เนื้อเพลง Cross 'em out and Put a 'k - Westside Connection
เนื้อเพลง Cross 'em out and Put a 'k
[INTRO: (ICE CUBE)]
Brrrgh!
Ai!Ai!
In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak
[VERSE ONE: (MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)]
Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW
There's ten million ways to die
Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin
Off this gang-bang music
So all I'd wanna got the room stumped
I'm smokin,make dough like Trump
Cookin ?? to they chunk,punk!
Straight off dust,n*gga trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us
It's off the hook,n*gga,I'm a Westside crook,n*gga
The forty motherf*ckin dollars on my books,n*gga
I'm not an MC,I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to f*ckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets
It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips
Colours and dips,b*tches and chips,n*gga!
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What's this my ?? low-grader system
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
N*gga be dissin on a down low
So now my motto's: "F*ck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School,Old School,I hate you motherf*ckers
I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days,n*gga,then run the f*ckin holidays
[Chorus 3x: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC]
'Ey! I Cross 'em out and Put a 'k!
Inglewoooood!
N*gga! To South Central L.A.!
[VERSE 2: (MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)]
Goddamn n*gga!This sh*t make me sick
All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat (Brrgh!)
Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades
And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades
No switchblades,n*gga,we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kill the action,punk,hootchie b*tches clown
N*gga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down
Check it! Ho shut your mouth and get naked!
I'm Connected and ain't no b*tches singin on this record
No R&B tracks,just n*ggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every n*gga in the industry wanna rap with me
Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood
N*gga,I don't even like your sh*t,I don't like your form
I'm true,your through,n*gga F*CK you!
N*gga get off,this sh*t is wacked
F*ck that,I bust you in the can with a motherf*ckin propajack
Spit on ya,sh*t on ya when I get on your pissil
You're goin up and your f*ckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
Cos I'm a westside Connection hista
Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers
[CHORUS]
[INTERLUDE: (ICE CUBE)]
Brrrgh!
In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak
[VERSE THREE: (MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)]
Now you can cross out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood b*tches
From the n*ggas I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god b*tch,real it ain't one dog and no(body)
So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya b*tch ass is speakin
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't f*ck with it
Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
F*ck B-Real and Muggs,y'all n*ggas ain't no f*ckin thugs
Be all surprised,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya f*ckin maggots,ya f*ckin faggots
I shoulda hurt you,every motherf*cker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherf*ckin day
I once knew this b*tch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta sh*t
Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in
Till this n*gga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin
Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out
I ?? lead him then down his body stashed
In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass
[CHORUS]
[OUTRO: (ICE CUBE)]
Don't go chasin waterfalls
Stick to them d*cks and balls you're used to
Punk ass motherf*ckers!
Brrrrgh!