1.Bend A Corner Wit Me
Artist：Ice Cube／Khop
I see you, Over there, Lookin like somethin wrong
Cause I'm over here, Sittin on some chrome
Shotgun to the dome
Bend a corner wit me
When shit get boring, I jump in some foreign
Explorin through my neighborhood, All to the good
Ain't the finest order riches
Still got ordinary bitches to jehovah's witness
Tryin to get wit this
Know I got the green thumb, Hustler you never seen one
Extreme fun, Wit this mean one
But you'll never get none fuckin wit them broke hoes
Pinnochios, Fuck around and get a broke nose
That's ya fate when we congregate
It's the great writer, Exponium big spider
Tighter than virgin cocks, At the mall like dispurge a lot
Like these niggaz servin rocks
But I'm servin rhymes, Two cds at a time
Like it's weight, Ice cube the great
Bend a corner wit me, We can ride to the store
Do it like friends do, What I'm into？
Everything on the menu, Wit extras on it
Cmon baby and jump up on it
Chorus 1
This one is strictly, For niggaz rollin 750s
And it's polished from the 60s
Bumpin that cube shit, Do shit, I bet the wheels fall off
Before the skills fall off
Throw up the dub, Got more cocks to rub
And if you don't, I done got this far without yo love
Hoes want the nigga in the t-shirt and rolex
And y'all still get the .9 up out the kotex
Got the o.z., And the x.o
Broads get fatal, And don't wanna let go
Incredible, Nigga who you rap like？
Come out the movie, Who you act like？
It's the don, Still rappin 2000 and beyond
Tryin to come up on another million
Chorus 2
Chorus 1
From the gate, Khop want the whole plate
Want my drink and eat the whole cake
And won't wait until another nigga say go
I lay low wit the tweed and the yayo
And play po, And stop niggaz knackin
Still keep the set crackin
All about the cheese and how it's stackin
And plus, It's mo cheddar down the line
Ain't no better time for me and a gang of niggaz on the grind
Tryin to get the income, And then some
Stash a little bit and spin some
Keep it poppin till the end come
Can't stop it, Then shawties wanna grip
24／7, Money got a nigga whipped
Chip after chip, But if I slip
Have the homie send me o.t. and work the flip
Cause the world is payola
Silk the spot and left connect on ya wall in a black crayola
Chorus 2
Cmon baby and jump up on it
Cmon baby and jump up on it
Cmon bitch and jump up on it
Cmon bitch and jump up on it
2.Natural Born Killaz
Artist：Ice Cube／Dr.Dre
Journey with me
into the mind of a maniac
doomed to be a killer
since i came out the nutsac
im in a murderous mindsate
with a heart full of terror
i see the devil in the mirror
BUCK BUCK, Lights out
cause when i get my sawed off
niggaz get hauled off
＊Barrel one
touches your motherfuckin flesh
＊Barrel two
shoots your fuckin heart out your chest
you see Im quick to let the hammer go click
on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
fool its your bad time
feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
like your name was Sarah Conner
decapitatin I aint hesitatin
to put you in the funderal home
with a bullet in your dome
Im hot like lava
you got a problem？
I got a problem solver
and his name is revolver
its like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
and your frozen inside a boddy bag
nobody iller
than this grave yard filler
cap peeler
cause im a natural born killa
Terror illistrates my era
now i cant hang around my momma
cause i scare her
Im quick to blast motherfucker
(yeah whats up)
it feels like im bustin a nut
when i open you up
cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
all you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
cause im givin dirt naps
comin with them bomb ass raps
to make your lungs collapse
perhaps, you never sleep
cause evertime you doze
you catch blows to the motherfuckin nose
aint seen the sun, in 66 days
let me count the ways ^in a fucked up maze^
I never ever ever made a ho stay
but Im down with Dre
like AC is down with OJ
so fuck how your livin
Im the unforgivin
psycho drivin
murdera
its authentic
dont panic
i cant stand it
God Damn it
Scizophrenic
so FUCK CHARLIE MANSON
Ill snatch him out of his truck
hit em with a brick
and I'm dancin
Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla,
And I dont wanna die
I DONT WANNA DIE
I DONT WANNA
I DONT WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE!
I dont understand the logic in my dreams
but i understand i like the sound of Sireens
terrified screams from the streams
of Strycnine
dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine
cause motherfuckers wanna violate
now they stiff and cold
and they pupils wont dialate
ITS SO MUCH PAIN
MIGRAINE
headache
I can hear his bones break
he steps in the single door
gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes
like that dude up in Singapore
so Im a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer
now Im suicidal, just like Nirvana
Tic Toc
Toc Tic Toc Tic
Dr Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
keepin niggaz in order
makin there live shorter
ready to slaughter
cause to me a life aint worth a quarter
or a dime
mushroom's got my mind
hallicinatin
aint no debatin
im creatin an escape
route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so dont even think about tryin to stop me
cause i cant wait
im out the gate
on the for realla
a thrilla
or a natural born killa
GI-GI GI-GI GAGA
THEY CALL ME DADA
6 million ways to murder
choose one
lose one soul
bodies turn cold
natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night...
3.Bow Down
Artist：Westside Connection
(ICE CUBE)
Tha world is mine nigga get back
Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked
About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don
Big fish in a small pond
Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook
but I shook they worm and they hook
Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me
when Iam tipsey
Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi
Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring
We got your woman so pucker up
FO we fuck her up
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll
Fo the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please
Before any of you guppies get heart
Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down)
(MACK 10)
I take ten steps and I draw
Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood
addition
I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental
The Westside connects with me and south central
And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the
Philly's
Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they
call Billy
Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda
Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola
Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss
My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus
Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene
king-
Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices
So reconize these real G's take the cheese
The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold
D's
Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California
style
But in tha mean while in my town you got to
BOW
Hook
Bow Down when you come to my town
Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz
we aint no haters like you
Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than
you
End Hook
(W.C.)
Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a
beanie the shadiest
nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide
my locs on let
my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing
bang run away run
away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O to D to the
S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and
plain which
means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in
the rap game
Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when
you come around
keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's
affiliated fuck a
studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk
walk the walk
Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin
head off
nigga
I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh
Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff....
Hook
(ICE CUBE)--Spoken
(Yea lemme tell you sumthin)
(gangsta's make the world go round)
(you aint gotta clown)
(But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town)
(Make them other fool's BOW DOWN)
4.Bop Gun(One Nation)
Artist：Ice Cube／George Clinton
At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun.
We unleash you a positive light. The bop gun can do you no harm.
It frees yo mind, so yo kind can follow. (Yeahhh.)
So wide you can't get around it
So low you can't get under it
So high you can't get over it
IIIIIIII, can't get over it
Well all right!
Attention all radio station jocks ...
haw haw, got to be groovin' jammin' on yo box.
The Mothership Connection is upon you again.
Yeah, workin' up a sweat, is it wet yet？
[Ready or not, here we come
Getting down for the one which we believe in]
Verse 1： Ice Cube
1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce
Ice Cube comin' with the half ounce
Not Just Knee Deep, jeep fulla smog
A, To, mic, Dog
Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine
How much longer will you be mine？
And I'ma tell ya, I don't like drama
So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama
'Cause Bertha Butt did her fuckin' boogie with her crew
But I'd rather fuck you, boo
And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum
Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, buckin' shit
One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it
Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son
And hit you with the bop gun
Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Gonna be freakin' up and down
Hang up really late
The groove I only got
We shall all be moved
Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down for the one which we believe in
[One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{Yeah.}
Dance, sucka, dance!
{Yeah, heh heh. And it don't stop. Sheeeit.}
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Aw, feet don't fail me now! Ha ha!
Do you promise the funk {yep}, the whole funk,
Nothin but the funk？
{Hit you with the bop gun, heh,
Buss a cap with my bop gun,
Gotta hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, 'cause I'm the top gun...}
Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep, come on}
[Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down on the one which we believe in]
Verse 2： Ice Cube
If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys
Playin with our toys
M-1, cuz everybody's gotta have fun
Under the sun, under the sun
So rough, so tough when I get down
The disco fiend with the monster sound
I wants to get fucked up when I'm chillin', whoa
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in
You let her funk me 'cause my funk is the best
Comin from the West
Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation
motion of hips
Hittin them dips, cd skips but I'm straight
As I bounce, rock, skate, now I'll toast to that
If it's rough, make the girls say
'Do that stuff! Aw, do that stuff!'
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun
[One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{Trick! Yeeah!} Jus hit 'em with the bop gun!
[One nation under a groove {heh}
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{Get up with the bop gun...}
[One nation under a groove ('bout time we got down, one time)
Gettin down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh}
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[One nation under a groove (now everybody say)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction]
{Get 'em with the bop gun...
I'm a' blast with the bop gun ... heh heh ...
On yo ass with the with the bop gun ...
