Westside Connection lyrics
Westside Connection lyrics
"Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K lyrics"
Anything You Like lyrics
You can lift that tremble right between my eyes You can study deep tongues 'til your'e blind and wise You can slide into the earth And you can witness your own birth You can brush the shadow's kiss And you can scratch your wildest itch While I'm alive I will awaken you While I'm alive you will awaken You can do anything you like You can plant the dagger of destiny You can taste the spine that's you and me You can sing the bitter temple song You can be the sound or bang or gong You can trace patterns in the sky And you can
You can lift that tremble right between my eyes You can study deep tongues 'til your'e blind and wise You can slide into the earth And you can witness your own birth You can brush the shadow's kiss And you can scratch your wildest itch While I'm alive I will awaken you While I'm alive you will awaken You can do anything you like You can plant the dagger of destiny You can taste the spine that's you and me You can sing the bitter temple song You can be the sound or bang or gong You can trace patterns in the sky And you can
[INTRO: (ICE CUBE)]
Brrrgh!
Ai!Ai!
In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak
[VERSE ONE: (MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)]
Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW
There's ten million ways to die
Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin
Off this gang-bang music
So all I'd wanna got the room stumped
I'm smokin,make dough like Trump
Cookin ?? to they chunk,punk!
Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us
It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga
The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga
I'm not an MC,I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets
It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips
Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga!
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What's this my ?? low-grader system
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
Nigg
Abaiuonin lyrics
Him that is fallen, the physical sunProgenitor of the devil, serpent of timeAdjustment at the will in Teloah we are aliveAnd in darkness enabled to being-becoming the oneDeath, the final releaseThe dragon spreads his wingsTelocvovimDeath, the friend with loving armsAnd claws to rend this world apartTelocvovimA cycle of cycles, always aloneYet never lonely, at the bed of a harlotTiphereth, Saturnus, whom aeons begotAnother time a stranger, let him be knownDeath, the final releasea be dissin on a down low
So now my motto's: "Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers
I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays
[Chorus 3x: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC]
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
Nigga! To South Central L.A.!
[VERSE 2: (MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)]
Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick
All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat (Brrgh!)
Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades
And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades
No switchblades,nigga,we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown
Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down
Check it! Ho shut your mouth and get naked!
I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record
No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every nigga in the industr
Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood
Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form
I'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you!
Nigga get off,this shit is wacked
Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack
Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil
You're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
Cos I'm a westside Connection hista
Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers
[CHORUS]
[INTERLUDE: (ICE CUBE)]
Brrrgh!
In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak
[VERSE THREE: (MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)]
Now you can cross out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches
From the niggas I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god bitch,real it ain't one dog and no(body)
So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is spe
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it
Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs
Be all surprised,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots
I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day
I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit
Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in
Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin
Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out
I ?? lead him then down his body stashed
In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass
[CHORUS]
[OUTRO: (ICE CUBE)]
Don't go chasin waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to
Punk ass motherfuckers!
Brrrrgh!
Him that is fallen, the physical sunProgenitor of the devil, serpent of timeAdjustment at the will in Teloah we are aliveAnd in darkness enabled to being-becoming the oneDeath, the final releaseThe dragon spreads his wingsTelocvovimDeath, the friend with loving armsAnd claws to rend this world apartTelocvovimA cycle of cycles, always aloneYet never lonely, at the bed of a harlotTiphereth, Saturnus, whom aeons begotAnother time a stranger, let him be knownDeath, the final release
So now my motto's: "Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers
I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays
[Chorus 3x: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC]
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
Nigga! To South Central L.A.!
[VERSE 2: (MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)]
Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick
All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat (Brrgh!)
Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades
And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades
No switchblades,nigga,we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown
Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down
Check it! Ho shut your mouth and get naked!
I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record
No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every nigga in the industr
Are We In Trouble Now lyrics
(M. Knopfler) It wasn't just the music It wasn't just the wine Some other kind of magic Was sending up my spine Then I was falling And I fell for you, and how Darling, are we in trouble now They say we're grown up But we've been searching all this time I wouldn't own up Never would admit to flying blind But in the Darkness We found each other anyhow Darling, are we in trouble now When we'd talk it over Love was a cry from a distant shore Then we found each other And all that we'd been searching for And I'm done denying I
wanna rap with me(M. Knopfler) It wasn't just the music It wasn't just the wine Some other kind of magic Was sending up my spine Then I was falling And I fell for you, and how Darling, are we in trouble now They say we're grown up But we've been searching all this time I wouldn't own up Never would admit to flying blind But in the Darkness We found each other anyhow Darling, are we in trouble now When we'd talk it over Love was a cry from a distant shore Then we found each other And all that we'd been searching for And I'm done denying I
Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood
Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form
I'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you!
Nigga get off,this shit is wacked
Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack
Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil
You're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
Cos I'm a westside Connection hista
Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers
[CHORUS]
[INTERLUDE: (ICE CUBE)]
Brrrgh!
In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak
[VERSE THREE: (MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)]
Now you can cross out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches
From the niggas I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god bitch,real it ain't one dog and no(body)
So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is spe
Sugarcoat lyrics
You gotta look like this one, miss doll red lipstick pistol you gotta stand up this tall if you're gonna tow the line Make-up, you need more because that's just what it's for Cover up that person because you're not them anymore You're her...I can see you're her plastic dream lover, magazine cover To me some people are better off with their problems left unsolved I guess you're probably one of them...Guess you're probably one We sugar coat everything that we say Esteem turns into masquerade I think you're ugly and you're f
kinYou gotta look like this one, miss doll red lipstick pistol you gotta stand up this tall if you're gonna tow the line Make-up, you need more because that's just what it's for Cover up that person because you're not them anymore You're her...I can see you're her plastic dream lover, magazine cover To me some people are better off with their problems left unsolved I guess you're probably one of them...Guess you're probably one We sugar coat everything that we say Esteem turns into masquerade I think you're ugly and you're f
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it
Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs
Be all surprised,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots
I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day
I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit
Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in
Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin
Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out
I ?? lead him then down his body stashed
In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass
[CHORUS]
[OUTRO: (ICE CUBE)]
Don't go chasin waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to
Punk ass motherfuckers!
Brrrrgh!