Fuck Westside Connection Lyrics
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Fuck Westside Connection Lyricsby Cypress Hill Buy album CD: Other Songs CAN - S [Shag] Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal sample: "We Are At War") Ding Ding Muthafucka It's round two I got my lunch and my dinner, fool You think we gon bow down to some punk ass niggaz We from the evil side, boy Chorus: B-Real [Shag] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] [B-Real] In about four seconds some west side niggaz Is gonna put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10 I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas [B-Real's verse] It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you hoes With "No Vaseline" You could be the big fish Bring your drama Fuck your mama I'll bring the pack of piranhas You tried to pull a ditty, ho But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video You get addicted You can take your four fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it My fucken east side ass is a thing of the past If I got no nuts it's because i wazn't made up 4 da ladies I'm the King of punks King of busters King of thieves Now i'ma get down of my fuckin' knees (Shag: Bow Down) Start to sucking You try to remake NWA without Dre and Ren Dub's cool But you're fuckin' up with Mack 10 Silly little philly I'm back tearing' Can you really see my machine gun turrets? Open and aimed at your fat little frame How can I miss? I'll twist your cap and take your name Analyze it My name should be Mack 11 I'm a higher caliber MC There's no question Anytime you wann run up You get dealt with You get melted "Check Yo' self" (bitch check it) Ice Cube, you better tell'em (tell 'em mutha-fucka) Muggs made the best songs on your third album (biatch!) [Shag Talkin'] You and Wack 10 Can't deal with this Cypress Hill to the muthafuckin' fullest Fuck y'all So what'cha wanna do? Bring it on, nigga This is Shag from the Neighborhood Family [Shag's verse] I'ma biatch Suckin' ma mama's dick But what you faggets know about some gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin) Let's take it to the streets And fight like real g's What you niggaz wanna do? You can't fuck with these Ain't never had a strap Now you wanna gangsta rap Come can't to your hood 'Cause you're scared to get jacked Fuck peace, this is war Everybody on the floor When I see your fat ass I'm takin' one to your jaw Fuck me Fuck ma mama Fuck ma whole clique Better yet, fuck every nigga that i'm down wit' Unoriginal Can't stand bitch made niggaz lik der r on da east Ice Cube, youse an actor Not a muthafuckin' killa What neighborhood you from? What dirt you ever done? When the shit goes down You the first one to run Everytime you talk Got a mouth full of drama Only missing you done Is going to church wit'cha mama [B-Real's verse] You got the Real-a Swingi' of my nuts Cube Killa Break maself niga, huh! Dick-a lick-a You ain't a killa You a busta Muthafucka Bitch made niggaz I never trust maself "Can't trust 'em"-- Ladies like you can't figure out where you're from Are you from South Central, the Westside or Compton? Mack 10, the only thing you hoggin' on Is Ice Cube's nuts Now he's all in your guts You wannabe like him But you got no skills If he's the king You must be the queen of the Hill But I shank the Cube's fine neck 'Cause "A Bitch Iz A Bitch" And a bitch don't get no respect No doubt East side Connections means I'm stickin' ma dick in ma momma's mouth (Aahhh!) All of your homies are down wit' my clique Why you always gotta be bitin' my shit And you don't know one bitch on my dick But yours is best get a blood test for your kid Only bangin' you done was with toy figures Your mama wouldn't let you hang With real g niggaz Bring your clique on You wanna scrap So let's get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!) Me I give myself a year I guarantee I'll realize that i'm getting' fucked And i'll run to some westside niggaz Some pretty little trick look real sweet (Mmmm!) Dwm should make me one of dem real niggaz like I'm no fictional Scarface movie land bullshit Actor, studio gangsta You should win an award For most outstanding wax banger Fuck what you been through What you're going through West Side family, nigga What you wanna do? [Shag] Westside! That's right nigga! East muthafuckin' side 'Til' we die, nigga! Fuck all you punk ass niggaz! Any other punk ass nigga Who wanna take this beat We hit niggaz up like that We bicoastal, nigga Cypress Hill family Niggaz better recognize We here to chastise Nigga, whoo bangin' That's how we hoo ride nigga No love for none of ya'll punk ass niggaz West coast nigga, east coast We don't give a fuck Talk shit get shot, nigga That's how we feel, nigga Niggaz get killed, Caps get peeled fuckin' with Cypress Hill Yeah, I thought you knew nigga I represent muthafucka How does that sound nigga They're gonna fuck all ya'll biggaz (: "You got knocked the fuck out man…)
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