(Mack 10) Microphone check 1-0 from the west coast beller and tella I cuss like a sailor, when you see her shes a gonna Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on Her sunny southern cal it never snows Niggas yellin' hey's and ho's, we jumpin out of 64's When it comes to the gun play, we vets It's west coast for life no crews, only sets
(Ice cube) It's the dog breathin' through the smog I'm a hog of this gangster shit Don of the clique All you suckas want to dis the pacific But you buster niggas never get specific Used to love her, mad cause we fucked her Pussy whipped bitch with no Common Sense Hip hop started in the west Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest
(W.C) Now as I look to my riz-zight and to my left I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdriver In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina Find a-notha crew of niggas that can fuck with this Lyrical bully, given verbal bruises to crews, fool You must be on dick, dope and dynamite How you figure, speed on before you get peed on, nigga
(Mack 10) Fool what side is you Red or the blue Wild as the L.A. zoo, it's round two I ignite, grab the mic, tight strike like a rattle Bringin' rhymes and nines to the mutherfuckin' battle So sun down to sun up, run up with my gun up All brakes get to pumpin' They know a nigga dumpin' You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier Mack 10, the nigga with the heat that'll bury ya
(Ice Cube) Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die Niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics Freak bitches, riches, and hydrolics Pull heat, knock you off your feet Clear the whole block, both sides of the street Even crips and bloods hear my thuds Fee fie foe fum: hey nigga, where you from? (Westside!)
(W.C.) Fuck all you niggas, I'm yellin' This is M.A.A.D. circle to the fullest everybody 187um Toones play the piano, fuck a battle I'm socking rappers like mad man Santiago Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me, plus you singin' big red records So nigga, fuck what you tellin' me Sit down junior, you couldn't see me if you wanted to Look ya'll, it's Mack 10, Cube and the "W"
(Mack 10) I just had a scrap for the neighborhood Inglewood sterotype Got to deal with the hype Known to kick back with the fat sack, fuck that Where my gat at? These niggas trippin off my Bulls hat About to let loose with the chrome trey-deuce Five shots and I put holes in your bandana I push a Benz, you still rollin' Gs So nigga miss me with that set trip And start slangin' keys
(Ice Cube) When I say gitchy-gitchy Niggas get bitchy-bitchy cause they heard of the Natural born murderah I'm like Frankenstein, it's spankin' time Layin' in the sunshine With only one nine So who wants to bust with the never rust Goin' platinum plus, every time I cuss So fuck the whole world black Niggas better hope I don't grow my jheri-curl back
(W.C.) Stepper, murderah steppin' out a Chevrolet Sportin' a beanie like Marvin Gaye Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Chuck's Standin' tall in your freestyle session, holdin' my balls I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95 Cause niggas be foul and bitin' other niggas' styles But if you're bitin' this, you better bring a dentist Cause sucking these balls're give your ass lockjaw, fools
(Mack 10) Which way shall I go, nigga, what should I do? Should I bang with the red or should I truce with the blue? Should I rock dope beats, and grab the mic and stay down? Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound? Shit. I never knew that my nuts'd get bigger Checkin' major figures, I'm hangin with platinum niggas It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swingin' No time for bangin' But still got my khakis hangin'
(Ice Cube) Fuck one love, it's the bloody glove, killin' honkey hoes Leaving blood stains on Broncos In a Hertz rental, I drive on the 405 Is he dead or alive? Mother-fuck court, took another snort Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport So I can catch a flight away from the drama Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas
(W.C.) Shucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowin' how to act Sucka ducks play the back Niggas used to dis, but now it's turning around And like Brandy, motherfuckers wanna be down With this west coast rap game I can give a fuck If you wasn't down at first you can buck these nuts Transformers get stole on boom (BOOOM) Get the picture killa Cali, home of the body bags, nigga
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