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lirik lagu mack 10 - westside slaughterhouse

westside

microphone check 10 from the west coast beller and tella
i cuss like a sella when you see her she’s a gonna
moved to california blew the b-tch up
and put the gangsta twist on her

sunny southern cal it never snows
n-gg-s yellin’ ha’s and ho’s we dumpin’ out of 64’s
when it comes to the gun play we vets
it’s west coast for life no crew only sets

it’s the dog breathen out the smog
i’m a hog of this gangster sh-t don of the click
all you suckas want to dis the pacific
but you buster n-gg-s never get specific

used to love her mad ’cause we f-cked her
p-ssy whipped b-tch 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 and to my left
i see motherf-ckers staring 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 v-g-n-

finda notha crew of n-gg-s who can f-ck with this
lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
you must be on d-ck dope and dynamite
how you figure speed on before you get peed on n-gg-, yeah

fool what side is you red or the blue?
while as the l.a. zoo it’s round two
i ignite grab the mic tight strike like a rattle
bring the rhymes and nines to the motherf-ckin’ battle

so sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
all brakes get to pumpin’ they know a n-gg- dumpin’
you dred like a rasta when i lock like a terrier
mack 10 that n-gg- with the heat that’ll berry ya

oh ah, oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
n-gg-s into gangs thangs and narcotics
freak b-tches riches and hydrolics
pull heat knock you off yo feet

clear the whole block both sides of the street
even crips and bloods hear my thuds
fee fy foe fum a n-gg- where you from?
west side

f-ck all you n-gg-s i’m yellin’
this is mad circle to the fullest everybody 187um
toons play the piano f-ck a battle
i’m socking rappers like mad man santiago

’cause you n-gg-s ain’t impressin’ me plus you singin’ big red records
so n-gg- f-ck what you tellin’ me
sit down jr. you couldn’t see me if you wanted to
look y’all it mack 10, cube and the double u

westside’s on the map
n-gg-s represent the 70’s and still never win gold
westside’s on the map
n-gg-s represent the 70’s and still never win gold

i just had a scr-p fo’ the neighborhood inglewood stereotype
got to deal with the hype
known to kick back with the fat sack f-ck that
where my gat at these n-gg- trippin’ off my bulls hat

about to let loose with the chrome tray dude 5 shots
and i put holes in yo bandanna
i push a benz you still rollin’ gs
n-gg- miss me with the set trip and start slangin’ keys

when i say itchy citchy n-gg-s get b-tchy b-tchy
’cause they heard of ah natural born murderah
i’m like frankenstein is spankin’ time
layin’ in the sunshine with only one nine

so who wants to bust with the never rust
goin’ platinum plus every time i cuss
so f-ck the whole world black
n-gg-s better hope i don’t grow my jeri curl back

steper murderah stepin’ 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 b-lls

i’m peepin’ game like a ref in ’95
’cause n-gg-s be foul and bittin’ other n-gg-s styles
but if you’re bittin’ this you better bring the dentist
’cause sucking these b-lls ah give yo -ss lock jaws fool

which way shall i go n-gg- what should i do?
should i bang with the red or should i truce with the blue?
should i rock dope beats and grab the mic and stay down?
or should i shoot out of town and flip this pound?

sh-t i never thought that my nuts ah get bigger
checkin’ major figures i’m hangin’ with platinum n-gg-s
it’s mack 10 and i’m inglewood sw-ngin’
no time fo bangin’ but still got my cackeys hangin’

f-ck one love it’s the bl–dy glove killin’ honkey hoes
leaving blood stains on broncos
in a hertz rental i drive on the 405
is he dead or alive?

motherf-ck 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

sucky ducky quack quack n-gg-s ain’t knowin’ how to act
sucka ducks play the back
n-gg- use to dis but now it’s turning around and like brandy
motherf-ckers wanna be down

with this west coast rap game i can give a f-ck
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 n-gg-

westside’s on the map
n-gg-s represent the 70’s and still never win gold
westside’s on the map
n-gg-s represent the 70’s and still never win gold

westside

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