Текст песни Westside Slaughterhouse - Feat. Ice Cube & WC - Ice Cube , Mack 10 , WC

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
Westside