Westside Connection lyrics

Westside Connection lyrics

"All The Critics In New York lyrics"

Socialized Hate lyrics
Solo: ChrisThroughout our troubled historyman's exploited fellow man.Displaying xenophobic fear that's hard to understandCenturies ago in Europe things were different than todayForeigners were treated with respect not disdainBut dreams of power soon crushed this fine idealThey set across the ocean in search of land to stealThey subjugated natives and stripped them of their rightsSold them into slavery to demonstrate their might.Socialized hateFormed by modern stateChorus:Can't you see, it's a lieDon't you know, that they've diedTrapped, by your hateStereotyped, convenientForced to be subservientTaught by your stateAll


[Mack 10 talking]
Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!

[Ice Cube]
Back in the day, we used to respect y'all niggas
We used to be down with y'all niggas
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Y'all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside nigga (Keeping it real)
Yeah! (Keeping it real)

[All]
WESTSIIIIIDE!
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (INGLEWOOOOD!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (South Central)
Long Island in the house?!? (Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!? (Waddup)
Staten Island in the house?!? (Woop woop)
The West Coast is in the house sayin
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?

[Ice Cube]
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
Who wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the NFC
I'm going thorough thru your borough
Wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl, gangstas rule the world
On the west, nevertheless, W-S
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress

[Mack 10]
You couldn't have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy
These buster ass critics from the N-Y-C
Don't they know that I be
Blood, Sex And Booze lyrics
Waiting in a room All dressed up and bound and gagged To a chair It's so unfair I won't dare move, for the pain She puts me through is what I need So make it bleed I'm in distress, oh mistress I confess so do it one more time These handcuffs are too tight You know I will obey, so please Don't make me beg For blood, sex and booze you give me Some say I'm disturbed But it's what I deserve, another lesson To be learned...from a girl called kill My head is in the gutter Thank you sir, strike up another mandolin Of discipline Throw me to the dogs Let them eat my flesh down To the wood It feels so good
from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas, sportin colored bandanas

[WC]
It's the Mister hoodsta, cap peeler
Dusty ass New York critic killer
Dumping and pumping the motherfuckin lead in their chest
Because ain't none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
Fuck U-N-I-T-Y, I'm coast trippin
Saggin as a Pelle, smashin tape recorders
This is 187 on a New York reporter

"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"

[Ice Cube]
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
Tryin to get an East hip-hop monopoly
But I've been writing gangsta shit since '83
When y'all was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers
And blame it on these West Coast seven-figure niggas
Just because we made it real niggas got to deal
I hope blood ain't got to spill, I kill

[Mack 10]
It's like the battle of the sexes
You wanna treat us like bitches cos we're platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a mill-ion from California to Japan, bitch
Went overseas, seen D's how we done it
88
After Midnight lyrics
AM We gonna let it all hang down AM ...." AM We gonna chug-a-lug and chow You'll stimulate some action We gonna get some satisfaction Gonna find out what it's all about AM We gonna let it all hang down AM ....." AM We gonna shake your tambourine AM So go baby just set free No false talk and suspicioun don't give an exhibition You gonna find out what it is all about AM We gonna let it all hang down Solo AM We gonna let it all hang down AM We gonna shake your tambourine AM So go baby just set free No false....(repeat) AM We gonna let it all hang down AM We gonna let... AM We gonna let...
s to 100's to let me know who really run it
This West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin, or we jackin
Packin nina's and sellin out arenas, niggas

[WC]
You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs
And roll these niggas up, I got to beat em
When I see me, T-Roller cut off his scrotum
Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles
I'm mashin and blastin so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a fuckin hip-hop classic
I'm banning you niggas from the scene
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines

[Ice Cube]
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
We the best my niggas don't stress

Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
And your articles tryin to rate my LP
Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin we ain't real because we make snaps
Sellin 6-fo's to the dab, what you lookin at?
With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, nigga
I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck your magazines

[Mack 10]
Hey hey hey, what's happenin round tre?
It's still M-Y critic K on mines all motherfuckin day
It's a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossin
Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna regret,
Seven Seas lyrics
Waters deep And waters blue The gently flow From me to you Your coloured voice Its vibrant toned The hidden force Of the big crystal blue And by the light Of the silvery moon The wild horses Come running home Miles apart But still entwined I like to think That you sit here too And let your thoughts And let your soul Be gently lulled By what's in front of you Too many ashore And the distant land The seas unite Bringing me to you
fuckin with my set
I be a 24-year street Westside Connect vet
You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us

[WC]
AIIIIYO!!! Nigga fuck that shit
I gotta, kill it kill it, fuck a New York critic
He write about how I lived it, did it, plus I'm still with it
Puttin it down on all these DJs, hate, fakin and flakin
Never once played my record on their radio station
No love for a New York critic or disc jock
Matter of fact I'm blamin all y'all for fuckin up hip-hop

[All]
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (And it don't stop)
Long Island in the house?!? (YEAH! YEAH! Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!?
Staten Island in the house?!? (Say what say what??)
The West Coast is in the house sayin (Yeah)
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?

[Ice Cube]
Why talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
[repeat 15x]
WESTSIDE NIGGA!!!

[Mack 10 talking over Ice Cube]
Yeah, take it how you wanna take it, punk
We're gonna make it how
We gonna make it, punk
What y'all niggas talkin about?
Y'all ain't acquantin and barkin on hip-hop
This Westside Connection
WESTSIIIIDE!!!
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