westside slaughterhouse
mack 10
microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
i cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna
moved to california blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
her sunny southern cal it never snows
niggas yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin out of 64's
when it comes to the gun play we vets
it's west coast foe life no crew only sets
it's the dog breathen through the smog
i'm a hog of this gangster shit
all you suckas want to dis the pacific
but you buster niggas never get specific
used to love her mad cause we fucked
her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense
hip hop started in the west
ice cube bailin' through the east without a vest
now as i look to my riznight and to my left
i see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
so i'm grabin' my rusty screw driver
in case i got to cut ya deeper than vanessa del rio's vagina
finda notha crew of niggas that can fuck with this
lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
you must be on dick dope and dynamite
how you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga
while as the l.a. zoo it's round two
i ignite grab the mic tight strike like a ratle bring
rhymes and nines to the mutherfuckin battle
so sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
all brakes get to pumpin'
they know a nigga dumpin'
you dred like a rasta when i lock like a terrier
mack 10 the nigga with the heat that i'll berry ya
do a walk by and watch everybody die
niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics
freak bitches riches and hydrolics
pull heat knock you off yo feet
clear thewhole block both sides of the street
even crips and bloods hear my thuds
fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from westside"