1.Threats to the World(Intro)
2.Call 9-1-1
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered With anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, cuz they keep it gangsta
Just face it, I blaze shit
Yo shit is basic, my shit is matrix
Make you erase shit
Niggaz won't say shit, but DJs you ain't shit
Cuz you don't play shit, unless it's that gay shit
I'm straight off the slave ship, my style is ancient
I'm rich and I'm famous, I'm on, I'm dangerous
I came wit that language, it's mad, it's brainless
You study at Cambridge, I'm fuckin' yo main bitch
Plus my ebonics is full, of gin and tonic, erotic
Yeah you got it, hypnotic, plus I got it, brrr
After nine eleven niggaz got patriotic
On nine twelve I'm like fuck it nigga blaze the chronic
Call nine eleven, then call your reverand
Then call heaven, here I come lord
Live by the gun, die by the gun
A eye for an eye when you live and die by this war
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered With anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, cuz they keep it gangsta
Yeah, now it's the mornin' after the night I just rolled
9-1-1 ain't a area code it's a gangsta mode
And I'm still in amazement on how I put it down
Emptied round after round rat-tat-tat was the sound
Now understand the situation, it was urgent
We, handeled this emergency urgently
I can't just have no nigga out there just workin' me, jerkin' me
Talkin' all kind of shit, dishin dirt on me, shit
He was a local nigga sheisty and didn't wanna pay up
So I got dressed in all black and loaded the K up
And all I could think about is revenge as I lit the J up
And even though it was late night, I still fucked his whole day
up
It was child's play, the youngster took me for a joke
Not knowin' Mack a maniac and I love the gun smoke
Make sparks in my barrel, shit flew through his apparel
Stupid motherfucker lost his life over dinero
Call nine eleven, then call your reverand
Then call heaven, here I come lord
Live by the gun, die by the gun
A eye for an eye when you live and die by this war
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered With anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, cuz they keep it gangsta
It ain't safe no fuckin' mo'
I swear on everything I love, my hood, my momma, my soul
This motherfuckin' Dub, is hall of bang nigga, I claim nigga
Like PCP to the brain, it's like kel runnin my fame nigga
White lightnin' I'm sippin', snickerin', slippin' the crip
And like a fiend, I tremble, shiver and them blow your doam to
smitherens
Act up, no actor, starch crease ragger
Dick harder than viagra, Dub push your ick backwards
Connect alumni, but the gun high
Bloods and crips and when we touch down we turn niggaz hoods
'til the guy
says grip
Squeeze lead, to the y'all dead, cuz I'm fucked up in the can
and I
Fuck a bitch over whether she can blew or all red
The industry most hated, nigga get at us, we ready, Dub, Mack
and Cube
Like Saddam, Bin Laden and no jag in the Chevy
Back again, momma there go that man again
Grab the gun, them niggaz on one
Call 9-1-1
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered With anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, cuz they keep it gangsta
3.Potential Victims
(Voice-Over)
Ice Cube, WC and Mack 10
The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer
Got 'em', look nigga, you fitted the scription
This is dedicated to potential victims
Because who's the fiction, ain't no fiction
Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission
To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz
To all my dark niggaz, I'm trying to spark niggaz
I want to shot niggaz, Not to mark niggaz
Fuck the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz
The hood most sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep nigga
Prosecuted from making your brain sweat nigga
And Crocker sense is the westside nickel
Were proud of you bitches of the back of the window, yeah
From Mo Jay, to MJ and Michael Tyson
They fucked up Saddam like my nigga gangsta mind
You don't have to be a Taliban to fill the per tarn
Don't walk the double-u, victims of the rare black and blue
I kicks in the door, waving a automatic
I'm mad as fuck, weaving hard as a asthmatic
Attitudes unpredictable, behaviour is boratic
Could snap at any time, and right now I ain't had it, bitch
Make no mistake about it, your life has just been threatened
(echo)
I clock-ed the camera, fuckin up the camera was working the
things
Like holding was drama dirtied my name
Mo money, mo drama, my nigga fuck the hype, flash the light
I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, c'mon
You look hard, act hard, in the backyard
front yard, lunch card, but the nigga run hard
I run yards, punk guards, nigga so large
If I get caught, nigga no charge
Here come a westcoast gangsta means cagey and creases
Plus a pink slip nigga, you punks is leases
My wife bentley got peanut butter guts like Reece's
