Westside Connection Lyrics

Album: Terrorist Threats

Terrorist Threats Lyrics

[Chorus]

 While your shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'

 Rollin' in my SUV (Westside Nigga)

 All my plus three thugs on the way to the club

 And when I come you got love for me

 Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)

 You know we're super super star (Staaaar)

 

 [Ice Cube]

 Everybody know jail records sell records

 Imma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked

 I got the formula double murder equal double platinum

 I know these bitch niggaz wonderin' why I'm bustin' at em

 The rich a famous ignoramus

 It's kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint us

 The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got

 Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot?

 Where's your drug spot nigga yous a was-not

 I cant bump your shit if you never was shot

 Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse

 You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hurse

 And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company

 Try to fuck your family out the royalty

 Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back

 Goddamn that nigga can rap

 

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 [Mack 10]

 Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say

 It's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K

 No NO it don't matter how good you spit

 If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit

 Who gives a fuck if your money and game up to par

 Cause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star

 But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures

 Got these white kid fools like you some real as niggaz

 But most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me

 Cause I'm a Westside motherfucker Inglewood G

 And fuck sellin' records if I gotta get murd

 I'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work

 And it ain't but a few real killas and scrapers

 And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers

 And I can care less about a battlin' skills

 Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel

 

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 [WC]

 Fucked up down the game is fucked up now

 This new rapper got shot and looked up now nigga

 Fuck a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface

 I got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderous

 Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you

 Got my gauge right at you

 Fuck Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol

 With my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle

 Cause murderin' vital cells and steels ain't real enough

 The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a fuck

 If I kill me nigga won't get shot in the heart

 I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park

 So bang this shit nigga hang that shit

 You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigga

 Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together

 Like cops a radars ash and A and R

 

 [Ice Cube]

 To all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelon

 Talk brokin' English and drug sellin'

 Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin'

 You got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'

 And if it got to be that way

 A nigga murder me a rapper today

 It just happened today

 So if I come clappin' your way

 It's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day

 Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous

 Bang this with a four five stainless

 Bang this and the bitches go painless

 Bang this if you want to be famous

 Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous

 Bang this with a four five stainless

 Bang this and the bitches go painless

 Bang this if you want to be famous