Mack 10 - Westside Slaughterhouse

[Intro: Ice Cube]

Westside!

[Mack 10]

Microphone check 1-0 from the West Coast bailer and teller

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 Cal, it never snows

Niggas yellin' ‘hey’s and ‘ho's

We jumpin’ outta 6-4's

When it comes to the gun play, we vets

It's West Coast for life, no crews, only sets

[Ice Cube]

Well, it's the dog, 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 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 bellin' through the East without a vest

[WC]

Now as I look to my riz-zight and to my left

I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step

So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdriver

In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina

Find a-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

[Mack 10]

Fool, what side is you, red or the blue?

Wild as the L.A. Zoo, it's round two

I ignite, grab the mic tight, strike like a rattle

Bring your rhymes and nines to the muthafuckin' battle

So sun down to sun up, run up with my gun up

All brakes get to pumpin', you know a nigga dumpin'

You dread like a Rasta when I lock like a terrier

Mack 10, that nigga with the heat that'll bury ya

[Ice Cube]

Oh ah, oh ah, do a walk by, and watch everybody die

Niggas into gangs, thangs and narcotic

Freak bitches, riches, and hydraulics

Pull heat, knock you off your feet

Clear the whole block, both sides of the street

Even Crips and Bloods hear my thuds

Fee fie foe fum—ay nigga, where you from? (Westside!)

[WC]

Fuck all you niggas, I'm yellin'

This is M.A.A.D. Circle to the fullest everybody 187

Toones play the piano, fuck a battle

I'm socking rappers like mad man Santiago

‘Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me

Plus you signed to Big Red Records, so nigga, fuck what you tellin' me

Sit down junior, you couldn't see me if you wanted to

Look ya'll, it's Mack 10, Cube and the "W"

[Hook 2X]

Ice Cube: Westside’s on the map!

Mack 10: Niggas rappin’ since the ‘70s and still never went gold!

[Mack 10]

I just had a scrap for the neighborhood

Inglewood stereotype, gotta deal with the hype

Known to kick back with the fat sack, fuck that

Where my gat at? These niggas trippin’ off my Bulls hat

About to let loose with the chrome trey-deuce

Five shot, and I, put holes in your bandana

I push a Benz, you still rollin' G's

So nigga miss me with that set trippin’, start slangin' keys

[Ice Cube]

When I say gitchy-gitchy, niggas get bitchy-bitchy

‘Cause they heard of the natural born murderer

I'm like Frankenstein, it's spankin' time

Layin' in the sunshine with only one nine

So who wants to bust with the never-rust?

Goin' platinum plus, every time I cuss

So fuck the whole world, black (Fuck ‘em!)

Niggas better hope I don't grow my jheri-curl back

[WC]

Step up, murderer, steppin' out a Chevrolet

Sportin' a beanie like Marvin Gaye

Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Chucks

Standin' tall in your freestyle session holdin' my balls

I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95

‘Cause niggas be foul and bitin' other niggas' styles

But if you're bitin' this, you better bring a dentist

‘Cause sucking these balls'll give your ass lockjaw, fool

[Mack 10]

Which way shall I go? Nigga, what should I do?

Should I bang with the red or should I truce with the blue?

Should I rock dope beats, and grab the mic and stay down?

Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound? Shit

I never thought that my nuts'a get bigger

Checkin' major figures, I'm hangin’ with platinum niggas

It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swingin'

No time for bangin', but still got my khakis hangin'

[Ice Cube]

Fuck one love, it's the bloody glove, killin' honkey hoes

Leaving blood stains on Broncos

In a Hertz rental, I drive on the 405

Is he dead or alive?

Mother-fuck court, took another snort

Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport

So I can catch a flight away from the drama

Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas

[WC]

Ah, Shucky Ducky, quack quack

Niggas ain't knowin' how to act

Sucka ducks play the back

Niggas used to diss but now it's turning around

And like Brandy, motherfuckers wanna be down with this

West Coast rap game, I can give a fuck

If you wasn't down at first, you can buck these nuts

Transformers get stole on (BOOM)

Get the picture, killa Cali, home of the body bags, nigga

[Hook 2X]

Ice Cube: Westside’s on the map!

Mack 10: Niggas rappin’ since the ‘70s and still never went gold!