(feat. WC, Young Maylay, Keith David)
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[Ice Cube]
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My ego, is big as Heathrow
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Yup this a lethal, easy as a free throw
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Yes this negro, is rather lethal
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You about as lethal, as a mojito
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Be my amigo, eat my burrito
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You a fuckin seagull, up in Francisco
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I'm up in a Regal, still in my pea coat
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Murder's what she wrote, this is mo' evil
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This is less than zero, don't be a hero
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Nigga I'm a pharaoh, with double barrels
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Goose bumps, hair rose, when I shoot these arrows
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at your Camaro, pullin down Melrose
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Still down with Elkos{?} 'til the fuckin cell close
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Nigga don't test me, you're gonna fail those
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They should arrest me, blow like Dizzy Gillespie
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I don't aim where yo' vest be (bang)
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[W.C.]
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I'm too hot, to stop, walkin up with two Glocks
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Way more than two shots, that'll make your roof drop
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House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
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Dissin will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
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Whole crew popped, by this old school new shot
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G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox
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Dippin rollin through blocks, dippin while the crew pops
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Eatin chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks
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Play my shit a lot of deejays they do not
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Cause me and bitch niggaz don't mix like two cocks
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Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots
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Have your skull on the news lookin like goulash
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When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish
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Eat yo' ass up like a pack of barracudas
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Put the barrel to ya, like we never knew ya
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Send the metal through ya, Da Lench Mob shooters
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[Maylay]
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I know vatos and they get popped most
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Niggaz that flip mo' chicken than Bosco's
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Squattin down the block low, hop in that hot fo'
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And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes
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Squabble with the combos, Maylay got those
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Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's
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They be poppin bottles, we knockin hollows
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Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed
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Talkin pronto, somethin like a lotto
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Chips and cheese fuck meat, nigga these nachos
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Speakin on guap' though, cause that's a combo
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Keep my green on the side like it was cilantro
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Comin with the honchos, that's in a stock Rolls
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And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel
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It won't stop flow oh I'm not though
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Lench Mob, big swanger, don't bang is the motto
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[Chorus 4X: all]
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Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West coast
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They act like they scared of me - I'm too West coast
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[Outro: Keith David (W.C.)]
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The Grand Wizard
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Ice Cube
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[laughing]
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(I am the West, Cube!)
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(Got another one)
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(I be tellin these niggaz and bitches on the bottom)
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(They need to drink some of this Kool-Aid)
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(Drink the Kool-Aid bitch!)
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Too West Coast
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| Ice Cube |