Blood peeled niggaz is red like endangered species, fucker
In his age of terror, fear is the killer
One thing remains constant
The Westside motherfucking Connection
You might as well keep it gangsta
They've got a small under surveillance
Bitch you know the side
World motherfucking wide
Too many lost
Too many lost
4.Gangsta Nation
Artist：Westside Connection／Nate Dogg
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation
Na na na na na na na na (Westside)
Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh)
Na na na na na na na na (what what)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck
Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this
From the concrete when they chalkin' like this
And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back
Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that
It's a dub ass C thang dub C brain
And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains
I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd
It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal
Evacuate the building look here come a plane
No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang
And bump what you plain homey this who bang
With enough game to drive a swear broad insane
And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners
It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners
And Mack need a？ in a H2 Hummer
Lookin hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck
What the hell is Ice Cube talkin about
That's how you get these here parked in you mouth
Westside ride trick, the same old spit
I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit
I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashante
Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh)
You kinda but I'm with so my Andre got to be bomb rate
Have you seen us, naw
Haters can't see us
Connect Gang we the G'est nigga
Countless calls and countless charges
Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban cigars
Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters
With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is
And to my G's incarcerated and on probation
I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation nigga
Mack 10]
It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G
And the whole world influence by the b in the sea
Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me
Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry
And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlas and gluckas
Bangin for the hood causin havic and ruckus
You fools actin label kissin up like suckas
And your trick solder down when you pee lil bustas
One thing I do know I ain't the uno
Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know)
I'd like to thank the congregation
In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation
I'm hard on them, yeah I'm ruthless
You like a stress sac, boy you useless
You know the side trick, better get up on it
Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin on it
Look check this out man
We got a Gangsta Nation goin down over here
So ya'll might as well bow down
And join this Westside thang man
Cause once you get with this
Partna you as G as can be
Believe that homeboy
It's like that
Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey
It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
(Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
5.Get Ignit
Security, you all might as well throw me out this bitch right
now
'Scratching' Westsiiide
My garage, is not a mirage
I got a car collage for my entourage
We like, Dolomite when we stop at the light
'Cause the rims keep spinning
And the bitches keep grinning
And these niggas keep winning, so they must be sinning
'Cause all they do is party with a whole lot of women now
My grandmomma even called me a dummy
A ignorant little bastard, how I'm spending my money
I tell her, That's right you ain't as fly as your grandson
Handsome with a pocket full of randsome
It ain't tricking if you got it, pull it out your pocket
Baby, drop it like a hydrolic, shake it like you Super Sonic
MAke me pshychotic when that booty look bionic
So if you see the crowd moving
nigga don't get scared, it's just us players, c'mon
Just like your figures, I'm with my niggas
And we all with it, GET IGNIT
To all the bootyshakers, to all the moneymakers
Fuck the undertakers, GET IGNIT
Shake it all around, turn the party out
Pour Bacardi out, GET IGNIT
If you full grown, and you trying to bone
Fuck going home, GET IGNIT
I teach them way mean for the green
More muscle than a hawk, and whether it's soft or hard
I seals it all in for
And it ain't no sinking, we puts it down in front of ya
With a D cartel from CAli to Columbia
And I'm so hood with it, man it's hard to explain
Accuse anybody, my old geez is to blame
And I'm so cold with it, its like ice in my vains
Me deep in the game, I put a price on your brain
See me, I can double up twice with them things
