Nigga, fuck what you sayin, fuck who you tellin
I'm only bellin with some three time felons
Fuck what your sayin, and fuck who your tellin
I'm only bellin with some three time felons

Bridge

Outro, W.C, Ice Cube:

West coast till the casket drop
Rollin till the wheels fall off
West coast till the casket drop
Rollin till the wheels fall off
West coast till the casket drop
Rollin till the wheels fall off
West coast till the casket drop
Westside, rollin till the wheels fall off

Yeah, time is runnin out niggaros and nigga hoes
All W's must be true
Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang
WSCG
Bonafied and worldwide
When you see Ice Cube throw up the W!
When you see Mack 10 throw up the W!
When you see W.C. throw up the W!
When you see Crazy Tunes throw up the W!
When you see K-Dee throw up the W!
When you see The Comrades throw up the W!
All Frum Tha I throw up the W!
Westside till I die, what you thinkin of?
And y'all bitches can throw it up to

[Ice Cube]

Check it hoe shut your mouth and get naked
I'm connected plus I'm makin' hit records
So, if you wanna win hop in and take a spin
That's W.C. and Mack 10
What's your name girlfriend
You can have some fun wit us lay in the sun wit us
Pack a gun wit us and make a run wit us
To these illegal amigos who wanna buy bald eagles
out my regals we shoppin' at Spiegels
So what you wanna do
Decision, decisions
And what you think about dick and pussy collisions
You're a irrisistable bitch and all that
Me I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on

Chorus, Repeat 2X:

Irristable bitch let's go
Where we goin'
Westward ho

[Mack 10:]

A nigga gots to get chose it's a house full of hoes
I suppose at least one of those want
Mister flossy with the kilos
You know it's quick fast shit it's all about the cash
Pauveted Rolex' and Benz' in the S class
Don't get it twisted nigga you know the word
Cube got the herb and I don't fuck with nothin' less than a bird
I make yo whole crew scatter what ya say don't matter
cause nigga you's a punk so tell yo bitch I need to holler at her
I take fo shows hop in my Benzo
I stomp my Chuck to the flo as I head Westward with yo ho
It's Mack 1-0 so fuck what she say
I put it down the G way
I'm gettin' head on the freeway.

Chorus

[W.C.]

Hoe you need some dick in yo life dick in yo life
like Jodeci I'm fienning to fuck you 'til your bleeding
you need to be rolling
with this cap peela, fuck that sucka for love lolly pop toe
lickin' ass nigga
See you say you want a real G so why don't you
play like Jayo Felony and bitch take a ride with me because I can
use a ho like you a bitch down to blast
and help me twist this
mutha fucking plastic because you're a true bitch from the westside
About five-ten, two-twenty with scars on your thighs
And that's they type of hoe I want down with me
so bitch get your ass in and let's rob the whole city

[Ice Cube:]

Did I mention I think about you when I'm benchin'
and running my trigger finger all through your extensions
It's intense dreamin' of a black picket fence
His and her nine's teach you how to rhyme on the mic
You Tina I'm Ike
Know you ain't a dike cause you seem to like
the way I lay pipe
Keep it tight let's put this mattress to the test
Yes, I must confess, I got some prior arrest
Fa show ya know we're goin' westward hoe
can you handle
half a chicken in the door panel
We at the mo' with a four-O and a joint
We got high, fucked around
and missed the drop off point

Chorus

[Mack 10:]

I put it down all around Westbound is where I'm headed
Since I keep my heat leaded if you trip you get wetted
We be huffing like hogs nigga who can see my crew
No better yet me and you nigga what you wanna do, fool
Cause all I do is wreck from the hip I teck
and when I come from the shoulders I straight Westside Connect
I got chickens by the flock I got the block on lock
Around the clock I sell rock so ain't a bitch I can't knock
So handcuff your trick if she's a good lookin' ho
cause dog I run with niggas that the Fed's is lookin' fo'
They wanna get us because our pockets is the fattest
And bitches be jockin' us because we got the baller status

[W.C.]