I'm talkin' trash with the bop gun ... yeah
And it don't stop
And it won't stop}
Here's my chance to dance my wayyy,
Out of my constriction
(Yeahhh, feel the shit now!)
{Oh shit}
... hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there!)
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there!) {Oh yeah}
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there!)
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there, nigga!)
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there!)
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there!)
[Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Feet don't fail me now]
(That's right!)
[Do you promise the funk
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Ooo, feet don't fail me now ....
Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd ...
'Bout time I got down one time]
(Can I get down one time)
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo bitch go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got Daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale
Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin' for the theme from the Black Hole
Now I'll big bang you with my black pole
Flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail？
I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun
(Ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one which we believe in)
[One nation under a groove
(Here is my chance to dance my wayyy)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (One Nationnnn)
One nation and we're on the move
(Get it on my good foot, good gawd)
Nothin can stop us now]
(Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
[One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(Now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!)
[One nation under a groove
(Can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(Uh huh, uh huh, one nation)
[One nation under a groove
(Can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[One nation under a groove (Ooh yeah)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (Ooh yeah)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
[One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us nowwwwww.]
5.Check Yo Self
Artist：Ice Cube／Das Efx
Intro：Das EFX
Yeah! Word is bond!
Das EFX in this yaknowhatI'msayin
Straight from the sewer, word is bond!
Yeah! Yah! Ah-yeah! We doin this with my nigga
Where my nigga？ Ice Cube in the motherfucker
Word is bond! (Yeah!)
Verse One： Ice Cube
You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cos I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms
Doin foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain
And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!)
Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough but don't call me DoughBoy
This ain't no fuckin motion picture
A guy or bitch-a, I'll get wit'cha
And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck
So you better run a check
Chorus One： Das EFX and Ice Cube
self
Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
Hook： Das EFX
Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)
＊repeat 2X＊
Verse Two： Ice Cube
Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they bitchmade pullin out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle, caise that's a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow
I gotta new style, 'WATCH OUT NOW!'
I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin shit in the holding tank
First you wanna step to me
Now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin up in ya slow
You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck
You better run a check
Chorus Two： Das EFX and Ice Cube
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Hook
Verse Three： Ice Cube
If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!)
I got six and I'm aimin em
Will I shoot or keep you guessin
Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin
Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good
There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!)
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead
The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit
Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs'
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check
Chorus Three： Das EFX and Ice Cube
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
Hook
Chorus Three
Hook 3X
6.Endangered Species(Tales From The Darkside)
Artist：Ice Cube／Chuck D
Verse One：Ice Cube
Peace - don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin sucotash
Livin large, tellin me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure？
that I can say peace and the gunshots will cease？!
Every cop killer goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
Cuz I'm the one with the trunk of funk
And 'Fuck tha Police' in the tape deck
You should listen to me cuz there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
The other color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside...
Verse Two：
You wanna free Africa, I stare at yuh
Cuz we ain't got it too good in America
I can't fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was plain and simple
The 9mm went to the temple
was the sound I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with trash I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun
It's gettin critical - I stole a 5.0
I let it go - drive real slow
I yelled out 'Ice Cube sucka'
The shot-gun kicked - and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last album
when I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But to the light side it don't matter none
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the darkside...
Verse Three： Chuck D
Standing in the middle of war
In the middle we flex
When we die, we won't make +Jet+
+Ebony+ can't see to the lightside
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cause I'm comin from the coroner
Sayin my rhymes with a Ph.D.
Who's black - don't wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin
Who the fuck are they foolin？
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face
as they wonder whats under my waist
thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet Cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!
7.Trespass
Artist：Ice Cube／Ice-T
How many bullets can your back hold, suckin from the HK
The red dot's on your dome, from the light ray
Boom bam bust oh shit kid, your head is a pile of puss
I'm kickin up much dust, the nigga ya can't trust
This is my shit, my hood, my turf
My gold, my grip, whatever the fuck it's worth
I don't need nobody comin in my territory
tryin to rip a nigga off and fuck your fuckin sob stories
Take a good look at my motherfuckin jacker
About to feel the wrath, of a greedy ass cracker
Pale as snow, so you know the hoe stand out
Comin in my hood with his hand out
Tryin to get over on the black, but the motherfuckin mack
will put a fuckin slug in his back
And with the boom ping ping, it ain't no thing to blast
on greedy motherfuckers that trespass
Chorus
Olly olly outcome free, here come the G
I'm saggin, and Enter the Dragon like Bruce Lee
I gots to get mo' money mo' money
Can't get pussy with no money
See I'm kind of greedy, cause all my heroes
got zeroes in back of a one
Here's my gun, about to get paid at last
But now I'm gettin covered, in dirt and grass, kick it
The madder I get, the higher the debt, the deeper you get
The thicker the sweat
Cause I'm a nigga with fat clout
But ya in, but ya gotta get back out
No easy job, for some suckers is out to rob
Crosshair on your dome and your mind's blown
You wanna go home... ain't that a bitch？
Cube, dig the ditch (yep)
Chorus
I got a full time job of takin suckers out
Breakin em off, yea word, I love revokin clout
Test me, stress me, who could the best be？
The teflon nine go through vests G
But when you're greedy you don't care about life itself
You're chasin extreme wealth
You can't be trusted cause trust ain't in the fuckin game
Scandalous is your fuckin name
I'm the motherfucker you're stuck wit
Ice Cube -- 'Wronnnnnnng nigga to FUCK WIT!'