Put her on a plane with them strapped tight to a frame
Fuck it, even move them on the bus or the train
Mack dime, the dope man, pushing dust 'till cane
When I bust throught green yards, when I'm back I'm fat
Got that rubber band cabbage, ten thousand a stack
I know them folks owe me homey, got me under attack
I'm still pulling on a Cuban with a big cover yack
Hit like Richter, king ignit
Who the nigga drinking yard liquor
Hitting up the nerighborhood watch members
Zoamed out with the candy broam out
Rag on my mirror with the brains blown out
Dub Cizzle, I'm in this streets not industry
It'll make no remedy for this penetentary tendencies
Bang loose with the strapped car keys
Seven figure nigga still bailing through the swap meat
Janky, I'm feeling the hanky, in the six double zero
Smoking weed, eating chilly cheese Frito's
When we're leathel, diamond great styles get you laid off
Fuck with Dub nigga, I'll knock your fresh braids off
Keep it understood, I bang the hood
No false hood, it's all good
On my mind I keep it all hood
Getting it, pussy I'm hitting it, drinking 'till I'm belligerent
Turn the stuff and watch Dub get Ignit
Keep it understood, I bang the hood
No false hood, it's all good
On my mind I keep it all hood (2X)
GET IGNIT
'scratch' Westsiiide
6.Pimp the System
Hold on let me see what this daddy here
Ok this the bitch here right now you know what i'm saying
Hey bitch, what's happening
Yea bitch, yea yea bitch I told you, I told you were gonna get
it
I told you you were gonna be able to get it
Don't you worry about it
I already know what you trying to say bitch
Yea bitch yea bitch only thing you do bitch is just go to work
Had on my bussines, get my money and don't get me no problems
And everything gonna be alright
(Whooa, pimp the system)
Because it ain't easy man
It may look glamour to you cause you see me ridin'
Snake skin down to the floor you hear
Platinum shoes and more
Diamonds on fingers and watches on arms
I'm telling you it may look easy baby
But you gonna have to work hard
To get to this point
See you at the top
I never pimp a ho, nigga pimp a CEO
Be my He-e-ro, make me mad as ze-e-ro
Im that ne-e-gro making it like itchy-ro
Ain't got time for no bow ass bitchy ho
Go to G-e-sale fuckin with them e-e-mails
I'd rather get my shit wide nigga e-e-mail
Fuck a sex slavior make what I just made
That bitch had to sell her pussy for a decade
And that's too much time for the brainy one
I'm on a daily run
To crack your cranium
Wrap uranium
Ain't nothin else
I pimp the system
Bitch break yourself
If they got scrilla
Then I'm gorilla
If they figure
I'm a killa
Cause I'm a nigga
Your prostitutes wear high heeled boots
My prostitutes wear three piece suits
Count your money nigga
Pimp the system cause the game is grossing
Everyone listen to what we're proposing
Quit the quickness, we'll trick the system
Skills that will impress'em and make this slaves victims
Oh no no no
No more hesitation cause our game is stronger
Taking over
On top of the world they'll never take us under
Bitch I'm a pimp
Mack daddy looking for the dollar
And that thirteen I drove a 6-4 impala
Gangsta
Young motherfucker full of izm always dicking
I don't kiss them, twsting, pimping the system
So vp's and presidents wherever you are
Just cut a fucking check and I can bring you a star
Then read up on the deal, make them throw in the car
I got a young lawyer bitch she just passed the bar
See I'm a pure rare pimp, but I told them I got
Young homie pussy don't pay you like EMI
Mack find the ho
Then sign the ho
Then put the bitch out and steady grind the ho
Hit the radio jack and then just like that
Bitch bring money back when the ass on the track
A pro watch them come
And I watch them go
And if you don't pimp the system
Then you's a ho, whoa
Bitch better have my money nigga I'm starv-o
I'm hard on the game like I'm hard on the cold
I treat rap like a trick
Nigga the tag on the bitch
Wrap through you rich
King Kong
The can of the bitch
State your order
Wipe them off and put them on a corner
And if she good
I take her on tour bring me ebona
I'm a rider, gangsta, wall spray painter
True banger, got nam-e, taking out enemies with my fingers
Now feds and undies when the gummy thristy homies
Looking funny I converted the street like the rap money
And now is all about the benjis and with this pen
Like pussy I pimp this lyrics like pimping cane
Leaning in my cadillac
Buffing on a De la Hoya checking ？ for neighboors and high power
lawyers
Cause i don't trust a bitch
I'm trying to stay way rich
Break the bitch nigga
Break this bitch
Pimp the system
My nigga Mack said
Pimp stands for put it in my pocket
So that's what i'm gonna do
While ya'll thinking about bitches in corners
I'm thinking about the beach and coronas
You know what I'm saying
7.Don't Get Outta Pocket
Artist：Westside Connection／K Mac
We live in la la, We smokin la la
Fuck wit the da, Boo boo ba ba
Nigga, Ha ha!