I want a janky bitch, a janky bitch,
a bitch straight down
penitentiary bound
with the qualifications of a hoe like you
C-sections tattoos stretch marks and bullet wounds
A rough bitch in a beanie the type of bitch that's down to do
a drive by on my enemies
like Mary J. you're all I need
when I'm in jail the kind of hoe that's down to keester me weed
Fantasies of you and me I keep
Having 'em at the park smoking on a hump sharing a tall can of Magnum
fucking in the back of the coup let's get it cracking
So pass the stick and tell me hoe what's happening

Chorus

This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin'
We all mackin' so baby how you actin'
This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin'
We all mackin' so baby how you actin'

Chorus

[Intro:]
[Ice Cube]
(Westsiiiiide!)
Hoo-Bangin' on the transformers
These trick-ass niggas quick to tuck they tail
But fuck that... you know how we git...

(Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!)

[Ice Cube]
It's the don go let'em know
Unwettable, ahh.. big fish incredible
Hoo-Bangin' on the white collars got a pile of dollars
Still rollin' Impalas
I'm bombin' on Common Sense
Chicago is mine nigga hit the fence
Intense kingpin nigga worldwide
And I bring sin when I wanna hoo-ride
Who died and who applied the pressure
Show me 3 niggas that's fresher
Westside Connect Gang oh yeah we talkin' shit
Nigga do you know who you fuckin' wit?

[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube is the lick Westside is the click
(Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X]

[Mack 10]
It's Mack 10 fool that nigga with heaters
Gauges revolvers techs and millimeters
You know how we hoo-ride when we collide
Niggas run but they can't hide
Cause its world wide (Inglewooooooooooood!!)
I'm jackin' and lickin niggas thats straight trippin'
Square ass niggas can't tell a ounce from a chicken
I fill you full of lead and I take you Big heads
So nigga watch how ya talkin' I'm still chicken hawkin
So hit the deck punk don't move my tech is bigger
And you'll be dead if I pull this trigger
So where the safe at I want the loot and the cavey
Yo money or yo life so punk act like you savey

[Ice Cube]
Mack 10 is the lick Westside is the click
(Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X]
-acap

[Ice Cube - talking]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation

[Nate Dogg]
Na na na na na na na na (Westside)
Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh)
Na na na na na na na na (what what)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na

[Chorus]
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck

[W.C.]
Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this
From the concrete when they chalkin' like this
And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back
Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that
It's a dub ass C thang dub C brain
And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains
I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd
It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal

[Mack 10]
Evacuate the building look here come a plane
No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang
And bump what you plain homey this who bang
With enough game to drive a swear broad insane
And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners
It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners
And Mack need a? in a H2 Hummer
Lookin hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go

[Chorus]
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck

[Ice Cube]
What the hell is Ice Cube talkin about
That's how you get these here parked in you mouth
Westside ride trick, the same old spit
I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit
I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashante
Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh)
You kinda but I'm with so my Andre got to be bomb rate

[W.C.]

Have you seen us, naw
Haters can't see us
Connect Gang we the G'est nigga
Countless calls and countless charges
Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban cigars
Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters
With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is
And to my G's incarcerated and on probation
I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation nigga

[Chorus]

Mack 10]
It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G
And the whole world influence by the b in the sea
Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me
Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry
And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlas and gluckas
Bangin for the hood causin havic and ruckus
You fools actin label kissin up like suckas
And your trick solder down when you pee lil bustas

[Ice Cube]
One thing I do know I ain't the uno
Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know)
I'd like to thank the congregation
In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation
I'm hard on them, yeah I'm ruthless
You like a stress sac, boy you useless
You know the side trick, better get up on it
Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin on it

[Mack 10]
Look check this out man
We got a Gangsta Nation goin down over here
So ya'll might as well bow down
And join this Westside thang man
Cause once you get with this
Partna you as G as can be
Believe that homeboy
It's like that
Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey
It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit

[Nate Dogg + (Ice Cube)]
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck

Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
(Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na