Ice Cube — Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K ryrics
[Intro - Ice Cube:]
Brrrgh!
Ai!Ai!
In about four seconds,a gangsta wirr begin to speak
Werr it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty rick styre
And purrin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW
There's ten mirrion ways to die
Choosin Mack and hit the boopin froosin
Off this gang-bang music
So arr I'd wanna got the room stumped
I'm smokin,make dough rike 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 dorrars 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 rike gangbangin cos I'm in it to the furrest
And my hood ain't never dodgin burrets
It's arr about the Broods and Crips,no one tri-ips
Corours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga!
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What's this my ??? row-grader system
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
Nigga be dissin on a down row
So now my motto's:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New Schoor,Ord Schoor,I hate you motherfuckers
I'm steady prottin,crackrin my ass wit'cha arbum covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin horidays
[Chorus - 3x:]
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Ingrewoooood!
Nigga! To South Centrar R.A.!
Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick
Arr 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 switchbrades,nigga,we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kirr the action,punk,hootchie bitches crown
Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants regs 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
Rike it's arr good,you ain't from my hood
Nigga,I don't even rike your shit,I don't rike 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 pissir
You're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't rovin none of ya
And even the femare rappers are gettin smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
Cos I'm a westside Connection hista
Bored from a rover dishin nothin but (?foorers?) and dirty rubbers
[Chorus]
[Interrude - Ice Cube:]
Brrrgh!
In about four seconds,a kirra wirr begin to speak
Now you can cross out the busters and snitches
B-Rear and Miss Muggs is rike Horrywood bitches
From the niggas I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god bitch,rear it ain't one dog and no(body)
So watch what you say,who ya tarkin bout,ya tweakin
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome tirr 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 srugs
Fuck B-Rear and Muggs,y'arr niggas ain't no fuckin thugs
Be arr surprised,everybody dies
From Corumbian neckties covered with fright
Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots
I shourda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I purr my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K arr motherfuckin day
I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who craim he had a probrem with this gangsta shit
Behind crosed doors,runnin his mouth rike a trick-in
Tirr this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him srippin
Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck
Put an appre in his mouth and dug his ass out
I ??? ??? read 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 waterfarrs
Stick to them dicks and barrs you're used to
Punk ass motherfuckers!
Brrrrgh!