Cross 'em Out And Put A 'k

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,nigg* trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us

It's off the hook,nigg*,I'm a Westside crook,nigg*
The forty motherfkin dollars on my books,nigg*
I'm not an MC,I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to fkin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like g*ngb*ngin 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,girls and chips,nigg*!

Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What's this my ??? low-grader system
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
nigg* be dissin on a down low
So now my motto's:"fk every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School,Old School,I hate you motherfkers
I'm steady plottin,cracklin my as* wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days,nigg*,then run the fkin holidays

*Chorus 3x: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC*
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
nigg*! To South Central L.A.!

VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)
Godd*mn nigg*!This s**t 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,nigg*,we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kill the action,punk,hootchie girls clown
nigg* 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 girls singin on this record
No R&B tracks,just on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every nigg* in the industry wanna rap with me
Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood
nigg*,I don't even like your s**t,I don't like your form
I'm true,your through,nigg* fcK you!

nigg* get off,this s**t is wacked
fk that,I bust you in the can with a motherfkin propajack
Spit on ya,s**t on ya when I get on your pi*sil
You're goin up and your fkin cos I ain't lovin none of ya
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
Stabbed in the t*ts 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 girls
From the I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god b*tch,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 b*tch as* is speakin
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fk with it

Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
fk B-Real and Muggs,y'all ain't no fkin thugs
Be all surprised,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya fkin maggots,ya fkin f*gg*ts
I shoulda hurt you,every motherfker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfkin day

I once knew this b*tch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta s**t
Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in
Till this nigg* bout the name of Dove caught him slippin
Tied his as* up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his as* 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 d*cks and balls you're used to
Punk as* motherfkers!
Brrrrgh!