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(mack 10)

Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella

I cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna

Moved to california blew the ***** up put the gangsta twist on

Her sunny southern cal it never snows

Niggas yellin has and hos we dumpin out of 64s

When it comes to the gun play we vets

Its west coast foe life no crew only sets

(ice cube)

Its the dog breathen through the smog

Im a hog of this gangster shit

Don of the click

All you suckas want to dis the pacific

But you buster niggas never get specific

Used to love her mad cause we *****ed

Her ***** whipped ***** 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 riznight and to my left

I see mother*****ers staring like they wanna step

So Im grabin my rusty screw driver

In case I got to cut ya deeper than vanessa del rios vagina

Finda notha crew of niggas that can ***** 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

While as the l.a. zoo its round two

I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a ratle bring

Rhymes and nines to the muther*****in 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 Ill berry ya

(ice cube)

Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die

Niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics

Freak *****es riches and hydrolics

Pull heat knock you off yo feet

Clear thewhole block both sides of the street

Even crips and bloods hear my thuds

Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from westside

(w.c.)

***** all you niggas Im yellin

This is maad circle to the fullest everybody 187um

Toons play the piano ***** a battle

Im socking rappers like mad man sontiago

cause you niggas aint impressin me plus you singin big red records

So nigga ***** what you tellin me

Sit down jr. you couldnt see me if you wanted to

Look yall it mack 10,cube and the double you

(mack 10)

I just had a scrap fo the neighborhood inglewood sterotype

Got to deal with the hype

Known to kick back with the fat sack ***** that

Where my gat at nigga trippin off my bulls hat

About to let loose with the chrome tray dude 5 shots

And I put holes in yo bandana

I push a benz you still rollin gs

So nigga miss me with the set trip

And start slangin keys

(ice cube)

When I say itchy citchy

Niggas get *****y *****y cause they heard of ah

Natural born murderah

Im like frankenstein is spankin time

Layin in the sunshine

With only one nine

Now who wants to bust with the never rust

Goin platinum plus every time I cuss

So ***** the whole world black niggas

Better hope I dont grow my jeri curl back

(w.c.)

Steper murderah stepin out a chevrolet

Sportin a beenie like marvin gaye

Stalkin walkin in my big black chucks

Standin tall in your freestyle session holdin my balls

Im peepin game like a ref in 95

cause niggas be foul and biten other niggas styles

But if youre biten this you better bring a dentist

cause sucking these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws

(mack 10)

Which way shall I go nigga what should I do

Should I bang with the red should I truce with the blue

Should I rock dope beats grab the mic and stay down

Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound

Shit I never knew that my nuts ah get bigger

Checkin major figures Im hangin with platinum niggas

Its mack 10 and Im inglewood swangin

No time fo bangin

But still got my cackeys hangin

(ice cube)

***** one love its 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*****in 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.)

Sucky ducky quack niggas aint knowin how to act

Sucka ducks play the back

Nigga use to dis now its turning around and like brandy

Mother*****ers wanna be down

With this west coast rap game I can give a *****

If you wasnt 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 (x2)

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