I'm rich, pitchin a bitch about gettin mo'
The big fish, swimmin in big dough
The G backstabber, I got ta have a
Lexus Coupe, when I troop
with the ski mask, gotta get the cash
My homeboy ain't home, so fuck it I'll trespass
8.It's A Man's World
Artist：Ice Cube／Yo Yo
(Ice Cube)
Women they're good for nothing no maybe one thing
To serve needs to my ding-a-ling
I'm a man who loves the one-night stand
Cause after I do ya
Huh I never knew ya
Cause to kick it man it gives me the fits
They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits
Ice Cube won't wait so give it up cow
After we do it you can go home now
I'm a brother with a big long...
(Yo-Yo)
First of all let me tell you my name it's Yo-Yo
When down on a girl first the fist and that's a no-no
Yo-Yo thinks the kitchen sink should be thrown in
Niggas be scheming and fiending to stick the bone in
No, Yo-Yo's not a hoe or a whore
And if that's what you're here for
Exit through the door
There's more
To see of me but you're blind so
Women like me are fading brothers in the 9-0
(Ice Cube)
Ay what up buttercupper Miss Yo-Yo
I know you like to rap and like to flow so
But when it comes to hip-hop this is a man's world
Stay down and play the playground you little girl
(Yo-Yo)
What you're saying I don't consider it as rapping
Cause you're on rewind and I'm the new what's-happening
It never fails I'll always get respect
And you lose so take a rain check
(Ice Cube)
Hell no cause you know that I'm first and you're second
If it wasn't for me you probably be pregnant
And barefoot complaining that your back is aching
Shaking and faking while I'm bringing home the bacon
(Yo-Yo)
Well you're mistaken
It's not going that far
I make brothers like you play the back yard
You used to flow with the title but I took it
Bring home the bacon but find another hoe to cook it
(Ice Cube)
Damn it look it
Cause you're talking a lot of bull
(Yo-Yo)
Well I'm not your puppet so don't even try to pull
(Ice Cube)
This is a man's world thank you very much
(Yo-Yo)
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch
(Break)
(Ice Cube)
Ah Miss Yo-Yo so what gives
I hear females always talkin about women's lib
Well get your own crib
And stay there
Instead of having more babies for the welfare
Cause if you don't I'll label you a gold digger
The name is Ice Cube you know that I ain't the nigga
For you to look at when your hair get nappy
So take a piece of the pole and be happy
(Yo-Yo)
Hell no because to me you're not a thriller
You come in the room with your three-inch killer
Thinking you can do damage to my backbone
Leave your child in the yard until it's full-grown
I'm a put it like this my man
Without us your hand would be your best friend
So give us credit like you know you should
If I don't look good you don't look good
(Ice Cube)
I doubt it baby cause we're still most dominant
(Yo-Yo)
But you don't know how funky that I can get
(Ice Cube)
This is a man's world thank you very much
(Yo-Yo)
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch
(Break)
(Ice Cube)
Man women I put a lot of fear in em
Cause I had it up to here with em
Drink a beer with em
No way cause I can only deal with em about an hour every day
Yeah if you know what I mean baby
(Yo-Yo-)
Well I guess now that I think about it I think maybe
If you was more of a man instead of faking it
Women deserve the credit when they're making it
(Ice Cube)
Yeah so what's the problem
(Yo-Yo)
Well I think we solved it
I know they know the best male from who's doggin it
(Ice Cube)
Yeah I admit you can flow
(Yo-Yo)
Well that's true
(Ice Cube)
But you see I'm a pro with the bank too
(Yo-Yo)
Yeah I can see you got it good
(Ice Cube)
Oh that I know
(Yo-Yo)
But you see you're not better than Yo-Yo
The brand-new intelligent black lady
(Ice Cube)
You're kinda dope but you still can't fade me
(Yo-Yo)
So what up then
(Ice Cube)
Girl what you tryin to do
(Yo-Yo)
To prove a black woman like me can bring the funk through
(Ice Cube)
This is a man's world thank you very much
(Yo-Yo)
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch
(Ice Cube)
Or a big butt...
