Westside Connection - Westside Slaughterhouse lyrics

Westside!

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 bitch up
And put the gangsta twist on her
Sunny Southern Cali, it never snows
Niggas yellin' "HEY’S!" and "HO'S!"
(Woooo)
We jumpin’ outta 6-4's
When it comes to the gun play, we vets (Agh)
It's West Coast for life no crews, only sets

Well, it's the dog! Breathin' out the smog
I'm a hog of this gangsta shit
Don of the clique
All you suckas wanna diss the Pacific
But you busta niggas never get specific
Used to Love HER, mad ‘cause we fucked a
Pussy-whipped BITCH with no Common Sense
Hip-hop started in the West!
Ice Cube bailin' through the
East without a vest

Now, as I look to my riz-zight and to my left
I see motherfuckers starin' like
They wanna step
So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdriver
In case I gotta cut ya deeper
Than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
Find a nother crew of niggas
Who can fuck with this
Lyrical bully givin' verbal
Bruises to crews
Fool
You must be on dick
Dope and dynamite how you figure?
Speed on before you get peed on, nigga (Yeah)

Fool, what side is you? Red or the blue?
(Who?)
Wild as the LA zoo, it's round two
I ignite, grab the mic tight
Strike like a rattle
(Ahh)
Bring your rhymes and 9's
To the muthafuckin' battle
(Woo ooh)
So sun down to sun-up, run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumpin'
You know a nigga dumpin'
You dread like a Rasta when
I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 that nigga with
The heat that'll bury ya

(Oh-I, oh-I) Do a walk by
And watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs, thangs and narcotics
Freak bitches, 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 nigga, where you from?
(Westside)

Fuck all you niggas, I'm yellin'
This is MAAD circle to the fullest
Everybody 187
(Yeah)
Toones play the piano, fuck a battle
I'm sockin' rappers like mad man Santiago
(Arghh)
‘Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me
Plus you signed to Big Red Records
So nigga, fuck whatcha 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"

Ice Cube: Westside’s on the map!
Mack 10: Niggas rappin’ since the ‘70s
And still never went gold!

I just had a scrap for
The neighborhood Inglewood stereotype
Gotta deal with the hype
Known to kick back with the fat sack
Fuck that!
Where my gat at? These niggas
Trippin’ off my Bulls hat
(Oooh)
About to let loose with the chrome trey-deuce
Fire shot and I, put holes in your bandana
I push a Benz, you still rollin' G's
Nigga, miss me with that set trippin’
Start slangin' keys

When I say gitchy-gitchy!
Niggas get bitchy-bitchy
‘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?
Doin' platinum plus every time I cuss
So fuck the whole world, black! (Fuck ‘em)
Niggas better hope I don't
Grow my jheri-curl back

Step up, murderer! Steppin' out a Chevrolet
Sportin' a beanie like Marvin Gaye
Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Chucks
Standin' tall in your freestyle session
Holdin' my balls
I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
‘Cause niggas be foul and
Bitin' other niggas' styles
(Ugh)
But if you're bitin' this
You better bring a dentist
‘Cause suckin' these balls'll give
Your ass lockjaw
Fool
(Woo-oooo)

Which way shall I go? Nigga
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 outta town
And flip this pound?
Shiieet! I never thought that
My nuts'd get bigger
Checkin' major figures
I'm hangin’ with platinum niggas
It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swangin'
No time for bangin'
But still got my khakis hangin'

Fuck one love! It's the bloody glove
Killin' honkey hoes
Leavin' blood stains on Broncos
In a Hertz rental
I drive on the 405 is he dead or alive?
Mother-fuck 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

Aww! Shucky Ducky, quack quack!
Niggas ain't knowin' how to act
Sucka ducks play the back
Niggas used to diss
But now it's turnin' around
And like Brandy
Motherfuckers wanna be down with this
West Coast rap game, I can give a fuck
If you wasn't down at first
You can buck these nuts
Transformers get stole on (BOOM)
Get the picture killa Cali
Home of the body bags
Nigga!
(Ugh)

Ice Cube: Westside’s on the map!
Mack 10: Niggas rappin’ since the ‘70s
And still never went gold!