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lirik lagu the comrads - westside connect og's

[chorus]
one, two, three, westside connect og’s
and if you wanna go to the tip top
make your glock go peezop, p~i’s

[verse 1: gangsta]
my n~gga k~mac and me
mack 10, ice cube, dub, and bink
squeak ru, a crew of colored bandanas
making paper with yayo and arm and hammer
baking soda, land rovers, four deep in each
street sweepers under seats
chuck taylors, ben davis from the swap meet
flex those, lexos, straight plug from mexico
while y’all n~ggas cop it from the west coast
we drink xo and louis xiii
million~dollar n~ggas keep in touch with the crack scene
more green than a leprechaun
at the light with your body, peel your dome back with teflon

[verse 2: wc]
ring~da~da~da~ding~ding~ding~ding, ring the alarm
from the school of assault and batteries and short arms
it’s the, it’s the janky ass n~gga, game spitter
brick splitter, runnin’ with nothin’ but platinum hitters
open the curtains, n~gga, so the sister can get to bustin’
y’all n~ggas know my name, so f~ck the introduction
run it up, turn it up, bangin’ on all the competition
it’s dub~c and the comrads together on this mission, n~gga
[chorus]
one, two, three, westside connect og’s
and if you wanna go to the tip top
make your glock go peezop, p~i’s

[verse 3: k~mac]
welcome to the k!lling field, where everything is real
death and murder, i know i probably served you before
it’s the n~gga from next door, for sure connected
i roam the streets with heat, westside rollin’
swollen eye for bustas
jealousy, you keep trailin’ me
tellin’ me to stay strapped, sixteen shots in my lap
a smile on my face and death behind my eyes
surprise, the comrads is on the rise
sized you up and not giving a f~ck
i got a gang of homies stuck
true gangstas, quick to bank ya
gank ya for your goods
i’m from south central los skanless
with the comrads from l~wood

[verse 4: mack 10]
mack manson’s back, poppin’ n~ggas like pills
i get thrills and k!lls in the hollywood hills
if murder wasn’t the case, ain’t no tellin’ where i would be
indo and sherman keep my head where it should be
freeze, b~tch, face down on your bellies
but my cellies got dope rollin’ like pirellis
the comrads and me, all about that big scrill
so, connect gang members only n~ggas that i k!ll for
[chorus]
one, two, three, westside connect og’s
and if you wanna go to the tip top
make your glock go peezop, p~i’s

[verse 5: ice cube]
we breakin’ n~ggas down to nubs, slap ’em with the dub
make ’em cover up, bustas get no love
quick, bink, pass me the paddle
n~ggas wanna battle, they don’t know i strike like a rattle
connection n~ggas on the spin, once again
you hear the siren, you can’t comprehend
i got my strap in the waistband
and if you f~ck with the set, i got to blow up your place, man
keep my fingers on the trigger
representin’ the hood and dyin’ for my n~ggas
we the best on the planet
and f~ck every politician in the world tryin’ to ban it
back to work, n~gga, it’s the boss with the nina ross
only got eight f~ckin’ bars to come off
goddizzang, n~ggas wanna kiss the rizzang of the kizzang
dub~s~c gizzang
bing bing bizzang, get like seven on the dice
you might catch us slippin’ once, never catch us slippin’ twice
y’all n~ggas gon’ be moppin’ our floors
you call it hip~hop, we call it star wars
[chorus]
one, two, three, westside connect og’s
and if you wanna go to the tip top
make your glock go peezop, p~i’s
one, two, three, westside connect og’s
and if you wanna go to the tip top
make your glock go peezop, p~i’s
one, two, three, westside connect og’s
and if you wanna go to the tip top
make your glock go peezop, p~i’s

[outro]
westside, connect gang

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