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Westside Slaughterhouse
作詞:Rasmus Berg, William Calhoun, Jesper Dahl, O'shea Jackson, Nicholas Kvaran, Mack 10, Hendrik Rasmussen, Dedrick Rolison
Westside
Microphone check 1, O, from the west coast beller an' tella I cuss like a sella, when you see her, she's a gonna Moved to California Blew the bitch up, put the gangsta twist on her
Sunny Southern Cal, it never snows Niggas yellin' ha's an' ho's, we dumpin' out of '64s When it comes to the gun play, we vets It's West coast foe life, no crew, only sets
It's the dog, breathin' through the smog I'm a hog of this gangster shit, don of the click All you suckas wanna diss the Pacific But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her, mad 'cause we fucked her Pussy whipped bitch, with no common sense Hip hop started in the West Ice Cube bailin' through the East without a vest
Now as I look to my riznight an' to my left I see motherfuckers starin' like they wanna step So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
Finda 'notha crew of niggas who can fuck with this Lyrical bully, givin' verbal bruises to crews, fool You must be on dick, dope an' dynamite How you figure speed on, before you get peed on, nigga?
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 rhymes an' nines to the motherfuckin' battle
So sun down to sun up, run up with my gun up All brakes get to pumpin', they know a nigga dumpin' You dread like a rasta when I lock like a terrier Mack 10, the nigga, with the heat that'll bury ya
Do a walk by An' watch everybody die Niggas into gangs thangs an' narcotics Freak bitches, riches an' hydraulics
Pull heat, knock you off yo feet Clear the whole block, both sides of the street Even cribs an' bloods hear my thuds Fee fy foe fum, hey nigga, where you from?
Fuck all you niggas, I'm yellin' This is mad circle to the fullest, everybody 187 Toons play the piano, fuck a battle I'm sockin' rappers like mad man Santiago
'Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me Plus you singin' big red records So nigga, fuck what you tellin' me Sit down junior, you couldn't see me if you wanted to Look y'all, it Mack 10, Cube an' the W
Westside's on the map Niggas rapping since the '70's and still never went gold Westside's on the map Niggas rapping since the '70's and still never went gold 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
I just had a scrap fo' the neighborhood Inglewood stereotype, got to deal with the hype Known to kick back with the fat sack, fuck that Where my gat at? These nigga trippin' off my bulls hat
About to let loose with the chrome tray, dude 5 shots an' I put holes in yo bandanna I push a Benz you still rollin' Gs So nigga, miss me with the set, trip an' start slangin' keys
When I say itchy citchy, niggas get bitchy, bitchy 'Cause they heard of ah 'Natural Born Murderah' I'm like Frankenstein, it's spankin' time Layin' in the sunshine with only one nine
Now who wants to bust with the never rust? Goin' platinum, plus every time I cuss So fuck the whole world black Niggas, better hope I don't grow my Jeri curl back
Stepper, murderah steppin' out a Chevrolet Sportin' a beenie like Marvin Gaye Stalkin', walkin' in my big black chuck's Standin' tall in your freestyle session, holdin' my balls
I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95 'Cause niggas be foul an' bitin' other niggas' styles But if you're bitin' this, you better bring a dentist 'Cause suckin' these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws, fool
Which way shall I go, nigga, what should I do? Should I bang with the Red or should I truce with the Blue? Should I rock dope beats an' grab the mic an' stay down? Or should I shoot outta town an' flip this pound?
Shit, I never knew that my nuts ah get bigger Checkin' major figures, I'm hangin' with platinum niggas It's Mack 10 an' I'm Inglewood swangin' No time fo bangin', but still got my khakis hangin'
Fuck one love, it's the bloody glove, killin' honkey hoes Leavin' blood stains on Broncos In a Hertz rental, I drive on the 405 Is he dead or alive?
Motherfuck 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
Oh, sucky ducky quack quack, niggas ain't knowin' how to act Sucka ducks play the back Nigga use to dis, now it's turnin' around An' like Brandy, motherfuckers wanna be down
With this West coast rap game, I can give a fuck If you wasn't down at first, you can buck these nuts Transformers get stole on boom Get the picture, killa, Cali home of the body bags, nigga
Westside's on the map Niggas rapping since the '70's and still never went gold Westside's on the map Niggas rapping since the '70's and still never went gold
Westside
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