Get outta pocket, We might just whup yo ass
Pull out a rocket, We might just take yo cash
And when I cock it, We might step out and blast
But we ain't gon let that bullshit pass
I used to be a young phenom, Like lebron
Now I'm doin shit beyond, Geghis Kahn
Peon, You can't pass on deon
The best rapper in the world ain't a european
Look, Respect my gangsta, Nigga obey
And I been rich since my first pro day, Ask o shea
West ridin is my fotay
And will the hustle ever stop？ Nigga, No way
Niggaz can't fuck wit dub s c
Gang related and leavin 'em leakin like stds
C-Walkin out of the sc, Lettin the tech breathe
Till I rest in peace, Dub gon rep these streets
K Mac is the one, Nigga fuck neo
No love, Hit 'em up with the dub wherever we go
My game so cold, The hoes call me sub zero
Oh, You know that nigga pimpin ken？ That's my hero
It's catastrophic when I stop it
Atomic, Demonic, And off that chronic
It's Ironic, How I flip them phonics
So fucked up, The product of reaganomics
Shit, I heard the price of yo done went up
My gun buddy had a drop, So the pistola went up
The heater hot, Nigga burn ya skin up
The fo fifth hold a dime, And I shoot all ten up
I'm about guns, Fuck roses, I breeze over parole
Some man captured some folks, The locstas never fold
Bacon soda aromas, Niggaz swingin chrome motors
Dickey bombin folks and shootin out of stolen automotives
I got diamonds on my fingers and watch on arms
Stay out a nigga way and you won't be harmed
If I catch a bitch, I'll see for sure she'll be charmed
When I'm rollin through the hood, A nigga heavily armed
Shit, My life is like a rap show
I'm out the back door, Beyatch, So beware of the strap, Bro
Cause that's how my blast go
Ice cube is an asshole just like castro
Nigga, I spit Flames, Leave permanent scars
Connect gang bang and we g's about ours
And ain't shit changed, Still stripes and stars
And I'm done already, Ain't got but 4 bars
Holdin it down down down stoned down bustin rounds
Dub, Ghetto rich nigga since bow down
Squad down, Sendin flicks to my niggaz locked down
Doin dolas in streets wit my ragtop down
Yo, Write a book bout a nigga like me
I got loot like an athlete just signed wit nike
You lose ya life if ya ever get sheisty
Could mac ever run out of snaps？ Not likely
8.Izm
Yo, somethin dangerous man... (gangstaa...)
Woooo, do you wanna pimp wit this guy
Do a buck on a ninety-five
Run with them hookers when they payin sheen
Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta...
Shittt, don't play wit me, and in the game I'm as real as they
come
Threw the knife, baby, out of the sun
Even a susperstar, Cuz I'm a gangsta...
Now let's get one thing straight
You fuckin with a nigga thats liable to catch a case
I'll turn ya birthday into your worst day
Bitch I'll have you on a high-speed chase on the first day
Umm, try 'n throw, I'm so, affiliated
This greenery got me sedated, I'm feelin faded
Hood life, the life of a robber on chrome wires n switches
A nigga wit mo' crimes to riches
A ghetto jumpstart, Post it up with the tiny homies in my
momma's front yard
A hood pioneer, can't function without the smell of gunpowder
And fish fryin' in the air
I'm a sheist nigga, Check for ice nigga
Bitch, You got the wrong nigga if you want a nice nigga
I'm Dub C, fuck a MC, catch me in a MC on a buck twenty, Bitch
fuck wit me...
Some bitches don't believe I can spit that 'Izm
Till they wind up wit dick all in 'em.
Till they find theyself pullin' off denim
Intoxicated, off this venom
I kick game, big game, Nickname
Insane, Ice Cube spit flame
Yall niggaz gone feel it down-range
Body feel strange (Blah!!) No brain
I'm a throwback, that know how a gangsta do it and a hoe' act
Get off tha dick if you don't wanna blow dat
Cuz bitches trip the Bulls, act like Prozac.
