Bangin’ Westside Connection (Ft. Master P)

[Intro: Master P & Ice Cube]
West-si-ide
Heh, niggas be like wonderin' where the Ice Cream Man been
I've been down south countin' my marbles, nigga
But I got two sides
Damn, it feel good to be back in the Yay Area, I mean, the Westside
'Cause these muthafuckin' West Coast Bad Boys
Westside Connection, Ice Cube, Dub-C, and Mack 10
Nigga, y'all know the Westside is bout it bout it
Bust on 'em, Mack

[Verse 1: Mack 10 & Ice Cube]
It's the I-N-G-L-E here to trouble you
W, double-O-D, see me
I take this gangbang shit the whole mile
Beach cruisin' on hood patrol with my flag Aunt Jemima style (Yeah)
I throw my set up, I wet up, nigga, I wreck up
No hollow points so I don't jam the TEC up, dawg
I move the cavy or yay to parlay
When niggas trip, I spray, then it's anybody K all day
Shit, I'll trizzip to my clizzip, who wanna fuck wit' it (Who?)
Since the world is a ghetto it's like I'm stuck wit' it
Killa Cali is the state murder
Every day, kiss the homie, lay my rag in the casket and retaliate
Nigga, who is you? What side is you - red or blue?
I gets my dump on, I regulate the turf I stomp on
Every time I see some, I grabs me gun
Redrum, redrum, and Inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom, bang on, I bust back, fuck that
Loud strings in my Chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat
I let holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin'
Westside niggas fo' life, it's gangbangin' (Westside)