[Chorus]
While your shuckin` and jivin` howdy drivin`
Rollin` in my SUV (Westside Nigga)
All my plus three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
Cause I`m a super super star (Staaaar)
You know we`re super super star (Staaaar)
[Ice Cube]
Everybody know jail records sell records
Imma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked
I got the formula double murder equal double platinum
I know these bitch niggaz wonderin` why I`m bustin` at em
The rich a famous ignoramus
It`s kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint us
The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got
Ain`t enough nigga where your mug shot?
Where`s your drug spot nigga yous a was-not
I cant bump your shit if you never was shot
Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse
You ain`t my dogg till you laid up in a hurse
And you`ll learn about loyalty when the record company
Try to fuck your family out the royalty
Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back
Goddamn that nigga can rap
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say
It`s the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K
No NO it don`t matter how good you spit
If you ain`t hit the trauma unit they ain`t playin` your shit
Who gives a fuck if your money and game up to par
Cause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star
But it`s a shame you ain`t gettin` no real as figures
Got these white kid fools like you some real as niggaz
But most of ya`ll is cowards ain`t nothin` like me
Cause I`m a Westside motherfucker Inglewood G
And fuck sellin` records if I gotta get murd
I`d rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work
And it ain`t but a few real killas and scrapers
And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers
And I can care less about a battlin` skills
Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel
[Chorus]
[WC]
Fucked up down the game is fucked up now
This new rapper got shot and looked up now nigga
Fuck a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface
I got em shakin` and nervous cause ya`ll created a murderous
Brazin` tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you
Got my gauge right at you
Fuck Paula Abdul I`m an American Idol
With my album cover posin` with a semi auto rifle
Cause murderin` vital cells and steels ain`t real enough
The media wants drama so I ain`t givin` a fuck
If I kill me nigga won`t get shot in the heart
I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park
So bang this shit nigga hang that shit
You say you don`t but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigga
Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together
Like cops a radars ash and A and R
[Ice Cube]
To all my niggaz lovin` chicken and watermelon
Talk brokin` English and drug sellin`
Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin`
You got to be a felon to get your shit sellin`
And if it got to be that way
A nigga murder me a rapper today
It just happened today
So if I come clappin` your way
It`s just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day
Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the bitches go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous
Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the bitches go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous
