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INTRO:(ICE CUBE)Brrrgh!Ai!Ai!In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speakVERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick styleAnd pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOWThere's ten million ways to dieChoosin Mack and hit the boopin floosinOff this gang-bang musicSo all I'd wanna got the room stumpedI'm smokin,make dough like TrumpCookin ??? to they chunk,punk!Straight off dust,nigga trust I bustAnd cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with usIt's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,niggaThe forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,niggaI'm not an MC,I'm not a GI mean I'm A-to fuckin-Z and everything in betweenRappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullestAnd my hood ain't never dodgin bulletsIt's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ipsColours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga!Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooWhat's this my ??? low-grader systemThat takes puff B-I-itches on the premisesNigga be dissin on a down lowSo now my motto's:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckersI'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album coversCross em out and put a'KThen no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays*Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC*'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!Inglewoooood!Nigga! To South Central L.A.!VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sickAll these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat(Brrgh!)Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fadesAnd Cango's backwards with dark-ass shadesNo switchblades,nigga,we shootsThat's how it is on the West when you're true to your rootsSo kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clownNigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs downCheck it!Ho shut your mouth and get naked!I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this recordNo R&B tracks,just niggas on waxKickin facts with these gang-bang rapsEvery nigga in the industry wanna rap with meLike it's all good,you ain't from my hoodNigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your formI'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you!Nigga get off,this shit is wackedFuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajackSpit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissilYou're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't lovin none of yaAnd even the female rappers are gettin smackedStabbed in the titties and kicked in the backCos I'm a westside Connection histaBored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbersCHORUSINTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE)Brrrgh!In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speakVERSE THREE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)Now you can cross out the busters and snitchesB-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitchesFrom the niggas I know in the streets I run throughSwear to god bitch,real it ain't one dog and no(body)So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakinAnd keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakinI'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit itThis Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with itUse to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugsFuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugsBe all surprised,everybody diesFrom Columbian neckties covered with frightYa fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggotsI shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt youSo when I pull my spray-can to sprayI'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin dayI once knew this bitch by the name of Q-TipWho claim he had a problem with this gangsta shitBehind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-inTill this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippinTied his ass up and threw him in the truckPut an apple in his mouth and dug his ass outI ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashedIn a trash bag with a cue-cover in his assCHORUSOUTRO:(ICE CUBE)Don't go chasin waterfallsStick to them dicks and balls you're used toPunk ass motherfuckers!Brrrrgh!more