(Mack 10)
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Microphone check 1 0 from the west coast beller and tella
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I cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna
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Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
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Her sunny southern Cal' it never snows
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Niggas yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin out of 64's
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When it comes to the gun play we vets
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It's west coast for life no crew only sets
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(Ice cube)
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It's the dog breathen through the smog
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I'm a hog of this gangster shit
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Don of the click
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All you suckas want to dis the Pacific
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But you buster niggas never get specific
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Used to love her mad cause we fucked
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Her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense
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Hip Hop started in the west
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Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest
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(W.C)
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Now as I look to my rizight and to my left
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I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
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So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver
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In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's Vagina
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Finda notha crew of niggas that can fuck with this
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Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
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You must be on dick dope and dynamite
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How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga
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(Mack 10)
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Fool what side is you
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Red or the blue
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While as the L.A. zoo it's round two
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I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
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Rhymes and nines to the mutherfuckin battle
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So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
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All brakes get to pumpin'
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They know a nigga dumpin'
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You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
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Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that i'll bury ya
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(Ice Cube)
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Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
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Niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics
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Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
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Pull heat knock you off ya feet
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Clear thewhole block both sides of the street
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Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
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Fee fi foe fum a nigga where you from "Westside"
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(W.C.)
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Fuck all you niggas I'm yellin'
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This is maad circle to the fullest everybody 187
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Toons play the piano fuck a battle
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I'm socking rappers like mad man Sontiago
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'Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red records
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So nigga fuck what you tellin' me
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Sit down Jr. you couldn't see me if you wanted to
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Look ya'll it Mack 10,Cube and the 'W'
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(Mack 10)
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I just had a scrap fo the neighborhood inglewood sterotype
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Got to deal with the hype
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Known to kick back with the fat sack fuck that
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Where my gat at nigga trippin off my bulls hat
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About to let loose with the chrome tray deuce 5 shots
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And I put holes in yo Bandana
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I push a Benz you still rollin' Gs
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So nigga miss me with the set trip
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And start slangin' keys
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(Ice Cube)
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When I say citchy citchy
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Niggas get bitchy bitchy cause they heard of the
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Natural born murderah
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I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
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Layin' in the sunshine
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With only one nine
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Now who wants to bust with the never rust
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Goin' platinum plus every time I cuss
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So fuck the whole world black niggas
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Better hope I don't grow my jeri curl back
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(W.C.)
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Steper murderah stepin' out a Chevrolet
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Sportin' a beenie like Marvin Gaye
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Stalkin' walkin' in my big black chuck's
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Standin' tall in your freestyle session holdin' my balls
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I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
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'Cause niggas be foul and biten other niggas styles
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But if you're biten this you better bring a dentist
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'Cause sucking these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws fool
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(Mack 10)
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Which way shall I go nigga what should I do
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Should I bang with the red should I truce with the blue
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Should I rock dope beats grab the mic and stay down
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Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound
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Shit I never knew that my nuts ah get bigger
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Checkin' major figures I'm hangin with platinum niggas
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It's Mack 10 and I'm inglewood swangin
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No time fo bangin'
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But still got my cackeys hangin'
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(Ice Cube)
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Fuck one love it's the bloody glove killin' honkey hoes
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Leaving blood stains on Broncos
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In a Hertz rental I drive on the 405
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Is he dead or alive?
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Motherfuckin court took another snort
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Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport
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So I can catch a flight away from the drama
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Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas
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(W.C.)
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| Shucky ducky quack |
