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westside connection - westside slaughterhouse كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ice cube]
westside!

[mack 10]
microphone check 1-0 from the west coast bailer and teller
i cuss like a sailor
when you see her she’s a goner, moved to california
blew the b-tch up and put the gangsta twist on her
sunny southern cal, it never snows
n-ggas yellin’ ‘hey’s and ‘ho’s
we jumpin’ outta 6-4’s
when it comes to the gun play, we vets
it’s west coast for life, no crews, only sets

[ice cube]
well, it’s the dog, breathin’ out the smog
i’m a hog of this gangsta sh-t, don of the clique
all you suckas wanna diss the pacific
but you buster n-ggas never get specific
used to love her, mad ‘cause we f-cked her
p-ssy-whipped b-tch with no common sense
hip-hop started in the west
ice cube bellin’ through the east without a vest

[wc]
now as i look to my riz-zight and to my left
i see motherf-ckers 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 v-g-n-
find a-notha crew of n-ggas that can f-ck with this
lyrical bully, given verbal bruises to crews, fool
you must be on d-ck, dope and dynamite. how you figure?
speed on before you get peed on, n-gga

[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
bring your rhymes and nines to the m-th-f-ckin’ battle
so sun down to sun up, run up with my gun up
all brakes get to pumpin’, you know a n-gga dumpin’
you dread like a rasta when i lock like a terrier
mack 10, that n-gga with the heat that’ll bury ya

[ice cube]
oh ah, oh ah, do a walk by, and watch everybody die
n-ggas into gangs, thangs and narcotic
freak b-tches, riches, and hydraulics
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—ay n-gga, where you from? (westside!)

[wc]
f-ck all you n-ggas, i’m yellin’
this is m.a.a.d. circle to the fullest everybody 187
toones play the piano, f-ck a battle
i’m socking rappers like mad man santiago
‘cause you n-ggas ain’t impressin’ me
plus you signed to big red records, so n-gga, f-ck 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”

[hook 2x]
ice cube: westside’s on the map!
mack 10: n-ggas rappin’ since the ‘70s and still never went gold!

[mack 10]
i just had a scr-p for the neighborhood
inglewood stereotype, gotta deal with the hype
known to kick back with the fat sack, f-ck that
where my gat at? these n-ggas trippin’ off my bulls hat
about to let loose with the chrome trey-deuce
five shot, and i, put holes in your bandana
i push a benz, you still rollin’ g’s
so n-gga miss me with that set trippin’, start slangin’ keys

[ice cube]
when i say gitchy-gitchy, n-ggas get b-tchy-b-tchy
‘cause they heard of the natural born murderer
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 f-ck the whole world, black (f-ck ‘em!)
n-ggas better hope i don’t grow my jheri-curl back

[wc]
step up, murderer, steppin’ out a chevrolet
sportin’ a beanie like marvin g-ye
stalkin’, walkin’ in my big black chucks
standin’ tall in your freestyle session holdin’ my b-lls
i’m peepin’ game like a ref in ’95
‘cause n-ggas be foul and bitin’ other n-ggas’ styles
but if you’re bitin’ this, you better bring a dentist
‘cause sucking these b-lls’ll give your -ss lockjaw, fool

[mack 10]
which way shall i go? n-gga, 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? sh-t
i never thought that my nuts’a get bigger
checkin’ major figures, i’m hangin’ with platinum n-ggas
it’s mack 10 and i’m inglewood swingin’
no time for bangin’, but still got my khakis hangin’

[ice cube]
f-ck one love, it’s the bl–dy glove, k!llin’ honkey hoes
leaving blood stains on broncos
in a hertz rental, i drive on the 405
is he dead or alive?
mother-f-ck 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

[wc]
ah, shucky ducky, quack quack
n-ggas ain’t knowin’ how to act
sucka ducks play the back
n-ggas used to diss but now it’s turning around
and like brandy, motherf-ckers wanna be down with this
west coast rap game, i can give a f-ck
if you wasn’t down at first, you can buck these nuts
transformers get stole on (boom)
get the picture, k!lla cali, home of the body bags, n-gga

[hook 2x]
ice cube: westside’s on the map!
mack 10: n-ggas rappin’ since the ‘70s and still never went gold!

- westside connection

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