(feat. Ice Cube, Mack 10)

[Ice Cube]

1, 2, 3, 4
Get you a (*##$ up on the floor
You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)

You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)

[WC]

To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
Bang, crease the starch
Uh oh, here we go again

Off the chain, that Dub SC gang
State yo name


[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube mother$#&@er


[WC]
What's your name


[Mack 10]
Mack 10 mother$#&@er


[WC]
Well bang on, swang on
Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on

Get my green on, with my white sling on
Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging
Three wheels, make the heat squeal

This Westcoast %#@! is the %#@! that we built
Who wanna bust with or $#&@ with him, and confess
Y'all can't $#&@ with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it

Dub C, from that Dub SC
Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man


[Chorus]
Walk, walk
^!$$%s let me see you walk

Walk, walk
(*##$es let me see you walk - 2x
To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH

Calling all cars, ^!$$%s look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start


[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube mother$#&@er, I represent this

Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice
All you (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s are defenseless
Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids

It's sunday school, I run you fools
You ain't gone do %#@!
I got the flip %#@!, to plant

Spit it like I'm gone spit it
^!$$%s wanna get it, but they won't admit it
I'm connected and committed

All the way bided, while you bull%#@!ted
I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
Mother$#&@ers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out

^!$$%s gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying $#&@ ya
My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla


[Chorus]


[Mack 10]
It's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit
For ^!$$%s that walk off that funkadelic %#@!

I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
And let one off for the gangbang addicts
Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove

And I'm the gangsta rap ^!$$% that the D-Boys love
Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club
I hit the do' ^!$$%s speak, I hit em up with a dub

And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin
Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging
Fin to bust a (*##$ to give head, that's eating the jaw
And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes
Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya ?

And ain't no ^!$$%s in the game that can beat this group
Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim
We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain

To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH

Calling all cars, ^!$$%s look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start [x2]

[Chorus x2]


[ad-libs]