Now there's Gangsta-ism, and tribalism
I'm only fuckin, wit survivalism
Fo-fo to the do' is my religion, Now wha's yours
Pray, before I bust yours...
Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, gangsta...
Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, I'm a gangsta...
Every time I come around bitches starin at me
Point nigga Mack 10 from the Dub S-C
Wit a L.A. fitted hat and a fresh white tee
Fulla flair and pizzazz but I'm a straight up G
Cocky cuz I'm rich, look good and I know it
But I'm confused on what to be, a deep boy or poet
Head is mandatory, bitch, there's so much to blow it
If I do fall for you I refuse to show it
So if you think I ain't pimpin, Man that shit is absurd
I stay hard on 'em, fulla 'izm, fuck what chu heard
You say you down for me, shit but thats only words
Wanna show me love bitch, I wanna play wit a bird
So regardless of the weather, bitch don't get the chedda'
And keep big daddy ridin' two-three's or betta
Wood on the dash wit the peanut-butta' leather
And like that Al Qaeda love we can blow up togetha', Holla...
Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, gangsta...
Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, I'm a gangsta...
9.So Many Rappers in Love
Aquarius, hahahaha, and my name is Larry
It's so many rappers in love
on the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
on the radio
Listen up motherfuckers
This is Mack 1-0, to all these niggaz on the radio simpin to
these hoes
What happened to the thugs, drugs and G hits？
Talkin all the soft shit just to please a Biz-Nitch
And some of y'all is street and know the gangsta mode
It's like this, fuck a bitch
And that's the G code
We used to sell raw kill and give toe tag
Now ever since 9-11 rappers wave a white flags
But me I keeps it gutter, just like before
I'm a warrior so I stay prepared for war
Ain't nuttin wrong wit spoilin a bitch, especially if you got it
Her suckin you, you fuckin her
Gettin freaky and earotic
But if it ain't ruff, it ain't me
And I refuse to turn R-A-P, in R＆B
You went from hardcore to pop
Just to be on top
I give Cool J his props and that's where it stops
(Connect Gang Nigga)
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
The pussy gets cream
Real niggaz ain't simpin, Oh noooo!!
I'm sick of niggaz, trick niggaz throw my radio in a ditch
nigga, cause all I hear is bitch niggaz
Fake ass R＆B thugs in hot as sweaters, with bullshit messages
and tight ass vests
Fuck hip hop, y'all need to call it simp hop
Sock that bitch in the back of her head and take the cock
Hoe shut up, I'm bout to load the fuck up
And if I hear another nigga in love I'm throwin up
Load it up, pick the gun up
I'm fed up, cause radio with wimp bitch men, I'mma fuck you
snuff heads up
Soft niggaz get the gay channel, when I slap an R＆B thug off his
motherfuckin piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the club
There's too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothafuckers stiff pussies
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
You used to be hardcore
What the fuck you lookin hard for nigga standin on the park fo'
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off drugs, extasy is turnin niggaz into soft thugs
Wit all these promises, showin straight bitches where yo mama
live
I know what time it is
I'm the game lord, here to punish you
For lyin to every bitch that your runnin to
Tryna show every hoe how fly you are
You's a motherfuckin fool if you buy the bar
I'm buyin two drinks, fuck you skanks
Both of em mine, what chu think
I gets full of liquor, pound a stripper
You gets drunk nigga, pull up wit her
Drivin yo shit, like it's her shit
Under the surface, you like her bitch
Make a nigga sick to his stomach
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
It's so many rappers in love
On the radio
It's so many fake ass thugs
On the radio
A baby, I used to be a gangster rapper
But right now, I like flowers, I love watchin birds in the park
I love takin long walks in the park
I just love you
I love watchin yo kids
I love, I just love poetry
I love you
10.Lights Out
Artist：Westside Connection／Knoc-Turn'al
Now that's cool
You know
I chill wit ch'all though a little bit
Fuck the ？？？
I ain't give a fuck about that nigga
And he came hittin my weed
He came drinkin my Hen'
Matter fact if I see him in traffic, even know y'all fuck with
him
It's on
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go (let's go)
