(feat. Ice Cube, MC Ren)



[WC]

Nigga that shit coming together like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga!



[Intro– Ice Cube]



[Keep it gangsta y'all repeated]

My niggaz thug out

You getting drugged out

These bitches getting loc'ed out

When we smoke out, cos we chromed out

About to bomb out



[Verse 1: WC]

Here ye, here ye, calling all the hawgs

Fresh outta the whole tank, bouncin up the walls

Dub-cee! The bandana president, with the gauge on the ghetto

Rollin through y'all residents

Runnin the scene this is the king of the cars

Thugged out baby in my new busta's

Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of them let me see up

Ridaz throw ya heaterz up

Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've been gone

But now I'm back to get my walk on!

Swang with the game as I reach out and touch ya

Turn the cup up and get ignorant on this motherfucker

“Mayday, mayday!” back in charge

[shrilling noise] calling out cars, calling out cars

dip, skip through the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle

hoppin' out the SS workin' all them angles

Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and ive got my homeboy



[Verse 2: MC Ren]

Hell yeah, the motherfucking villain

1 to the 2 to the 3 to the +Hello+

Look at these g'z working these fake ass sopranos



Here come the Villain with another heater

With motherfucking Dub nigga in the two-seater

On my nuts while I west west y'all

Grab that microphone and I test test y'all

Villian baritone be like all over y'all

Who wanna ball with that Black nigga Ren?

Like the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling

Dub-cee! Give a fuck if these bitches don't love me

yeah!



[Chorus: Ice Cube]

I wanna bang, I wanna ride

I wanna slang, from the side, do it now

It's do or die

We can ball till the wheels fall off

And let these motherfuckers know they gotta peel us off



[Verse 3: WC]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Upon em again and I'm er running em again, look at it

With da-da-da-day, with da-da-da-day

Dub rock it; let your flag hang from your back pocket

Draw on em, on em, on em can't none of em

Eat with me, eat my style but y'all can't get rid of me

I heard y'all C-Walking now, yeah who taught you?

What you could say who?

Nigga why-I-I-I-I-I oughta smack all the spit out of you!

Beat the shit out of you! Get at em dumping, stomping

Dippin in the 600, saggin in my overalls blunted

Finger and thumb it, quick run

This gangsta shit Dub-Cee runnin

Here son, steady pumping I come through punking

Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them highstyles like Kobe

So shut up and kneel to these Westside parolees

And pass the blunt, cos none of ya'll can hold it



[Hook x2]

We got the niggaz (we got the bitches)

We got the killaz (we got the riches)

We got the dealers (we hit the switches)

We got every fucking thing you want

And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we don't



[Verse 4: MC Ren]

Who that nigga that you fucking with?

When you want to hear some motherfucking nigger shit

Call the villain and I'll bring hot lyric

Waltonville to hit your bitch nigga ren with it

Y'all need to quit it

This shit legendary, fuck around with it and yo mama get buried

Your first born and that bitch you just married!

Who give a fuck pop that baby she just carried

Hubbin' all black like my fucking skin tone

How the fuck you gon talk about the villain, you a clone

Bitin every time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss?

Weak motherfuckers better say us!

So +If it Ain't Ruff+, it ain't my shit

Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my dick

Hate my clique, bitch-man cos I won't hit

A nigga that I ain't fucking wit!



[Hook x2]



[All]

Please Beelive it, please beelive it, please believe it



Awww man gimme one mo' sip of that cognac!