Westside Slaughterhouse lyrics

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Westside!

[Verse 1: Mack 10]
Microphone check 1-0
From the West Coast bailer and tell her, I cuss like a sailor
When you see her, she’s a goner, moved to California
Blew the b*tch up and put the gangsta twist on her
Sunny Southern Cali, it never snows
n*ggas yellin' "HEY’S!" and "HO'S!" (Woooo!)
We dumpin’ outta 6-4's
When it comes to gun play, we vets (Argh!)
It's West Coast for life — no crews, only sets

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Well, it's the dawg! Breathin' out the smog
I'm a hog of this gangsta sh*t! Don of the clique!
All you suckas wanna diss the Pacific
But you busta n*ggas never get specific
Used to Love H.E.R., mad ‘cause we f*cked a
pus*y-whipped b*tch with no Common Sense!
Hip-hop started in the West!
Ice Cube bailin' through the East without a vest

[Verse 3: WC]
Now, as I look to my riz-ight, and to my left
I see muthaf*ckaz starin' like they wanna step
So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdriver
In case I gotta cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
Find a-nother crew of n*ggas who can f*ck with this
Lyrical bully givin' verbal bruises to crews!
Fool, you must be on di*k, dope and dynamite — how ya figure?
Speed on before you get peed on, n*gga! (Yeah!)
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
Fool, what side is you? Red or the blue? (Who?)
Wild as the L.A. Zoo, it's round two
I ignite, grab the mic tight, strike like a rattle (Ahh!)
Bring your rhymes and 9's to the muthaf*ckin' battle (Woo-ooh!)
So sun-down to sun-up, run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumpin', you know a n*gga dumpin'
You dread like a Rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 — that n*gga with the heat that'll bury ya

[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
(Oh-I, oh-I...) Do a walk by, and watch everybody die!
n*ggas into gangs, thangs and narcotics
Freak b*tches, riches and hydraulics
Pull heat! Knock you off your feet!
Clear the whole block, both sides of the street!
Even Crips and Bloods hear my thuds
Fee-fie-foe-fum! Ay, n*gga, where you from?! (Westside!)

[Verse 6: WC]
f*ck all you n*ggas, I'm yellin'!
This is M.A.A.D. Circle to the fullest, everybody 187 (Yeah)
Toones play the piano, f*ck a battle!
I'm sockin' rappers like mad man Santiago (Arghh!!!)
‘Cause you n*ggas ain't impressin' me
Plus you signed to Big Red Records, so n*gga, f*ck whatcha tellin' me! (Uh!)
Sit down, junior, you couldn't see me if you wanted to
Look, ya'll — it's Mack 10, Cube and the W!
[Hook x2: Ice Cube & (Mack 10)]
Westside’s on the map!
(n*ggas rappin’ since the ‘70s and still never went gold!)

[Verse 7: Mack 10]
I just had a scrap for the neighborhood Inglewood stereotype
Gotta deal with the hype
Known to kick back with the fat sack, f*ck that!
Where my gat at? These n*ggas trippin’ off my Bulls hat (Oooh!)
About to let loose with the chrome tré-deuce
Fire shot and I, put holes in your bandana
I push a Benz, you still rollin' G's
n*gga, miss me with that set-trip and start slangin' keys

[Verse 8: Ice Cube]
When I say gitchy-gitchy! n*ggas get b*tchy-b*tchy
‘Cause they heard of the Natural Born Murderer
I'm like Frankenstein, it's spankin' time
Layin' in the sunshine with only one 9
So who wants to bust with the never-rust?
Doin' platinum plus every time I cuss
So f*ck the whole world, black! (f*ck ‘em!)
n*ggas better hope I don't grow my jheri-curl back

[Verse 9: WC]
Step up, murderer!
Steppin' out a Chevrolet, sportin' a beanie like Marvin Gaye
Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Chucks
Standin' tall in your freestyle session, holdin' my balls
I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
‘Cause n*ggas be foul and bitin' other n*ggas' styles (Ugh!)
But if you're bitin' this, you better bring a dentist
‘Cause suckin' these balls'll give your ass lockjaw, fool! (Woo-oooo!)
[Verse 10: Mack 10]
Which way shall I go? n*gga, what should I do?
Should I bang with the red, or should I truce with the blue?
Should I rock dope beats, and grab the mic and stay down?
Or should I shoot outta town and flip this pound?
Shiieet! I never thought that my nuts'd get bigger
Checkin' major figures, I'm hangin’ with platinum n*ggas
It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swangin'
No time for bangin', but still got my khakis hangin'

[Verse 11: Ice Cube]
f*ck one love! It's the bloody glove, killin' honkey hoes
Leavin' blood stains on Broncos
In a Hertz rental, I drive on the 405 — is he dead or alive?
Mutha-f*ck court! Took another snort
Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport
So I can catch a flight away from the drama
Number 32, chillin' in the Bahamas

[Verse 12: WC]
Aww, Shucky Ducky! Quack quack!
n*ggas ain't knowin' how to act
Sucka ducks play the back
n*ggas used to diss, but now it's turnin' around
And like Brandy, muthaf*ckaz wanna be down with this
West Coast rap game, I can give a f*ck!
If you wasn't down at first, you can buck these nuts!
Transformers get stole on! (BOOM!)
Get the picture? Killa Cali — home of the body bags, n*gguh! (Ugh!)

[Hook x2: Ice Cube & (Mack 10)]
Westside’s on the map!
(n*ggas rappin’ since the ‘70s and still never went gold!)