Bitch I party all ？with me？ (get it crackin in this
motherfucker)
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more
On the mic I been a deamon since seamen
How you screamin'： Oh mama, here come that young O'Sama
With that Al-Quaida drama
Fuck no
It's the Dalai Lama, wit that West World Order
Now MC's Bow Down and treat me like Yoda
When they catch me in the corner after club
Like 'nigga whuut', they t'ow up the dub
So you can tell Samuel L. I'ma keep ac'in
You can even tell that motherfucker Jassie Jackson
Pay your child suport, keep your payments up
Put a rubber on and don't fuck wit us
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Bitch I party all ？with me？
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more
Mack pull up in the rag, Cevy layed the ass
And crumble green on a Zig-Zag and lacein' with hash
I keep a 9mm cocked and ready to blast
So when the phone jump off a nigga ready to smash
I drink my 'gnac out the bottle
I don't fuck wit a glass
And I ain't sip trippin dog, that's a thing of the past
And I stand this ？s？？ so my stamina last
And put hands on a motherfucker bout my cash
I was a stick up kid, I snatch your chain and dash
And if the punk-chop ？on it？ nigga I bound it fast
Or I'm creepin through your window breakin out your glass
Then I rob the whole party lookin through a ski-mask, c'mon
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Bitch I party all ？with me？
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more
From the land of the Lakers, bird brakers, Impala ？pedles？
While we chop dollars wit those in ？Superos？
It's the check a hoe, when the cutlass checkin doe
So so ghetto Dub S rep the (ball／boat)
Ball griddy but a crew a hog's wit me
And V.I.P. yo from mad dog 20／20
Dub C. chunkin up at 23th ？？？ better go swiss-ziss singin like a
？？
Lick 1, 2 to the nose my but was ？？？
Pick up ？？ trick my foe's posein' like the heisman
I'm burnin money, tryna slice some ？？ tummy (what)
Leave your panties gummy, have you walkin funny, trick
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Bitch I party all ？with me？
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Bitch I party all ？with me？
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need, and more
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh lights out
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh lights out
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh lights out
11.Bangin' at the Party
Artist：Westside Connection／K-Mac／Skoop／Young Soprano
Yeah, uh-huh..
Yeah this what we gon do：We gon fall through the hood
Scoop up the lil' homies, and hit the motherfuckin party, bang -
out
Dig what I'm saying？ we gon let them niggaz get they walk on
We gon get our ride on, and leave with a couple of bitches
and rep this Dub S thang to the fullest westside..like that
When the music is bumpin, and the homies give it somethin'
All the hoes is comin' and you KNOW they all fuckin'
Got the henny in glass, big puffin' on somethin
and the niggaz outside, and these bitches wanna fight
then them niggaz pulled up, and they deuces all wired
and you know we banged out, when the homies come around
One times always turning it up..
'cause we bangin' at the party!
(Ice Cube) We come through on that 22 shoe
In that SL500 chappell hill light blue..
In cal-aye, we hit the Vallet
You ain't got it like that, park in the all-ey, nigga
(WC) Get in line while we, spit the line for ya
Get inside where we, gettin' high
(Ice Cube) On the danceflo' with a, big behind
Nigga don't get mad cause your dick ain't mind
(Together) So when you see the westside up in V.I.P
Don't bring your ass up there and try to be Ali
(Mack 10) I'll beat your ass back down, just to be on TV
(Together) We know bad publicity'll sell another cd
(Dub C) Fuck with that (Ice Cube： fuck with this..)
and I fuck with the crys'
(Ice Cube： Only fuck with the dough)..Never fuck with you marks
(Mack 10) and if your just getting in, motherfucker you 'tarded
'cause we Bangin at the Party!
When the music is bumpin, and the homies give it somethin'
All the hoes is comin' and you KNOW they all fuckin'
Got the henny in glass, big puffin' on somethin
and the niggaz outside, and these bitches wanna fight
then them niggaz pulled up, and they deuces all wired
and you know we banged out, when the homies come around
One times always turning it up..
'cause we bangin' at the party!
