Brrrgh!
Ai!Ai!
In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak
Well its the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
And pullin 211s ever since TAA-DOOW
Theres ten million ways to die
Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin
Off this gang-bang music
So all Id wanna got the room stumped
Im smokin,make dough like Trump
Cookin ?? to they chunk,punk!
Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust
And cross em out and put aK if they aint down with us
Its off the hook,nigga,Im a Westside crook,nigga
The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga
Im not an MC,Im not a G
I mean Im A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos Im in it to the fullest
And my hood aint never dodgin bullets
Its all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips
Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga!
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Whats this my ?? low-grader system
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
Nigga be dissin on a down low
So now my mottos: "Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers
Im steady plottin,cracklin my ass witcha album covers
Cross em out and put aK
Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays
Ey! I Cross Em Out and Put a K!
Inglewoooood!
Nigga! To South Central L.A.!
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 Cangos backwards with dark-ass shades
No switchblades,nigga,we shoots
Thats how it is on the West when youre 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!
Im Connected and aint 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 its all good,you aint from my hood
Nigga,I dont even like your shit,I dont like your form
Im 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
Youre goin up and your fuckin cos I aint lovin none of ya
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
Cos Im a westside Connection hista
Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers
Brrrgh!
In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak
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 aint one dog and no(body)
So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin
And keep hogs outcha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin
Im sick wit it,cappincha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they cant fuck with it
Use to get kisses and hugs,now Im servin ya slugs
Fuck B-Real and Muggs,yall niggas aint 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
Im 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
Dont go chasin waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls youre used to
Punk ass motherfuckers!
Brrrrgh!
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