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!)