Bow Down - Westside Connection

What would you do If I punked your whole crew?

Would you run like a bitch from me?

Niggaz don’t test

Cause we come from the west

Yes the W-S to the C Westside!

Westside niggaz

Fuck everybody that used to be down

That ain’t down no mo

Y’all niggaz ain’t from the best side

Y’all don’t know how we puts it down

Trick ass motherfuckers

Verse 1, Ice Cube:

Let’s make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I’m bellin

With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin?

Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin

Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor

Catch a tumor you say I’m dickin my consumer

Suede Puma’s as I walk down Florence

With warrants that don’t go to court in Torrance

Tonight I’m buzzin thought I wasn’t

Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins

Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes

A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes

I shift gears when I see tears

Fuck a record, fuck a movie

I rack my uzi

On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry

I did a lick well

I’m in a thick cell

Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails

And when I hear Westside Connection

I get the fuckin erection

Chorus, W.C.:

So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin

I’m only bellin with some three time felons

Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin

I’m only bellin with some three time felons

Bridge:

Rollin till the wheels fall off

A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off

Westside rollin till the wheels fall off

A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off

Verse 2, Mack 10:

I gots to handle mines

So I grinds

Real O.G. parolle

Throw the woop on the quarter key

Ain’t been out but a minute

Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented

Got my pockets back swollen

Motorola holdin

A nigga got the whole hood rollin

BG’s get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated

Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot

Niggaz callin Mack’s spot

Jackpot, the crack spot

Got the double up bomb can’t wait

So wont you bounce rock skate

To where the cluckers hibernate

Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases

Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces

While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus

Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English

So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters

And, ain’t a crew that can get with us It’s west coast, the most, I be yellin

Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon

Chorus, Ice Cube:

Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin

I’m only bellin with some three time felons

Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin

I’m only bellin with some three time felons

Bridge

Verse 3, W.C.:

Let it rain, let it drip