Текст песни Westside Connection - All the Critics in New York, слова песни Westside Connection

Текст песни Westside Connection - All the Critics in New York

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[Mack 10 talking]Goddamn! New York City!Skyscrapers and everything![Ice Cube]Back in the day, we used to respect y`all niggasWe used to be down with y`all niggasAll you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespectSo I say to you and your cityy`all niggas will never get our respect againWestside nigga (Keeping it real)Yeah! (Keeping it real)[All]WESTSIIIIIDE!Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)What about Queens in the house?!? (INGLEWOOOOD!!!)Manhattan in the house?!? (South Central)Long Island in the house?!? (Check it out)Is the Bronx in the house?!? (Waddup)Staten Island in the house?!? (Woop woop)The West Coast is in the house sayinwhy you talkin loud?!?What you talkin bout?!?[Ice Cube]Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-CWho wants to rock the microphone after me?Think of who you are and who you beMy energy holds it down like the NFCI`m going thorough thru your boroughwit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl, gangstas rule the worldOn the west, nevertheless, W-SWe got the bomb and you niggas got the stress[Mack 10]You couldn`t have said it no better homeboyWith my automatic toy, I kill and destroyThese buster ass critics from the N-Y-CDon`t they know that I be from the I-N-GMy peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay duesby murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran usWe bustin clips like bananas, sportin colored bandanas[WC}It`s the Mister hoodsta, cap peelerDusty ass New York critic killerDumping and pumping the motherfuckin lead in their chestbecause ain`t none of them niggas ever gave it up for the WestSo now it`s on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpinFuck U-N-I-T-Y, I`m coast trippinSaggin as a Pelle, smashin tape recordersThis is 187 on a New York reporter"New York, New York""New York, New York""New York, New York""New York, New York"[Ice Cube]Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-Ctryin to get an East hip-hop monopolyBut I`ve been writing gangsta shit since `83when y`all was still scared to use profanityNow everybody wanna run and go and get triggersand blame it on these West Coast seven-figure niggasJust because we made it real niggas got to dealI hope blood ain`t got to spill, I kill[Mack 10]It`s like the battle of the sexesYou wanna treat us like bitches cos we`re platinum when we flex thisWith mic in hand, fans in the standsWe make a mill-ion from California to Japan, bitchWent overseas, seen D`s how we done it88`s to 100`s to let me know who really run itThis West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin, or we jackinPackin nina`s and sellin out arenas, niggas[WC]You make me wanna holler, throw up both my DubsAnd roll these niggas up, I got to beat emwhen I see me, T-Roller cut off his scrotumLeave em bleedin in particles for them biases articlesI`m mashin and blastin so get the casketI bet you after this I get a fuckin hip-hop classicI`m banning you niggas from the sceneKickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines[Ice Cube]To the West my niggas, to the WestTo the West my niggas, to the WestTo the West my niggas, to the WestWe the best my niggas don`t stressFuck all the critics in the N-Y-Cand your articles tryin to rate my LPFuck your backpacks and your wack ass rapsSayin we ain`t real because we make snapsSellin 6-fo`s to the dab, what you lookin at?With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, niggaI got a pocket full of green busting at the seamsFuck your baggy jeans, fuck your magazines[Mack 10]Hey hey hey, what`s happenin round tre?It`s still M-Y critic K on mines all motherfuckin dayIt`s a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossinGot to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffinWho wanna regret, fuckin with my setI be a 24-year street Westside Connect vetYou niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet usWe packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us[WC]AIIIIYO!!! Nigga fuck that shitI gotta, kill it kill it, fuck a New York criticHe write about how I lived it, did it, plus I`m still with itPuttin it down on all these DJs, hate, fakin and flakinNever once played my record on their radio stationNo love for a New York critic or disc jockMatter of fact I`m blamin all y`all for fuckin up hip-hop[All]Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)What about Queens in the house?!? (WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!)Manhattan in the house?!? (And it don`t stop)Long Island in the house?!? (YEAH! YEAH! Check it out)Is the Bronx in the house?!? Staten Island in the house?!? (Say what say what??)The West Coast is in the house sayin (Yeah)why you talkin loud?!?What you talkin bout?!?[Ice Cube] [Mack 10 talking over Ice Cube]Why talkin loud?!? Yeah, take it how you wanna take it, punkWhat you talkin bout?!? We`re gonna make it how *repeat 15x* we gonna make it, punkWESTSIDE NIGGA!!! What y`all niggas talkin about? Y`all ain`t acquantin and barkin on hip-hop This Westside Connection WESTSIIIIDE!!!

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All the Critics in New York

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