(Young Soprano) Yeah, you know it's a white tee occasion
We in G formation, reppin' a G nation
I pull up three wheels, swangin' a rag fo'
Hop out with the sag low, strapped with the mag fo'
(K-Mac) It's cashflow, thick money rolls and thick hoes
(Young Soprano) We got those, and it's a party on the block loc!
....and it's a party on the block dawg..
(K-Mac) You know it's packed full of hogs, that's active and
hard on hoes
Handcuffin your broad, is a negative
The twenty third letter, I'm an O.G. and reppin this
(Young Soprano) Believe, Skoop never nervous to crack a hoe
Plus I got them sets on deck, servin like McEnroe
(K-Mac) K-Mac fa sho, I'll give you what you askin fo'
Why treat a bitch like a bitch, and let a hoe be a hoe
(Young Soprano) It's a Dub S-C thang, Soprano the name
H double O bang with the connect gang, nigga
Let 'em walk walk, let 'em walk (If your down with the connect
then ya..)
Walk walk, walk.. (If your strapped with a tech then ya..)
Walk walk, walk (If you represent your set then ya..)
Walk walk, walk (If you a neighbourhood vet then ya..)
Walk walk, walk (If the bitch won't fuck then ya..)
Walk walk, walk (Outline them niggaz with the chalk then ya..)
Walk walk, walk (If your sippin on that dark then ya..)
Walk walk walk, (Y'all niggaz don't want it)
When the music is bumpin, and the homies give it somethin'
All the hoes is comin' and you KNOW they all fuckin'
Got the henny in glass, big puffin' on somethin
and the niggaz outside, and these bitches wanna fight
then them niggaz pulled up, and they deuces all wired
and you know we banged out, when the homies come around
One times always turning it up..
'cause we bangin' at the party!
12.You Gotta Have Heart
Aah, yirr
Yearh, man
Wooh, yo
This rules everything man
I don't hurt ya
It will only make you stronger
In this game you gotta have heart
This hustle will break you down
Pull you apart
Homie, the same thing make you laugh, make you cry
And in the fastlane the strong survive and the weak die
That's the way the ball bounce and I often wonder why
But I nease it all
And not just a piece o' the pie
I used to hope and wish for everything I couldn't buy
was a young ghetto-boy that grew up in the eye
So I bowed to be a hustler and reach for the sky
And not only I'ma ballin'
Right now is mo' ta'
It's like a jungle sometime
You gotta hustle sometime
You gotta use your mind, mouth and your muscle sometime
You gotta grind
Stop looking for a savior
Use what the fuck I gave your (flavor)
I'm in the gutter-lane
With the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter
For my life's gutter-out
If I was right and called my mamma a bitch
It wouldn'ta took me this to to get this rich (I know)
I don't hurt ya
It will only make you stronger
In this game you gotta have heart
This hustle will break you down
Pull you apart
I don't hurt ya
It will only make you stronger
In this game you gotta have heart
This hustle will break you down
Pull you apart
I was raised
The young nigga was scwabble
In the city o' looks
No hope or rolemodels
The black sheep of the family destined to fell
Predicted to spend my whole life in a jail-cell
Fucked up and not believe in the hype
I know I would be more then a feelin
I zoomed up and see the light
Nigga, got my mind right
Nigga, got my grind tight
Now a nigga is gettin' paid to skip
Skip to the lime-light
See, we all got problems
But some need a dress
And so at night I hit my knees and begged him for my blessings
And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my stress
Nigga, continue to know how to dodge this Smith ＆ Wesson
And with his help I will perform in my best
And it's still hard with all this temptation and testenin'
If I'm wrong
Just accept it as a lesson
As I conquer all my enemies
And mashing with agression, Lord
I don't hurt ya
It will only make you stronger
In this game you gotta have heart
This hustle will break you down
Pull you apart
I don't hurt ya
It will only make you stronger
In this game you gotta have heart
This hustle will break you down
Pull you apart
Ain't never been shot like 50 Cent or 2Pac
Cuz' 2 shots is too many
Too hot to go in me
I've rather sit remmy
In the back of this Bentley
And only fuck with niggaz and you bitches that's friendly
Don't forgive what's so femm？Cup with my penny
I pull out the semi
Put hoe's up in Timmy
Just fuck it - it's Babylon
And nigga might have a bomb
Just like the Taliban
But I'm on neverland
I sit alone I my fo'corner room
Loaded ammo
Cuz' in these streets like there's a gamble
And Run-DMC, times is getting harder
So I'm taking of my gold-fandenellin' to the author
Old nigga say to young killers awaked you
But when you got it
Only few homies stay true
This game it's like russian roulette
We hustle to death
Mash for weather
Make the devil marker for cheddar
I don't hurt ya
It will only make you stronger
In this game you gotta have heart
This hustle will break you down
Pull you apart
I don't hurt ya
It will only make you stronger
In this game you gotta have heart
This hustle will break you down
Pull you apart
Yo!
