Artist: Westside Connection Lyrics
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Say hoe I got way more **** than them *****s rolling your lexos
No punk *** Versace gear just the ***** with the triple 1 braids in his beard
Quick to get the ***** dripping so quit tripping
Like you got a ***** resembling Donnie Simpson
Hoe I'm from the wild wild west **** them preppy *****s
You need to get with this malt
Liqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never
How ya figure I'll be crying over yo *** like a
Baby face ***** ***** you better be glad
I got 3 strikes because back in '85
I'd been done gave your *** a black eye
See I been waving at your *** all week but all
You do is roll your eyes like your **** don't stink
So now it's time for a ***** clown your ***
Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat
Don't want to **** with *****s in khakis
But hoe i bet for the dough
You quick to jack that *** like a 4
So quit fronting on a ***** and lick these and *****
hit the road with your ****ed up weave.......
How would you like to get a ***** rugged and raw
Outlaw rollin' down the shaw
Don't you want a motha****a that's hard
Or a *****-made cute as El Debarge?
Do you like negros?
Him and those?
Individuals called criminals?
How'd you figure a West Coast *****
Drinking liquor got to know how to dig you
When we dated straight fade it
Penetrated, Ms. sasfisacated
No daddy hate it
Never met a ***** quite as fly as me
All bottled up in your high society
You want to chech my mental
Cause how could a ***** from South Central rollin' in a Benzo
Spice in ya life is what you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed
I represent reality in your world full of lies
And i can see it in your eyes
You worried sick and I'm chillin' (Westside)
Tell your family to **** off and roll with this villain
Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals?(2x)
Who want to **** wit it I put it down for real tho
It's Mack 10 and let you *****s know I'm gun ho
Baby i guess maybe i can get with your program
With hunnit spode tonas on my front and back
Broham hit a lick or two make your whole life a thriller
Make you want to shake the nerd and come ride with a killa
Hot as sauce out the floss no need to be discreet
I swing the **** out this ***** til my bumper touch the street
On switches and I'm workin jerkin hot ya ***** smirkin
Jack the *** up and down til my back wheels is chirpin
You need to be with me ***** you too ****ing bombay
To be on the Shaw with a ***** with a Hyundai
I take you through my neighborgood raise where crime pays
No girbauds no fades just cacky's and French braids
And my friends is *****s that know what ends is
In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benz'
With hoochy hoes groopy hoes
You know those with a gang of money lolo' and penitintiary fo do's
So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin
Slam the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons
Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day
I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play
I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway
Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby
I know you're Catholic
But can you have you have **** up in them guts all the way to
Your a rich girl far from skeezer
I'm playing at the mall with your Visa
You want to swang with K-Swinger
(When the West is in the houseoh my God! danger)
But take a hit you'll live
But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff give
Now i see you giggling
But all I want to see is *** wiggling and ******* jiggling
So what you want to do?
Don't go chasing waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls your use to
Go ahead and take a big lick
Cause girls look so good on the end of
That right is it tight?
I know you ain't a dike
What type of ***** do you like?
***** I'm from the wild, wild west
Can't you tell buy the "S" on my chest
We got hoes for days
Plus we claiming no stress no motha****in' dress
Do you like criminals?
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