Westside Connection Lyrics

Album: Terrorist Threats

Get Ignit Lyrics

[Ice Cube]

 Security, yall might as well throw me out a this bitch right now

 Get ignit, ge.. ge.. get ignit

 Look, my garage is not a mirage

 I got a car collage for my entourage

 We like Dolomite when we stop at the light

 Cause the rims keep spinnin’ and the bitches keep grinnin’

 And these niggas keep winnin’, and they must be sinnin’ 

 Cause all they do is party with a whole lota women now,

 My Grand-mamma even call me a dummy 

 An ignit little bastard how I’m spendin’ my money I tell her,

 That’s why your not as fly as your grandson, 

 Handsome with a pocket full of ransom,

 It ain’t trickin’ if you got, pull it out’cha pocket,

 Baby drop it like a hydraulic

 Shake it like your super-sonic 

 Make me psychotic when that booty look bionic 

 So if you see the crowd movin’

 Nigga don’t be scared it’s just us payers, come on 

 

 [chorus:]

 [Ice Cube]

 Just like you figured, I’m whippin’ niggas,

 And we all witit, get ignit

 To all the booty shakers, to all the money makers, 

 Fuck the undertakers, get ignit

 Shake it all about ,turn the party out, 

 Pour Bacardi out, get ignit

 If you full grown, and you tryin’ to bone,

 Fuck goin’ home, get ignit

 

 [Mack 10]

 I keeps it way mean for the green, more muscle than a hawk,

 And whether it’s soft or hard I sells it all in bulk,

 And it ain’t no secret, we puts it all down in front of ya, 

 With a D cartel from Cali to Columbia,

 And I’m so hood with it, man it’s hard to explain,

 Accuse anybody my OG’s is to blame,

 And I’m so cold wit it it’s like ice in my veins,

 Knee deep it the game, I’ll put a price on your brains,

 See me, I can double up twice with dem thangs, 

 Put it on a plane, with it strapped tight to the frame fuck it,

 Even move ‘em on a bus or the train 

 Mack dime the dopeman pushin’ dust and the caine

 When I bust through green yard, when I’m back I’m fat

 Got that rubber band cabbage, ten thousand a stack,

 I know them folks on me homie, got me under attack,

 I’m still pullin’ on a cuban with a big cup of gnac come on

 

 [CHORUS]

 

 [WC]

 Yeah,

 Off the richter, gettin’ ignit, 

 Who the nigga drinkin’ dark liquor, hittin’ up the neighborhood watch members,

 Zoned out, with the Kandy Brougham out,

 Rag on my mirror, with the brains blown out,

 Dub Cizzle, I’m in these streets, not industry,

 And there ain’t no remedy, for these penitentiary tendencies,

 Bang loose with the strap cocked heat,

 Some figurin’ niggas still bailin’ through the swap meet, 

 Janky, I’m full of that Hanky, in the six double zero,

 Smokin’ weed eatin’ chili cheese fritos 

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 Fuck with Dub nigga I’ll knock your french braids out,

 Get it understood, I bang the hood, 

 No falsehood, it’s all good

 All mine I keep it all hood,

 Gettin’ it, pussy I’m hittin’ it, 

 Drinkin’ till I’m belligerent,

 Turn this up and watch Dub get ignit nigga

 

 [Chorus: x2]

 

 [WC]

 Get it understood, I bang the hood, 

 No falsehood, it’s all good

 All mine I keep it all hood 

 Get it understood, I bang the hood, 

 No falsehood, it’s all good

 All mine I keep it all hood