Текст песни WC f Ice Cube, Mack 10 - Ghetto Heisman
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[Ice Cube]1, 2, 3, 4Get you a bitch up on the floorYou gotta get up and get down (WALK!)You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)[WC]To the Weeeeeeest, MARCHBang, crease the starchUh oh, here we go againOff the chain, that Dub SC gangState yo name[Ice Cube]Ice Cube motherfucker[WC]What`s your name[Mack 10]Mack 10 motherfucker[WC]Well bang on, swang on Cause on mine I`ma G on, Dub C let a scene onGet my green on, with my white sling onWeather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and draggingThree wheels, make the heat squealThis Westcoast shit is the shit that we builtWho wanna bust with or fuck with him, and confessY`all can`t fuck with it, I`m out the roof with it, bang loose with itDub C, from that Dub SCFo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man[Chorus]Walk, walkNiggas let me see you walkWalk, walkBitches let me see you walk - 2xTo the Weeeeeeest, MARCHCalling all cars, niggas look hardNear park cars, after darkGet toe start[Ice Cube]Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent thisDon`t mistake the masked up for the apprenticeAll you bitch ass niggas are defenselessLike a Catholic priest, and bout ten kidsIt`s sunday school, I run you foolsYou ain`t gone do shitI got the flip shit, to plantSpit it like I`m gone spit itNiggas wanna get it, but they won`t admit itI`m connected and committedAll the way bided, while you bullshittedI`m on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chainMotherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped outNiggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth outGet bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying fuck yaMy whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla[Chorus][Mack 10]It`s for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spitFor niggas that walk off that funkadelic shitI just might go psycho, and grab the automaticAnd let one off for the gangbang addictsCause I`m westside connected like a hand in the gloveAnd I`m the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys loveHopped out braided and valetd in the front of the clubI hit the do` niggas speak, I hit em up with a dubAnd even on the east coast, I rep Hoo BanginIced out, creased khakis with a red flag hangingFin to bust a bitch to give head, that`s eating the jawAnd if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoesGet ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya ?And ain`t no niggas in the game that can beat this groupMack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claimWe do the damn thang, and it`s off the chainTo the Weeeeeeest, MARCHCalling all cars, niggas look hardNear park cars, after darkGet toe start - 2x[Chorus - 2x](*ad-libs*)