Brrrgh!
 Ai!Ai!
 In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak

 VERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)
 Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
 And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW
 There's ten million ways to die
 Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin
 Off this gang-bang music
 So all I'd wanna got the room stumped
 I'm smokin,make dough like Trump
 Cookin ??? to they chunk,punk!
 Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust
 And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us

 It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga
 The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga
 I'm not an MC,I'm not a G
 I mean I'm A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between
 Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest
 And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets
 It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips
 Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga!

 Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
 What's this my ??? low-grader system
 That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
 Nigga be dissin on a down low
 So now my motto's:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
 New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers
 I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers
 Cross em out and put a'K
 Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays

 *Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC*
 'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
 Inglewoooood!
 Nigga! To South Central L.A.!

 VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)
 Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick
 All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat(Brrgh!)
 Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades
 And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades
 No switchblades,nigga,we shoots
 That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
 So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown
 Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down

 Check it!Ho shut your mouth and get naked!
 I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record
 No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax
 Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
 Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me
 Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood
 Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form
 I'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you!

 Nigga get off,this shit is wacked
 Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack
 Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil
 You're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya
 And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
 Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
 Cos I'm a westside Connection hista
 Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers

 CHORUS

 INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE)
 Brrrgh!
 In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak

 VERSE THREE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)
 Now you can cross out the busters and snitches
 B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches
 From the niggas I know in the streets I run through
 Swear to god bitch,real it ain't one dog and no(body)
 So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin
 And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin
 I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
 This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it

 Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
 Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs
 Be all surprised,everybody dies
 From Columbian neckties covered with fright
 Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots
 I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you
 So when I pull my spray-can to spray
 I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day

 I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip
 Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit
 Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in
 Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin
 Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck
 Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out
 I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed
 In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass

 CHORUS

 OUTRO:(ICE CUBE)
 Don't go chasin waterfalls
 Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to
 Punk ass motherfuckers!
 Brrrrgh