WESTSIDE CONNECTION - cross 'em out and put a 'k lyrics
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INTRO:(ICE CUBE)
Brrrgh!
Ai!Ai!
In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak
VERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)
Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
There's ten million ways to die
And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW
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 motherf**kin dollars on my books,nigga
I'm not an MC,I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to f**kin-Z and everything in between
And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets
Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest
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
Nigga be dissin on a down low
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
So now my motto's:"F**k every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School,Old School,I hate you motherf**kers
Cross em out and put a'K
I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers
Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the f**kin holidays
*Chorus : 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!)
And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades
Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades
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 F**K you!
Nigga get off,this shit is wacked
Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil
F**k that,I bust you in the can with a motherf**kin propajack
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
You're goin up and your f**kin cos I ain't lovin none of ya
Cos I'm a westside Connection hista
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers
CHORUS
INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE)
In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak
Brrrgh!
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
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't f**k with it
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
F**k B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no f**kin thugs
Be all surprised,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya f**kin maggots,ya f**kin faggots
I shoulda hurt you,every motherf**ker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherf**kin 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
I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out
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 motherf**kers!
Brrrrgh
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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
There's ten million ways to die
And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW
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 motherf**kin dollars on my books,nigga
I'm not an MC,I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to f**kin-Z and everything in between
And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets
Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest
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
Nigga be dissin on a down low
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
So now my motto's:"F**k every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School,Old School,I hate you motherf**kers
Cross em out and put a'K
I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers
Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the f**kin holidays
*Chorus : 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!)
And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades
Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades
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 F**K you!
Nigga get off,this shit is wacked
Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil
F**k that,I bust you in the can with a motherf**kin propajack
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
You're goin up and your f**kin cos I ain't lovin none of ya
Cos I'm a westside Connection hista
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers
CHORUS
INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE)
In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak
Brrrgh!
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
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't f**k with it
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
F**k B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no f**kin thugs
Be all surprised,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya f**kin maggots,ya f**kin faggots
I shoulda hurt you,every motherf**ker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherf**kin 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
I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out
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 motherf**kers!
Brrrrgh
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