Gangsta Nation Westside Connection (Ft. Nate Dogg)

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation

[Refrain: Nate Dogg & Ice Cube]
Na na na na na na na na (Westside)
Na na na na na na na na (Ohh, ohh)
Na na na na na na na na (What?, what?)
Na na na na na na na na (su wuuu)
Na na na na na na na na (Yeah, yeah)
Na na na na na na na na (we dream gangsta shit)
Na na na na na na na na (supreme gangsta shit)
Na na na na na na na na

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
This game right here is rough as fuck
These hoes out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And with my peers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through, they'll run'n'duck
We still right here so what the fuck?

[Verse 1: W.C.]
Nigga, I'm tired of these niggas barkin' that shit, talkin' that shit
From the concrete but ain't chalkin' that shit
In videos in a bitch pose and a throw back
Holdin' a gat, ain't gonna bust and know that
It's a Dub-S-C thang, W.C. brain
And we don't fuck with niggas in khaki g-strings
Fuck movin', I'm clearin the crowd
It's that hoo-bangin' ban-dana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal