Bow Down

[Mack 10]
Gangstas don't dance, we boogie
niggas go out and get your cookies
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
stay the fuck away from the rookies




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(ICE CUBE)
Tha world is mine nigga get back
Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked
About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don
Big fish in a small pond
Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook
but I shook they worm and they hook
Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me
when Iam tipsey
Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi
Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring
We got your woman so pucker up
FO we fuck her up
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll
Fo the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please
Before any of you guppies get heart
Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down)
(MACK 10)
I take ten steps and I draw
Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood
addition
I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental
The Westside connects with me and south central
And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the
Philly's
Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they
call Billy
Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda
Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola
Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss
My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus
Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene
king-
Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices
So reconize these real G's take the cheese
The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold
D's
Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California
style
But in tha mean while in my town you got to
BOW

--Hook--
Bow Down when you come to my town
Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz
we aint no haters like you
Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than
you
--End Hook--

(W.C.)
Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a
beanie the shadiest
nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide
my locs on let
my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing
bang run away run
away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O to D to the
S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and
plain which
means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in
the rap game
Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when
you come around
keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's
affiliated fuck a
studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk
walk the walk
Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin
head off
nigga
I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh
Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff....
--Hook--

(ICE CUBE)--Spoken

(Yea lemme tell you sumthin)
(gangsta's make the world go round)
(you aint gotta clown)
(But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town)
(Make them other fool's BOW DOWN)


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Tha Next Muthafuckaz Go By Tha Name Of Cypress Hill ( K All Day )

Ice Cube:
Every Few Yearz Nigguz Think They can Deal Wit Tha Real, Now I Gotz
To Fuck Cypress Hill I Got A Vocie You Can Fell, I Drink A Beer And
Bust A Rap And Thatz Tha End Of Ya Carrer, You Fuckin Bitchez Never
Seen A Hood High Powered Like Tha West Side Connection Slide Though
My Tec, I Got Em Soon As I Spot Them I'm Dumpin Gotz To Treat
These Bitch Azz Niggaz Like They Stole Some Thing, I See You Wit A
Joint, You Must Be Smokin That Shit To Much Got ya Bitch Azz
Touched, Sen Dogg You can't Rap From Tha Gutz And B Real Soundin
Like He Got Baby Nutz, I Don't Know Why You Think Ya Slick, I Don't
Know What Rapper Down Wit ya Click, I Don't Know 1 Bitch On Ya
Dick, And i Don't Know 1 Nigga Bumpin Ya Shit. I Here You Clamin
South Central But Y'all Hoez From South Gate, Comin Wit A Vocie
High Pitched B Real Ain't Nuttin But A Bitch

Mack 10:
We'll Itz Tha Hip-hop Hippy Startin Shit, Now I'm Rollin up Cypress
Hill Lettin Then Niggas Have It, Got These Wanna B Thugs Up Load My
Slugz Up hey, Yo Back Up Q-Ball We Passed That Bitch Muggs Up,
Pull Over And Let me Out And Let me Show Thiz White Boy What That
Westside Connection Like. Boo Ya Boo Ya From Tha Gaude Has I Split
Them. Tha Buck Shotz Spray And Make The Lay As I hit Them ( Uhhh ).
1 Down 2 To Go Hand Me Tha Fo' Fo' Let Me Get My Ride On Get My
Murder On, B Real Wish He Could Be Me Coz He Know He Can't C Me (
Biiiiiitch! ) You Should Have Known You Can't C A Real Hog, Coz
I'm A Real Dogg, You Bustaz Wanna C Me But You Bustaz Can't Coz I'm
ACE Homie Wit Americaz Most, Nigga Miss Me I'm Used To A Hoe Tryin
To Kiss Me, Now What Gave Ya Bitch Ass A Nuff Heart To Diss Me? Ya
Gonna Come Up Missin And Sen Dogg So Wack He Ain't Even Worth
Diss'in, ( hahaha ), You Niggas Need To Listen, On Every Thing I
Luv My Heat And A Dub, Fuck Rappin Fuck Fighting I Make A Bloody
Glove, Itz One O And Fo' Sho' Kill You Pussy Can't Touch My Skill,
Coz i'm Tha King Of Tha Hill!

Ice Cube:
Every Body In Ghetto Know What Your Doin, 1 White Boy And 2 Fuckin
Cubins Clamin That Your Locco But You Ain't Mexican,Fuckin Wit Tha
Hoggs, You Say You Bloodz, But You Wish You Were A Dogg Fool. Go On
Tour And Only Rap To Tha Yupies Meet A Big Fish And i'll Make A
Dish Out You Fuckin Guppies, So Who Y'all Wit? Niggaz Down Wit
Cypress Can Wipe This Shit Off My Dick, Has I Stick It Like King
Kong And Ping Pong Wit Thiz Fake Azz Chese And Cong, Did You Tell
Ya Momma That I Had To Help ya When Sen Dogg Left Ya Bitch Azz. a
Say That I Took Ya Hook? It Must be Tha White Boy Think All Niggas
Steal. Now What You hip-hop Hippys U Fuckin Junkies And Thinkin Ya
Gonna Punk Me And Chill And Deal Wit Tha Fact That You Ain't Got
Enuff Steal, To Deal Wit

(chorus)
Mack 10: Ice Cube Could You Pass Me Tha Steal, ( Ice Cube ) For
Real? ( Mack 10) I'm Tha King Of Tha Hill (4x)

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(WC)
Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rolling your lexos
No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard
Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping
Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson
Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck them preppy niggas
You need to get with this malt
Liqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never
How ya figure I'll be crying over yo ass like a
Baby face nigga bitch you better be glad
I got 3 strikes because back in '85
I'd been done gave your ass a black eye
See I been waving at your ass all week but all
You do is roll your eyes like your shit don't stink
So now it's time for a nigga clown your ass
Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat
Don't want to fuck with niggas in khakis
But hoe i bet for the dough
You quick to jack that ass like a 4
So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch
hit the road with your fucked up weave.......

