Westside Slaughterhouse Westside Connection

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Westside!

[Verse 1: Mack 10]
Microphone check 1-0
From the West Coast bailer and tell her, I cuss like a sailor
When you see her, she’s a goner, moved to California
Blew the bitch up and put the gangsta twist on her
Sunny Southern Cali, it never snows
Niggas yellin' "HEY’S!" and "HO'S!" (Woooo!)
We dumpin’ outta 6-4's
When it comes to gun play, we vets (Argh!)
It's West Coast for life — no crews, only sets

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Well, it's the dawg! Breathin' out the smog
I'm a hog of this gangsta shit! Don of the clique!
All you suckas wanna diss the Pacific
But you busta niggas never get specific
Used to Love H.E.R., mad ‘cause we fucked a
Pussy-whipped BITCH with no Common Sense!
Hip-hop started in the West!
Ice Cube bailin' through the East without a vest

[Verse 3: WC]
Now, as I look to my riz-ight, and to my left
I see muthafuckaz starin' like they wanna step
So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdriver
In case I gotta cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
Find a-nother crew of niggas who can fuck with this
Lyrical bully givin' verbal bruises to crews!
Fool, you must be on dick, dope and dynamite — how ya figure?
Speed on before you get peed on, nigga! (Yeah!)