Текст песни Westside Connection -  Cross `Em Out and Put a `   
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INTRO:(ICE CUBE) 
Brrrgh! 
Ai!Ai! 
In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak 
 
VERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) 
Well it`s the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style 
And pullin 211`s ever since TAA-DOOW 
There`s ten million ways to die 
Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin 
Off this gang-bang music 
So all I`d wanna got the room stumped 
I`m smokin,make dough like Trump 
Cookin ??? to they chunk,punk! 
Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust 
And cross em out and put a`K if they ain`t down with us 
 
It`s off the hook,nigga,I`m a Westside crook,nigga 
The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga 
I`m not an MC,I`m not a G 
I mean I`m A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between 
Rappers like gangbangin cos I`m in it to the fullest 
And my hood ain`t never dodgin bullets 
It`s all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips 
Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga! 
 
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo 
What`s this my ??? low-grader system 
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises 
Nigga be dissin on a down low 
So now my motto`s:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the  
West Coast" 
New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers 
I`m steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit`cha album covers 
Cross em out and put a`K 
Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays 
 
*Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC* 
`Ey! I Cross `Em Out and Put a `K! 
Inglewoooood! 
Nigga! To South Central L.A.! 
 
VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) 
Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick 
All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat(Brrgh!) 
Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades 
And Cango`s backwards with dark-ass shades 
No switchblades,nigga,we shoots 
That`s how it is on the West when you`re true to your roots 
So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown 
Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down 
 
Check it!Ho shut your mouth and get naked! 
I`m Connected and ain`t no bitches singin on this record 
No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax 
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps 
Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me 
Like it`s all good,you ain`t from my hood 
Nigga,I don`t even like your shit,I don`t like your form 
I`m true,your through,nigga FUCK you! 
 
Nigga get off,this shit is wacked 
Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack 
Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil 
You`re goin up and your fuckin cos I ain`t lovin none of ya 
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked 
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back 
Cos I`m a westside Connection hista 
Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers 
 
CHORUS 
 
INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE) 
Brrrgh! 
In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak 
 
VERSE THREE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) 
Now you can cross out the busters and snitches 
B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches 
From the niggas I know in the streets I run through 
Swear to god bitch,real it ain`t one dog and no(body) 
So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin 
And keep hogs out`cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin 
I`m sick wit it,cappin`cha dome till I hit it 
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can`t fuck with it 
 
Use to get kisses and hugs,now I`m servin ya slugs 
Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y`all niggas ain`t no fuckin thugs 
Be all surprised,everybody dies 
From Columbian neckties covered with fright 
Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots 
I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you 
So when I pull my spray-can to spray 
I`m sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day 
 
I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip 
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit 
Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in 
Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin 
Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck 
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out 
I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed 
In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass 
 
CHORUS 
 
OUTRO:(ICE CUBE) 
Don`t go chasin waterfalls 
Stick to them dicks and balls you`re used to 
Punk ass motherfuckers! 
Brrrrgh!