9.West Up!
Artist：Ice Cube／Wc／The Madd Circle／Mack 10
Intro：WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
('Throwin up the W' -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up？
('Throwin up the W' -- Ice Cube)
All you busta ass niggaz out there
I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the house ('Throwin up the W')
My nigga Ice Cube ('Throwin up the W'), Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it nigga
Chorus： WC
Front back side to side
We be givin it up, till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta erupt
So motherfucker West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse One： WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my chest
Walkin with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood
West coast till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse Two： Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches
allowed
On the turf where the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! for life
Chorus
Verse Three： Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West coast rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, with that W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West
No gold teeth, you gets a wreath
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
Christmas day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
We don't call it five-oh, we call it one time
It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine weighs a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was won？
Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be brothers
But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors
West Up! nigga
Chorus
Verse Four： WC
Give it up, give it up
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
Where niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle
full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the shit till I die
WestSide
Chorus
WestSide!!!
('Throwin up the W')
10.Game's Over
Artist：Ice Cube／Scarface／Dr.Dre／Too$Hort
Intro：Too $hort
Man, what's up with these niggaz out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggaz gettin money
Better get it while the gettin is good
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle
than you
Get yours, get yours baby
Verse One： Dr. Dre
I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont understand
know what？ Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans
to blow up, will he style like this
everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray
stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again
some try to assault Dre, its still cavi
Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I givin livin definition long as my hearts tickin
I fought and made the world listen
Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented
turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60
inches
I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over
rap master with the Houston heat holder
these playas best to get they shit in check
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck
Chorus： Ice Cube
Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo cheese
Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No)
Verse Two： Scarface
Buck the whole world
meant that, gotta stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats
Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin
When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine
reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my face
with the nonsense, cause I always heated and you can taste this
Audi little something out the seams a my trousers
with no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya
I down ya, so let your people know what they face
with the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and everybody dies outside
there aint no escapin the Reaper so dont try
Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step？
Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
Chorus
(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)
Verse Three： Dr. Dre, Scarface
Smokin weed I never trail, I lead
spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket
money, Gs
but these are the things real playas do
talkin shit is real things that the hatas do
I'm namin you
shit thick, its time to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter
skelter
Dear diary, I'm runnin outta pages
Fadin, in and out, takin purple hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the last stages
Red skys institute, the silent horns playin
Im prayin with tears in my eyes
Cuz Im tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin
But they eyein my bank account with beams on my rover
the killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over)
Chorus
11.Wicked Wayz
Artist：Ice Cube／Mr.Mike
(Cube)
Ha,Ha,Ha
That's right nigga
Southwest connection (straight up)
Servin' more than peanuts bitch
Niggas tryin' to stay rich
(Mike)
How many ways...can a killa get paid？
(Mike)
How many niggas want a gansta boogie
I see the junkie in your eyes
What do you see me when you see me
A G in disguise
Been hypmotized since '85 with gansta shit
All you niggas get live and represent my click
Got bits and pieces on my mind commin' together like lettuce
Dear God protect us, cause we're mobbin' like Good Fellas
Alias Carlion, maybe the war is on
Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown
If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villian
Chillin' with millionares, ex-killers, and set-trippers
My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha
Slip ya worse than New Jersey Drive niggas
Cause I'm in a
Rush to bust straps like mack-10's
When I'm strapped in
A '95 Impala
Breakin' like Vegas for my dolla
