[Ice Cube] If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty Fuck your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney Trigger fingers get itchy, when niggaz get bitchy 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 niggaz that's with me, all my bitches are picky To ride around us right on time, bitch you know it's tricky Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy When we hittin' that whiskey, all my niggaz get pissy Don't fuck with no sissy, all we bumpin' is missy If you know where I am, motherfucker come get me I'm a man not a Mickey, all my niggaz 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
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[W.C.] Barracuda with it, call security Fuck 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 niggaz thought, motherfucker this is Lench Mob Dub make the trigger knock, talk shit 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
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[The Game] Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) Nigga you better know it It's the Don Dadda Jr. slash motherfuckin' 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, niggaz do the same thang Throw up your dubs like Wu-Tang, who bang harder than that nigga bailin' through your hood with two chains Swangin' like his nuts, 'cause he don't give a fuck Bout no nigga that ain't bangin' in no khakis or some Chuck's It's that Westside, Connect'd with that nigga who flow so wreckless He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I'll bet this motherfuckin' Coast ain't got shit after me Ain't have shit 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, motherfuckers
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