(Ice Cube)

How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw
Outlaw rollin' down the shaw
Don't you want a mothafucka that's hard
Or a bitch-made cute as El Debarge?
Do you like negros?
Him and those?
Individuals called criminals?
How'd you figure a West Coast nigga
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 nigga quite as fly as me
All bottled up in your high society
You want to chech my mental
Cause how could a nigga 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 fuck off and roll with this villian

(chorus)
Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals?(2x)

(Mack 10)
Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for real tho
It's Mack 10 and let you niggas 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 wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a killa
Hot as sauce out the floss no need to be discreet
I swing the fuck out this bitch til my bumper touch the street
On switches and I'm workin jerkin hot ya nigga smirkin
Jack the ass up and down til my back wheels is chirpin
You need to be with me bitch you too fucking bombay
To be on the Shaw with a nigga 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 niggas 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

(K-Dee)

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 dick up in them guts all the way to
These nuts
Your a rich girl far from skeezer
I'm playing at the mall with your Visa
You wanna 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 wanna see is ass wiggling and titties jiggling
So what you wanna 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
My dick
That right is it tight?
I know you ain't a dike
What type of nigga do you like?
Bitch!

(chorus)

(chorus II)
Bitch 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 mothafuckin' dress

(chorus)

(chorus II)

Do you like criminals?

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[Mack 10 talking]
Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!

[Ice Cube]
Back in the day, we used to respect y'all niggas
We used to be down with y'all niggas
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
y'all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside nigga (Keeping it real)
Yeah! (Keeping it real)

[All]
WESTSIIIIIDE!
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (INGLEWOOOOD!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (South Central)
Long Island in the house?!? (Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!? (Waddup)
Staten Island in the house?!? (Woop woop)
The West Coast is in the house sayin
why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?

[Ice Cube]
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
Who wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the NFC
I'm going thorough thru your borough
wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl, gangstas rule the world
On the west, nevertheless, W-S
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress

[Mack 10]
You couldn't have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy
These buster ass critics from the N-Y-C
Don't they know that I be from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
by murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas, sportin colored bandanas

[WC}
It's the Mister hoodsta, cap peeler
Dusty ass New York critic killer
Dumping and pumping the motherfuckin lead in their chest
because ain't none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
Fuck U-N-I-T-Y, I'm coast trippin
Saggin as a Pelle, smashin tape recorders
This is 187 on a New York reporter

"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"

[Ice Cube]
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
tryin to get an East hip-hop monopoly
But I've been writing gangsta shit since '83
when y'all was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers
and blame it on these West Coast seven-figure niggas
Just because we made it real niggas got to deal
I hope blood ain't got to spill, I kill

[Mack 10]
It's like the battle of the sexes
You wanna treat us like bitches cos we're platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a mill-ion from California to Japan, bitch
Went overseas, seen D's how we done it
88's to 100's to let me know who really run it
This West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin, or we jackin
Packin nina's and sellin out arenas, niggas

[WC]
You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs
And roll these niggas up, I got to beat em
when I see me, T-Roller cut off his scrotum
Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles
I'm mashin and blastin so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a fuckin hip-hop classic
I'm banning you niggas from the scene
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines

[Ice Cube]
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
We the best my niggas don't stress

Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
and your articles tryin to rate my LP
Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin we ain't real because we make snaps
Sellin 6-fo's to the dab, what you lookin at?
With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, nigga
I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck your magazines

[Mack 10]
Hey hey hey, what's happenin round tre?
It's still M-Y critic K on mines all motherfuckin day
It's a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossin
Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna regret, fuckin with my set
I be a 24-year street Westside Connect vet
You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us

[WC]
AIIIIYO!!! Nigga fuck that shit
I gotta, kill it kill it, fuck a New York critic
He write about how I lived it, did it, plus I'm still with it
Puttin it down on all these DJs, hate, fakin and flakin
Never once played my record on their radio station
No love for a New York critic or disc jock
Matter of fact I'm blamin all y'all for fuckin up hip-hop

[All]
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (And it don't stop)
Long Island in the house?!? (YEAH! YEAH! Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!?
Staten Island in the house?!? (Say what say what??)
The West Coast is in the house sayin (Yeah)
why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?

[Ice Cube] [Mack 10 talking over Ice Cube]
Why talkin loud?!? Yeah, take it how you wanna take it, punk
What you talkin bout?!? We're gonna make it how
*repeat 15x* we gonna make it, punk
WESTSIDE NIGGA!!! What y'all niggas talkin about?
Y'all ain't acquantin and barkin on hip-hop
This Westside Connection
WESTSIIIIDE!!!



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