Bangin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Master P & Ice Cube] West-si-ide Heh, niggas be like wonderin' where the Ice Cream Man been I've been down south countin' my marbles, nigga But I got two sides Damn, it feel good to be back in the Yay Area, I mean, the Westside 'Cause these muthafuckin' West Coast Bad Boys Westside Connection, Ice Cube, Dub-C, and Mack 10 Nigga, y'all know the Westside is bout it bout it Bust on 'em, Mack [Verse 1: Mack 10 & Ice Cube] It's the I-N-G-L-E here to trouble you W, double-O-D, see me I take this gangbang shit the whole mile Beach cruisin' on hood patrol with my flag Aunt Jemima style (Yeah) I throw my set up, I wet up, nigga, I wreck up No hollow points so I don't jam the TEC up, dawg I move the cavy or yay to parlay When niggas trip, I spray, then it's anybody K all day Shit, I'll trizzip to my clizzip, who wanna fuck wit' it (Who?) Since the world is a ghetto it's like I'm stuck wit' it Killa Cali is the state murder Every day, kiss the homie, lay my rag in the casket and retaliate Nigga, who is you? What side is you - red or blue? I gets my dump on, I regulate the turf I stomp on Every time I see some, I grabs me gun Redrum, redrum, and Inglewood is where I be from Boom boom, bang on, I bust back, fuck that Loud strings in my Chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat I let holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin' Westside niggas fo' life, it's gangbangin' (Westside) [Chorus: Master P & Ice Cube] Red rag, blue rag, watchin' niggas sag .44 Mag, throwin' up flags (Yeah) If you bout it, what you claimin'? Fuck what you slangin' (Fuck it) Ain't no tamin' Westside gangbangin' [Verse 2: Ice Cube] What do I got to get high for? What would I lie for? And what would I die for? (Westside is the best side) You got to know, keep the Calico by the bedside It's what I'm all about (Yeah) Now which one of y'all muthafuckas shot up my mama's house? It ain't no rules when you ain't got nothin' to lose And a gang of tattoos So throw your muthafuckin' set high in the air If you don't care, to ride in wheelchairs Watch what hood you select Many niggas get checked for the tat on their neck We got the cannabis bombay, G-ride Hyundai You best'a pray we don't find out where you stay Lookin' at my mama through a glass window I've been in L.A. before it was called South Central Makin' niggas like you statistics (You) While bumpin' The Stylistics, and I'm loc'in', smokin' that yerman as a youngsta Now I'm feelin' big and strong as Herman Munster It's the set I threw up, the only way to go (Westside) It's the way I grew up, the only way I know, fa sho It ain't about Crip or Blood (No) And it'll never die (Never), because there's too much love It's gangbangin' [Chorus: Master P & Ice Cube] Red rag, blue rag, watchin' niggas sag (Gangbangin') .44 Mag, throwin' up flags (We bout it) If you bout it, what you claimin'? Fuck what you slangin' (Fuck it) Ain't no tamin' Westside gangbangin' [Verse 3: WC & Ice Cube] High as a kizzite, tonight, rollin' on my cizzike What that Dub-S to that C like I'm ready, point them niggas out where they at We goin' Hussein on this gangbang track Young hoodsta, yayo pusher, blood gusher Nigga, make way for this neighborhood hoodsta Raised in the system, gang affiliated America, take a look at what you created (Look) Started in a section, grew like an erection Spread it like cancer now the country's infected (Gangbangin' worldwide) Peep the death toll I guess the world really is a muthafuckin' ghetto But Westside niggas are the craziest That's why I'm keepin' my fingers on these loaded clips 'Cause we done served two of them, and Ain't no tellin' when them niggas gon' hit the gate And try to retaliate (Never know) I can't sleep 'cause death is lookin' for me (What?) I can't shake the jacket, too many niggas know me Deezamn, I guess I'm in too deep Fuck colors (Fuck 'em), I'm ridin' over long term beefs [Chorus: Master P & Ice Cube] Red rag, blue rag (Yeah), watchin' niggas sag (Yeah) .44 Mag, throwin' up flags If you bout it, what you claimin'? (We bout it) Fuck what you slangin' (We bout it) Ain't no tamin' Westside gangbangin' Red rag, blue rag, watchin' niggas sag (i>OG Master P) .44 Mag, throwin' up flags If you bout it, what you claimin'? Fuck what you slangin' Ain't no tamin' Westside gangbangin' [Outro: Master P & Ice Cube] Gangbangin', haha Cube, nigga, what's up? (You, you really up, nigga) WC, Mack 10, Master P, huh, gangbangin', nigga Gangbangin' on these dead presidents, nigga, uhh We rowdy, we bout it bout it Told y'all niggas the Westside, best side (Master P) We got somethin' for y'all haters, nigga (Master P) Regulators (Down with the Westside Connection) Bringin' the whole muthafuckin' Westside, red, blue, together Makin' green, nigga (Makin' green) Y'all niggas think about it Worldwide West Coast Bad Boys Red rag, blue rag watchin' niggas sag .44 Mag, throwin' up flags (We bout it) If you bout it, what you claimin'? (Hell yeah, we bout it, nigga) Fuck what you slangin' Ain't no tamin' Westside gangbangin' (Thought you knew) It's alright to be a G (Westside Connection) Live for red and blue (My nigga Master P) But ain't no more dying for it, nigga (Keep on collectin' that dollar) When we can live for that green, ha The legal way, baby, the legal way This song is dedicated to everybody fallen a victim of a gangbangin' Not for long Worldwide Westside, real niggas of the world unite Fuck that shit