Lyrics:
my heater right by my side
Won't stop mashin till I get my prize
Even if you blind we can make you see
The perfect combination Nate and Warren G
see the blood, that mean the creep start workin
N****s never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin
Skid marks
the f*** away from n****z you got no business,
we don't give a f*** about nothin', we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure s***, uncut.
[Chorus: x
week
Tonight's the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist
All we need's some chronic
MONEY MAKE THE WORLD SPIN, N#### BE THE PAWNS THERE WAS A TIMES WE WERE KINGS BUT THEM DAYS LONG GONE
S#### GOT MACKED BY THEY MASTERS BUT NOW THEY
a Mack-10
Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axes
Which want to y'alls want to fuck with me?
The police are gonna have to come and get me
We stompin'
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
I'm Khadafi
Rolling in a six-tre jalopy
They want to give me ten in the pen cause I'm smelling like Hen
My skin is my sin
My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N
when ya bread right
Smashin off when the feds strike
Nigga flyer than med flight
In 10 days I'm on 10 flights whipping 9 11's all night
I call it
bagin' for the whole G Nation n****
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G
And the whole world influence by the be in the sea
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
Wind up lock n load like Gun Jack
Dark greeting to yo head now yo health bar wack
Took time off now it’s return of the Mack
Rhymes sharp and still
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
rocks, like heavy metal
I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei
When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-see-M'n
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Hawkins, foreign my car when I'm mashin'
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch
scope.
Smackin' those actin', tough as Tinactin,
fall up in your hood increase your
brain with the mack 10, stacked N's
seventeen's on the benz and burn up
roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar
Intro (Faltip and Gift of Gab)
Yo, yo, you
What up Gab?
What's crack-a-lackin?
Yeah, whodis?
Gift of Gab (what?), N.A.S.A. (yeah), Fatlip
Ohhhhh
escapades
Steadily show my pedigree so thoroughly to the B-o-n-e like chemotherapy
Sex and triple x you ready to wed next, relax baby you need plenty
bitch
Goldie Loc,
My nephew Silkk the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got something for the ladies too
Mia X, run this bitch
Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator
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