WON'T YOU JUST STOPPING FUCKING WIT US？
You know what I'm saying
You take what you got
I take what I got
JUST STOP FUCKING WIT US!
You're motherfuckers got everything and your still complaining
You motherfuckers got everything and you still ain't have it
It's you're world MOTHERFUCKER!
AND YOU'RE AIN'T NEVER GONNA GET IT RIGHT!
BIIIIATCH!!!
13.Terrorist Threats
'an open microphone can be dangerous'
(duck nigga, westcoast)
I can make a promise now to take your life
(westside, bustin' that janky..)
I can be that threat that make you change your life
(duck nigga, westcoast)
I can make a promise now to take your life
(westside, bustin' that janky..)
It's about fuckin' time
niggaz ta came up with some real shit
and start bustin'on you bitch niggaz and kill some shit
high shells and cocktails, rags on faces
a terrorist fuckin' it up in chucks with fat laces
in my cutoffs I stand with triggery canon
nah bitch, I ain't from the Taliban I'm from the niggaban
westside, roll 'em motherfuckers up
call me Dub McVeigh about to blow this motherfucker up
We got you niggaz scared like a snitch and a gangsta cook out
and when the meter read red all cowards get took out
back with more firepower than before
to us a nuclear bombin' is just a drug war
and I got no gangstarizm and stardom
and got niggaz shakin' that ain't even from Harlem
spit rapid fire down in the whole place
and it's hard to breathe with duck tape on your face
I'm from that WSCG car
beat you up in ER from my PR
nigga, superstar, smokin' on a cigar
little homies know who the OG's are
been the shit since '86 and even right now
and gotta brag to this bitches 'bout my lifestyle
no mistake the westsider for Al-Quieda
this ain't soopafly nigga I'm a spida
'an open microphone can be dangerous'
14.Super Star
While your shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV (Westside Nigga)
All my plus three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)
You know we're super super star (Staaaar)
Everybody know jail records sell records
Imma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked
I got the formula double murder equal double platinum
I know these bitch niggaz wonderin' why I'm bustin' at em
The rich a famous ignoramus
It's kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint
us
The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got
Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot？
Where's your drug spot nigga yous a was-not
I cant bump your shit if you never was shot
Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse
You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hurse
And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company
Try to fuck your family out the royalty
Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back
Goddamn that nigga can rap
Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say
It's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K
No NO it don't matter how good you spit
If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit
Who gives a fuck if your money and game up to par
Cause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star
But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures
Got these white kid fools like you some real as niggaz
But most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me
Cause I'm a Westside motherfucker Inglewood G
And fuck sellin' records if I gotta get murd
I'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work
And it ain't but a few real killas and scrapers
And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers
And I can care less about a battlin' skills
Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel
Fucked up down the game is fucked up now
This new rapper got shot and looked up now nigga
Fuck a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface
I got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderous
Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you
Got my gauge right at you
Fuck Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol
With my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle
Cause murderin' vital cells and steels ain't real enough
The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a fuck
If I kill me nigga won't get shot in the heart
I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park
So bang this shit nigga hang that shit
You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigga
Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together
Like cops a radars ash and A and R
To all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelon
Talk brokin' English and drug sellin'
Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin'
You got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'
And if it got to be that way
A nigga murder me a rapper today
It just happened today
So if I come clappin' your way
It's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day
Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the bitches go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous
Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the bitches go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous
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