[Chorus]
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While your shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'
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Rollin' in my SUV (Westside Nigga)
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All my plus three thugs on the way to the club
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And when I come you got love for me
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Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)
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You know we're super super star (Staaaar)
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[Ice Cube]
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Everybody know jail records sell records
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Imma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked
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I got the formula double murder equal double platinum
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I know these bitch niggaz wonderin' why I'm bustin' at em
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The rich a famous ignoramus
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It's kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint us
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The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got
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Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot?
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Where's your drug spot nigga yous a was-not
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I cant bump your shit if you never was shot
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Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse
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You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hurse
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And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company
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Try to fuck your family out the royalty
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Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back
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Goddamn that nigga can rap
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[Chorus]
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[Mack 10]
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Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say
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It's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K
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No NO it don't matter how good you spit
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If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit
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Who gives a fuck if your money and game up to par
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Cause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star
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But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures
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Got these white kid fools like you some real as niggaz
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But most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me
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Cause I'm a Westside motherfucker Inglewood G
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And fuck sellin' records if I gotta get murd
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I'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work
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And it ain't but a few real killas and scrapers
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And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers
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And I can care less about a battlin' skills
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Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel
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[Chorus]
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[WC]
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Fucked up down the game is fucked up now
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This new rapper got shot and looked up now nigga
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Fuck a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface
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I got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderous
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Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you
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Got my gauge right at you
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Fuck Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol
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With my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle
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Cause murderin' vital cells and steels ain't real enough
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The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a fuck
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If I kill me nigga won't get shot in the heart
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I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park
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So bang this shit nigga hang that shit
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You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigga
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Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together
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Like cops a radars ash and A and R
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[Ice Cube]
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To all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelon
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Talk brokin' English and drug sellin'
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Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin'
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You got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'
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And if it got to be that way
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A nigga murder me a rapper today
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It just happened today
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So if I come clappin' your way
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It's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day
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Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous
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Bang this with a four five stainless
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Bang this and the bitches go painless
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Bang this if you want to be famous
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Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous
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Bang this with a four five stainless
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Bang this and the bitches go painless
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Bang this if you want to be famous
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Superstar (Double Murder = Double Platinum)
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| Westside Connection |
