作词 : Dedrick D. Rolison/O'Shea Jackson Sr./William Calhoun 作曲 : Dedrick D. Rolison/O'Shea Jackson Sr./William Calhoun Westside! Microphone check 1-0 from the West Coast bailer and teller I cuss like a sailor When you see her she's a goner, moved to California Blew the ***** up and put the gangsta twist on her Sunny Southern Cal, it never snows N*ggas yellin' 'hey's and 'ho's We jumpin' outta 6-4's When it comes to the gun play, we vets It's West Coast for life, no crews, only sets Well, it's the dog, 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 buster n*ggas never get specific Used to love her, mad 'cause we f*cked her P*ssy-whipped ***** with no Common Sense Hip-hop started in the West Ice Cube bellin' through the East without a vest Now as I look to my riz-zight and to my left I see motherf*ckers staring like they wanna step So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdriver In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's ****** Find a-notha crew of n*ggas that can f*ck with this Lyrical bully, given verbal bruises to crews, fool You must be on d*ck, d*pe and dynamite. How you figure? Speed on before you get peed on, n*gga Fool, what side is you, red or the blue? Wild as the L.A. Zoo, it's round two I ignite, grab the mic tight, strike like a rattle Bring your rhymes and nines to the muthaf*ckin' battle 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 Oh ah, oh ah, do a walk by, and watch everybody die N*ggas into gangs, thangs and narcotic Freak *****es, 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!) F*ck all you n*ggas, I'm yellin' This is M.A.A.D. Circle to the fullest everybody 187 Toones play the piano, f*ck a battle I'm socking rappers like mad man Santiago 'Cause you n*ggas ain't impressin' me Plus you signed to Big Red Records, so n*gga, f*ck what you tellin' me Sit down junior, you couldn't see me if you wanted to Look ya'll, it's Mack 10, Cube and the "W" Westside's on the map! N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold! Westside's on the map! N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold! 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 About to let loose with the chrome trey-deuce Five shot, and I, put holes in your bandana I push a Benz, you still rollin' G's So n*gga miss me with that set trippin', start slangin' keys When I say gitchy-gitchy, n*ggas get *****y-*****y 'Cause they heard of the natural born murderer I'm like Frankenstein, it's spankin' time Layin' in the sunshine with only one nine So who wants to bust with the never-rust? Goin' 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 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 ***** I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95 'Cause n*ggas be foul and bitin' other n*ggas' styles But if you're bitin' this, you better bring a dentist 'Cause sucking these *****'ll give your a*s lockjaw, fool 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 d*pe beats, and grab the mic and stay down? Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound? Sh*t I never thought that my ****'a get bigger Checkin' major figures, I'm hangin' with platinum n*ggas It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swingin' No time for bangin', but still got my khakis hangin' F*ck one love, it's the bloody glove, killin' honkey hoes Leaving blood stains on Broncos In a Hertz rental, I drive on the 405 Is he dead or alive? Mother-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 Ah, 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 turning around And like Brandy, motherf*ckers 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 **** Transformers get stole on (BOOM) Get the picture, killa Cali, home of the body bags, n*gga Westside's on the map! N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold! Westside's on the map! N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold!
[00:00.000] 作词 : Dedrick D. Rolison/O'Shea Jackson Sr./William Calhoun [00:00.607] 作曲 : Dedrick D. Rolison/O'Shea Jackson Sr./William Calhoun [00:01.215]Westside! [00:10.462]Microphone check 1-0 from the West Coast bailer and teller [00:14.903]I cuss like a sailor [00:15.896]When you see her she's a goner, moved to California [00:18.822]Blew the ***** up and put the gangsta twist on her [00:21.434]Sunny Southern Cal, it never snows [00:23.445]N*ggas yellin' 'hey's and 'ho's [00:25.326]We jumpin' outta 6-4's [00:26.737]When it comes to the gun play, we vets [00:29.114]It's West Coast for life, no crews, only sets [00:31.387]Well, it's the dog, breathin' out the smog [00:33.711]I'm a hog of this gangsta sh*t, Don of the clique [00:36.872]All you suckas wanna diss the Pacific [00:40.007]But you buster n*ggas never get specific [00:42.567]Used to love her, mad 'cause we f*cked her [00:44.918]P*ssy-whipped ***** with no Common Sense [00:48.366]Hip-hop started in the West [00:50.195]Ice Cube bellin' through the East without a vest [00:52.441]Now as I look to my riz-zight and to my left [00:54.949]I see motherf*ckers staring like they wanna step [00:57.483]So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdriver [00:59.756]In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's ****** [01:02.942]Find a-notha crew of n*ggas that can f*ck with this [01:05.764]Lyrical bully, given verbal bruises to crews, fool [01:08.193]You must be on d*ck, d*pe and dynamite. How you figure? [01:11.014]Speed on before you get peed on, n*gga [01:13.104]Fool, what side is you, red or the blue? [01:16.160]Wild as the L.A. Zoo, it's round two [01:18.590]I ignite, grab the mic tight, strike like a rattle [01:21.202]Bring your rhymes and nines to the muthaf*ckin' battle [01:23.788]So sun down to sun up, run up with my gun up [01:26.374]All brakes get to pumpin', you know a n*gga dumpin' [01:29.117]You dread like a Rasta when I lock like a terrier [01:31.651]Mack 10, that n*gga with the heat that'll bury ya [01:34.342]Oh ah, oh ah, do a walk by, and watch everybody die [01:39.592]N*ggas into gangs, thangs and narcotic [01:42.440]Freak *****es, riches, and hydraulics [01:45.104]Pull heat, knock you off your feet [01:47.351]Clear the whole block, both sides of the street [01:50.041]Even Crips and Bloods hear my thuds [01:52.000]Fee fie foe fum—ay n*gga, where you from? (Westside!) [01:55.187]F*ck all you n*ggas, I'm yellin' [01:57.225]This is M.A.A.D. Circle to the fullest everybody 187 [02:00.725]Toones play the piano, f*ck a battle [02:02.815]I'm socking rappers like mad man Santiago [02:05.532]'Cause you n*ggas ain't impressin' me [02:07.465]Plus you signed to Big Red Records, so n*gga, f*ck what you tellin' me [02:10.652]Sit down junior, you couldn't see me if you wanted to [02:13.447]Look ya'll, it's Mack 10, Cube and the "W" [02:17.261]Westside's on the map! [02:18.227]N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold! [02:22.198]Westside's on the map! [02:23.609]N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold! [02:26.456]I just had a scrap for the neighborhood [02:28.572]Inglewood stereotype, gotta deal with the hype [02:31.680]Known to kick back with the fat sack, f*ck that [02:34.240]Where my gat at? These n*ggas trippin' off my Bulls hat [02:36.905]About to let loose with the chrome trey-deuce [02:39.491]Five shot, and I, put holes in your bandana [02:42.312]I push a Benz, you still rollin' G's [02:44.376]So n*gga miss me with that set trippin', start slangin' keys [02:47.093]When I say gitchy-gitchy, n*ggas get *****y-*****y [02:50.462]'Cause they heard of the natural born murderer [02:52.631]I'm like Frankenstein, it's spankin' time [02:55.086]Layin' in the sunshine with only one nine [02:58.064]So who wants to bust with the never-rust? [03:00.363]Goin' platinum plus, every time I cuss [03:02.949]So f*ck the whole world, black (F*ck 'em!) [03:05.535]N*ggas better hope I don't grow my jheri-curl back [03:08.252]Step up, murderer, steppin' out a Chevrolet [03:10.864]Sportin' a beanie like Marvin Gaye [03:13.320]Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Chucks [03:15.618]Standin' tall in your freestyle session holdin' my ***** [03:18.492]I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95 [03:20.895]'Cause n*ggas be foul and bitin' other n*ggas' styles [03:23.560]But if you're bitin' this, you better bring a dentist [03:26.302]'Cause sucking these *****'ll give your a*s lockjaw, fool [03:28.993]Which way shall I go? N*gga, what should I do? [03:31.240]Should I bang with the red or should I truce with the blue? [03:33.930]Should I rock d*pe beats, and grab the mic and stay down? [03:36.516]Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound? Sh*t [03:39.494]I never thought that my ****'a get bigger [03:42.028]Checkin' major figures, I'm hangin' with platinum n*ggas [03:44.693]It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swingin' [03:47.148]No time for bangin', but still got my khakis hangin' [03:49.996]F*ck one love, it's the bloody glove, killin' honkey hoes [03:52.843]Leaving blood stains on Broncos [03:55.168]In a Hertz rental, I drive on the 405 [03:58.355]Is he dead or alive? [04:00.314]Mother-f*ck court, took another snort [04:02.900]Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport [04:05.826]So I can catch a flight away from the drama [04:08.072]Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas [04:10.658]Ah, Shucky Ducky, quack quack [04:12.278]N*ggas ain't knowin' how to act [04:13.950]Sucka ducks play the back [04:15.700]N*ggas used to diss but now it's turning around [04:18.182]And like Brandy, motherf*ckers wanna be down with this [04:21.081]West Coast rap game, I can give a f*ck [04:23.380]If you wasn't down at first, you can buck these **** [04:26.018]Transformers get stole on (BOOM) [04:28.004]Get the picture, killa Cali, home of the body bags, n*gga [04:32.706]Westside's on the map! [04:33.646]N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold! [04:37.669]Westside's on the map! [04:38.975]N*ggas rappin' since the '70s and still never went gold!
