Westside Connection

Westside Connection - All The Critics In New York songtekst

Je score:
God Damn! New York City!
 Skyscrapers and everything!

 (Ice Cube)
 Back in the day, we used to respect yall niggas.
 We used to be down with yall niggas.
 All you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect.
 So I say to you and your city, yall niggas will never get our respect again.

 Westside nigga! Keeping it real. (Yeah)
 Keeping it real!

 Westside!
 Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house?
 Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house?
 Staten Island in the house?
 The west coast is in the house sayin'
 Why you talkin loud?
 What you talkin' about?

 (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 me down like the NFC.
 I'm going thorough through your borough
 Wit my Raider jacket and my jerry 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 bust ass critics from the N.Y.C.
 Don't know that iI be from the ING
 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
 Spottin' colored bandanas

 (W.C.)
 It's the hoodsta cap peela
 Dusty ass New York critic killa
 Dumping and pumping
 Motha fucking led in their chest because none
 of them niggas ever have it up for the West
 So now it's on & the gauge in my pants got me limping
 Fuck unity I'm coast tripping sagging as a bell
 East smashing tape recorders
 This is 187 on a New York reporter

 New York, New York (4x)

 (Ice Cube)

 Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C.
 Tryin' to get a East hip-hop monopoly
 But I've writng gangsta shit since '83 when ya'll was still scared to use
 Profanity now everbody wanna run and go get triggers and blaim it on these
 West Coast 7 figure niggas just because we made it real niggas got the deal I
 Hope blood ain't got spill I kill

 (Mack 10)

 It's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches
 Because we're platinum when we flex this
 With mic in hand fans in the stands
 We make a mill yan from California to Japan bitch
 Went over seas seen D's how we done it
 88's to 100's to let me dnow who really run it
 Thes West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin' or we jackin'
 Packin' ninas and sellin' out arenas niggas

 (W.C.)

 You make me wanta holla throw up both my Dubs
 And roll these niggas up I got to beat 'em
 When I see 'em T-roll 'em cut off hes scrotum
 Leave 'em bleeding in particles for them bias
 All articles I'm mashing and blasting so get the casket
 I bet you after this I get a fucking
 Hip hop classic I'm banning you niggas from the scene
 Kicking 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.

 (Ice Cube)

 Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C.
 In your articles trying to rate my LP
 Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
 Sayin' we ain't real because we make snaps
 Selling 6-4 with a dab what you looking 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 tound tray
 It's still MT critic K on mines all mothafuckin' day
 It'a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossing got to flossin
 fell Off and got the nail in the coffin
 Who wanna regret fucin with my set
 I be a 24 yeat 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

 (W.C.)

 A yo nigga fuck that shit
 I got to kill it fuck a
 New York critic he wuite about it
 Live it did it plus I'm still with it putting it down
 On all these DJ's hating faking and
 Flaking never once played my record on their radio station
 No love for a New York critic
 Or disc jock matter of fact I'm blaming all ya'll for fucking up hip hop

 Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house?
 Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house?
 Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house?
 The West Coast is the house sayin'

 Why you talkin' loud?
 What you talkin'about?(16x)
 Westside
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Publisher: Priority Records

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Uitgegeven in: 2007

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Bow Down (1996)

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