(feat. The Game, W.C.)
[Ice Cube]
If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty

$#&@ your monkey $$# up, like Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy, when ^!$$%z get (*##$y
And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki

Pull your green in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm spiffy
If they lock me up today I'll be back in a jiffy
All my ^!$$%z that's with me, all my (*##$es are picky

To ride around us right on time, (*##$ you know it's tricky
Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy
When we hittin' that whiskey, all my ^!$$%z get pissy

Don't $#&@ with no sissy, all we bumpin' is missy
If you know where I am, mother$#&@er come get me
I'm a man not a Mickey, all my ^!$$%z love hickies

that don't go away 'til you're well in your sixties
All I'm wearin' is Dickies, don't try to evict me
When we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open Nikki's


[Chorus - X2]
And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it


[W.C.]
Barracuda with it, call security

$#&@ the dress code, I'm in a white T with jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back
In the club with your baby mama in my lap

Lookin' fly like I got a pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic cologne
Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick guap

What you ^!$$%z thought, mother$#&@er this is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk %#@!
I'll put additional air condition holes in your Bentley top

And shorty got 'em gettin' low, I rich rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause they 24's
Still spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda

Bustin' more gun powder than gun towers
Down South, y'all can Screw it, it's the West, too truest
Keep the party jumpin' like do it fluid and never lose it


[Chorus - X2]
And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it


[The Game]
Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) ^!$$% you better know it

It's the Don Dadda Jr. slash mother$#&@in' poet
Sit back and take notes while I spin like hundred spokes
My flow is razor sharp, I'm comin' straight for your throat

With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him when his chain hang
East Coast, Down South, ^!$$%z do the same thang
Throw up your dubs like Wu-Tang, who bang

harder than that ^!$$% bailin' through your hood with two chains
Swangin' like his nuts, 'cause he don't give a $#&@
Bout no ^!$$% that ain't bangin' in no khakis or some Chuck's

It's that Westside, Connect'd with that ^!$$% who flow so wreckless
He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I'll bet this
mother$#&@in' Coast ain't got %#@! after me

Ain't have %#@! before Cube except a W.C.
The Maad Circle is back, with mad purple in fact
I'm bout to join the Lench Mob, that's me squirtin' the mac, mother$#&@ers


[Chorus - X2]
And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it