Westside Slaughterhouse Lyrics by Mack 10

Westside Slaughterhouse Lyrics

    (mack 10)
    Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
    I cuss like a sella when you see her shes 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 and ho's we dumpin out of 64's
    When it comes to the gun play we vets
    It's west coast foe life no crew only sets

    (ice cube)
    It's the dog breathen through the smog
    I'm a hog of this gangster shit
    Don of the click
    All you suckas want to dis 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

    (w.c)
    Now as i look to my riznight and to my left
    I see motherfuckers 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 vagina
    Finda notha crew of niggas that can fuck with this
    Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
    You must be on dick dope and dynamite
    How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga

    (mack 10)
    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 ratle bring
    Rhymes and nines to the mutherfuckin battle
    So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
    All brakes get to pumpin'
    They know a nigga dumpin'
    You dred like a rasta when i lock like a terrier
    Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that i'll berry ya

    (ice cube)
    Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
    Niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics
    Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
    Pull heat knock you off yo feet
    Clear thewhole block both sides of the street
    Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
    Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from "westside"

    (w.c.)
    Fuck all you niggas i'm yellin'
    This is maad circle to the fullest everybody 187um
    Toons play the piano fuck a battle
    I'm socking rappers like mad man sontiago
    'cause you niggas ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red records
    So nigga fuck what you tellin' me
    Sit down jr. you couldn't see me if you wanted to
    Look ya'll it mack 10,cube and the double you


    (mack 10)
    I just had a scrap fo the neighborhood inglewood sterotype
    Got to deal with the hype
    Known to kick back with the fat sack fuck that
    Where my gat at nigga trippin off my bulls hat
    About to let loose with the chrome tray dude 5 shots
    And i put holes in yo bandana
    I push a benz you still rollin' gs
    So nigga miss me with the set trip
    And start slangin' keys

    (ice cube)
    When i say itchy citchy
    Niggas get bitchy bitchy cause they heard of ah
    Natural born murderah
    I'm like frankenstein is 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

    (w.c.)
    Steper murderah stepin' out a chevrolet
    Sportin' a beenie like marvin gaye
    Stalkin' walkin' in my big black chuck's
    Standin' t'all in your freestyle session holdin' my balls
    I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
    'cause niggas be foul and biten other niggas styles
    But if you're biten this you better bring a dentist
    'cause sucking these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws

    (mack 10)
    Which way shall i go nigga what should i do
    Should i bang with the red should i truce with the blue
    Should i rock dope beats grab the mic and stay down
    Or should i shoot out of town and 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 and i'm inglewood swangin
    No time fo bangin'
    But still got my cackeys hangin'

    (ice cube)
    Fuck one love it's the bloody glove killin' honkey hoes
    Leaving blood stains on broncos
    In a hertz rental i drive on the 405
    Is he dead or alive
    Motherfuckin 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

    (w.c.)
    Sucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowin' how to act
    Sucka ducks play the back
    Nigga use to dis now it's turning around and 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 (booom)
    Get the picture killa cali home of the body bags nigga

    Westside (x2)

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