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作词: Dedrick D. Rolison/O'Shea Jackson Sr./William Calhoun
作曲: Chris Rock/MC Ren/Dr. Dre/Jayo Felony/Krayzie Bone/Mack 10/WC/Ms. Toi/Squeak Ru/gangsta/Jesper Dahl/Nick Kvaran/Rasmus Berg/Henrik Rasmussen
Westside!
Microphone check 1-0 from the West Coast bailer and telle
I cuss like a sailo
When you see her she's a goner, moved to California
Blew the *****up and put the gangsta twist on he
Sunny Southern Cal, it never snows
N*ggas yellin' 'hey's and 'ho's
We jumpin' outta 6-4's
When it comes to the gun play, we vets
It's West Coast for life, no crews, only sets
Well, it's the dog, breathin' out the smog
I'm a hog of this gangsta sh*t, Don of the clique
All you suckas wanna diss the Pacific
But you buster n*ggas never get specific
Used to love her, mad 'cause we f*cked he
P*ssy-whipped *****with no Common Sense
Hip-hop started in the West
Ice Cube bellin' through the East without a vest
Now as I look to my riz-zight and to my left
I see motherf*ckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdrive
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's ******
Find a-notha crew of n*ggas that can f*ck with this
Lyrical bully, given verbal bruises to crews, fool
You must be on d*ck, d*pe and dynamite. How you figure?
Speed on before you get peed on, n*gga
Fool, what side is you, red or the blue?
Wild as the L.A. Zoo, it's round two
I ignite, grab the mic tight, strike like a rattle
Bring your rhymes and nines to the muthaf*ckin' battle
So sun down to sun up, run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumpin', you know a n*gga dumpin'
You dread like a Rasta when I lock like a terrie
Mack 10, that n*gga with the heat that'll bury ya
Oh ah, oh ah, do a walk by, and watch everybody die
N*ggas into gangs, thangs and narcotic
Freak *****es, riches, and hydraulics
Pull heat, knock you off your feet
Clear the whole block, both sides of the street
Even Crips and Bloods hear my thuds
Fee fie foe fumay n*gga, where you from?(Westside!)
F*ck all you n*ggas, I'm yellin'
This is M.A.A.D. Circle to the fullest everybody 187
Toones play the piano, f*ck a battle
I'm socking rappers like mad man Santiago
'Cause you n*ggas ain't impressin' me
Plus you signed to Big Red Records, so n*gga, f*ck what you tellin' me
Sit down junior, you couldn't see me if you wanted to
Look ya'll, it's Mack 10, Cube and the "W"
Westside's on the map!
N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold!
Westside's on the map!
N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold!
I just had a scrap for the neighborhood
Inglewood stereotype, gotta deal with the hype
Known to kick back with the fat sack, f*ck that
Where my gat at?These n*ggas trippin' off my Bulls hat
About to let loose with the chrome trey-deuce
Five shot, and I, put holes in your bandana
I push a Benz, you still rollin' G's
So n*gga miss me with that set trippin', start slangin' keys
When I say gitchy-gitchy, n*ggas get *****y-*****y
'Cause they heard of the natural born murdere
I'm like Frankenstein, it's spankin' time
Layin' in the sunshine with only one nine
So who wants to bust with the never-rust?
Goin' platinum plus, every time I cuss
So f*ck the whole world, black (F*ck 'em!)
N*ggas better hope I don't grow my jheri-curl back
Step up, murderer, steppin' out a Chevrolet
Sportin' a beanie like Marvin Gaye
Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Chucks
Standin' tall in your freestyle session holdin' my *****
I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
'Cause n*ggas be foul and bitin' other n*ggas' styles
But if you're bitin' this, you better bring a dentist
'Cause sucking these *****'ll give your a*s lockjaw, fool
Which way shall I go?N*gga, what should I do?
Should I bang with the red or should I truce with the blue?
Should I rock d*pe beats, and grab the mic and stay down?
Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound?Sh*t
I never thought that my ****'a get bigge
Checkin' major figures, I'm hangin' with platinum n*ggas
It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swingin'
No time for bangin', but still got my khakis hangin'
F*ck one love, it's the bloody glove, killin' honkey hoes
Leaving blood stains on Broncos
In a Hertz rental, I drive on the 405
Is he dead or alive?
Mother-f*ck court, took another snort
Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport
So I can catch a flight away from the drama
Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas
Ah, Shucky Ducky, quack quack
N*ggas ain't knowin' how to act
Sucka ducks play the back
N*ggas used to diss but now it's turning around
And like Brandy, motherf*ckers wanna be down with this
West Coast rap game, I can give a f*ck
If you wasn't down at first, you can buck these ****
Transformers get stole on (BOOM)
Get the picture, killa Cali, home of the body bags, n*gga
Westside's on the map!
N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold!
Westside's on the map!
N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold!