Westside Slaughterhouse
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!
Westside SlaughterhouseLRC歌词
[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!