While I'm commin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' who gonna
test
The southwests connect when it ain't shit you possess
Yes we got the endo
Splurgin' in Benzo
Turnin' virgins to nymphos
Look what 'cha in fo
A 'G thats gonna let his khakis sag
Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, franch braids and rags
Byatch
(Chorus)X2
How many wicked wayz, can a gansta' get his pays
When he's trapped in a maze
(Cube)
I represent the phrase that says crime pays
Bitches can we fuck, niggas' can we blaze
(Cube)
I treat bitches like puppies
I got a plate full of guppies
Appropriate dish for the big fish
Niggas' rich
They have my straps
Women with gaps
Now they wanna' sit in my laps and listen to raps
But no
Heard a nigga' tight named Mr. Mike
Had to catch a flight, its only right
Stepped of the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper
Killa was the caper
Lets make some paper
(Mike)
See we can't get enough of this gansta' shit
Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click
Lets take riches
Witness two niggas' dome in the killa' zone
Bring your killa' chrome
Cause we headed to the terror dome
Some niggas' never make it home
As long as you got your front
I got your back, its on like that
And like this
Let the weed blow, cause all you G's know
Who got the wickedess flow
The criminiminals
(Chorus)X2
(Cube)
Say What
Niggas' wanna' short my cuts
Say what
Niggas' wanna' check my nuts
How you sound
Ganstas' make the world go 'round
Guppies bow down
I'm with some killas' from H-town
Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA
Find out where he stay
Locate my gate
Catch him in the hall
Make his ass call
And then I want ya'll to kill cousin's and all (Ha,Ha,Ha)
They won't believe all the heat I bring
From Palm Springs
Niggas in line to catch the ring
Of the dyin'
Keepin' it calm, so talk slow
Cause you'll never know
When I'm ready to blow
I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips
Make a lot of cookies filled with chocolate chips
The Westsides always been down with the South
With Suave mother fuckin' House
(Chorus)X4
12.Two To The Head
Artist：Ice Cube／Kool G.Rap／D.J Polo／Geto Boys
'Ladies and gentlemen...
Ladies and gentlemen... let's get together
and give a great big round of applause to
to a new group...' [Scarface laughing so loud sample is
obscured]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh shit
Scarface is on the mix
So yo, suck a nigga dick
Or make a nigga rich, or somethin, BITCH
See I come from the place known as the South Park Zone
Talkin shit ain't into clickin take your punk ass home
Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck
Hit you in the chest with a motherfuckin tec and watch you jump
So die motherfuckers die motherfuckers die
Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin, fry
One nigga you can't fuck wit
Cause I'm a born killer with the mind of a lunatic
So bring in bodybags when I start bangin
Cause I'm leavin motherfuckers laid out, with they brains hangin
Straight gettin down for mine
And I'll fuck up a bitch, cause I don't mind dyin
So feel me drill me, put a bullet in my head, but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckie
5th Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead in your bed now I'm ready for a long fuck
Necromance that ass for a minute
And split that motherfuckin click when I'm finished
You punk bitches be retreatin
Freddy and Jason runnin home with their mouths bleedin
So welcome to the Slaughterhouse trance
5th Ward Texas Chuckie's Concentration Camp
You punk motherfuckers fled
And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin head
Buck him down, buck him down, come again
Two to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass til the end
With my pistol, runnin from Da Lench Mob
is How You Survive in South Central
Kick the instrumental, run and get your bigger crew
Cause it's Judgment Day, and Ice Cube is Terminigga 2
Pow pow buck buck pow buck
Your name is Stucky Mack, now you realize that you're fucked
Two to the brain I leave a migraine
Have you coolin like a vegetable, but you're not edible
It's the incredible, buck your ass from head to toe
Audi 5000, don't wait for the Feds to show
Cause they'll have me go up up the river
Where the white boys'll try to make a nigga
walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape
around the handle, gotta let em know what I stand for
In the chow line, now is the time
See the trustee, walk up from behind
Real quick shank shank, leave his ass red
Motherfucker dead, from two to the head
See where I come from the crime rate only rises
The murderers disguise in all ages shapes and sizes
Bitches picked up and dicked up, niggaz they gettin stuck up
Give up what you got, or get your ass shut the fuck up
Run em down and gun em down yeah that's how we do it
Niggaz get killed, and then filled with embalmin fluid
Step to the niggaz that I'm checkin
Pull out the tec and I reckon you'll get murdered in a second
Bang with the nine, boom with the pow
Motherfuckers are fallin and crawlin on the ground
Snitches get stitches, bitches that act snotty
inside the parties even the hotties get turned to bodies
Now I heard, they got other places that's similar
But I represent, New York you fuck around I'm killin ya
A whole block of cops patrollin when I'm rollin
And if my pockets are swollen you know somebody sick I've stolen
Yeah you niggaz get ripped, when my clip, goes in the
S-M-I-T-H W-E-Double-S-O-N
Or the reliable revolver
And like I said before, it's the motherfuckin problem solver
So bring it on nigga, get brave
It's plenty motherfuckers gettin sent to early graves
Cause when a nigga gets fed
Then all you motherfuckers get two to the fuckin head
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