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zuò cí : Bud' da, Ice Cube, Mack Ten ... |
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INTRO: ICE CUBE |
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Brrrgh! |
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Ai! Ai! |
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In about four seconds, a gangsta will begin to speak |
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VERSE ONE: MACK 10, ICE CUBE, WC |
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Well it' s the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style |
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And pullin 211' s ever since TAADOOW |
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There' s ten million ways to die |
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Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin |
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Off this gangbang music |
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So all I' d wanna got the room stumped |
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I' m smokin, make dough like Trump |
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Cookin ??? to they chunk, punk! |
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Straight off dust, nigga trust I bust |
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And cross em out and put a' K if they ain' t down with us |
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It' s off the hook, nigga, I' m a Westside crook, nigga |
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The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books, nigga |
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I' m not an MC, I' m not a G |
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I mean I' m Ato fuckinZ and everything in between |
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Rappers like gangbangin cos I' m in it to the fullest |
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And my hood ain' t never dodgin bullets |
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It' s all about the Bloods and Crips, no one triips |
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Colours and dips, bitches and chips, nigga! |
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Wooooooooooooooooo |
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What' s this my ??? lowgrader system |
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That takes puff BIitches on the premises |
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Nigga be dissin on a down low |
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So now my motto' s:' Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast' |
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New School, Old School, I hate you motherfuckers |
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I' m steady plottin, cracklin my ass wit' cha album covers |
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Cross em out and put a' K |
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Then no Saint days, nigga, then run the fuckin holidays |
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Chorus : Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC |
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' Ey! I Cross ' Em Out and Put a ' K! |
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Inglewoooood! |
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Nigga! To South Central L. A.! |
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VERSE 2: MACK 10, ICE CUBE, WC |
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Goddamn nigga! This shit make me sick |
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All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat Brrgh! |
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Busters get sprayed wearin hightop fades |
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And Cango' s backwards with darkass shades |
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No switchblades, nigga, we shoots |
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That' s how it is on the West when you' re true to your roots |
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So kill the action, punk, hootchie bitches clown |
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Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down |
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Check it! Ho shut your mouth and get naked! |
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I' m Connected and ain' t no bitches singin on this record |
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No R B tracks, just niggas on wax |
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Kickin facts with these gangbang raps |
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Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me |
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Like it' s all good, you ain' t from my hood |
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Nigga, I don' t even like your shit, I don' t like your form |
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I' m true, your through, nigga FUCK you! |
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Nigga get off, this shit is wacked |
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Fuck that, I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack |
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Spit on ya, shit on ya when I get on your pissil |
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You' re goin up and your fuckin cos I ain' t lovin none of ya |
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And even the female rappers are gettin smacked |
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Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back |
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Cos I' m a westside Connection hista |
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Bored from a lover dishin nothin but ? foolers? and dirty rubbers |
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CHORUS |
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INTERLUDE: ICE CUBE |
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Brrrgh! |
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In about four seconds, a killa will begin to speak |
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VERSE THREE: MACK 10, ICE CUBE, WC |
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Now you can cross out the busters and snitches |
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BReal and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches |
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From the niggas I know in the streets I run through |
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Swear to god bitch, real it ain' t one dog and no body |
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So watch what you say, who ya talkin bout, ya tweakin |
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And keep hogs out' cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin |
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I' m sick wit it, cappin' cha dome till I hit it |
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This Westside Connection, Cypress know they can' t fuck with it |
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Use to get kisses and hugs, now I' m servin ya slugs |
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Fuck BReal and Muggs, y' all niggas ain' t no fuckin thugs |
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Be all surprised, everybody dies |
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From Columbian neckties covered with fright |
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Ya fuckin maggots, ya fuckin faggots |
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I shoulda hurt you, every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you |
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So when I pull my spraycan to spray |
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I' m sprayin CHK all motherfuckin day |
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I once knew this bitch by the name of QTip |
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Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit |
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Behind closed doors, runnin his mouth like a trickin |
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Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin |
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Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck |
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Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out |
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I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed |
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In a trash bag with a cuecover in his ass |
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CHORUS |
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OUTRO: ICE CUBE |
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Don' t go chasin waterfalls |
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Stick to them dicks and balls you' re used to |
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Punk ass motherfuckers! |
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Brrrrgh! |