[Chorus]nWhile your shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'nRollin' in my SUV (Westside Nigga)nAll my plus three thugs on the way to the clubnAnd when I come you got love for menCause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)nYou know we're super super star (Staaaar)nn[Ice Cube]nEverybody know jail records sell recordsnImma catch a case come to court nigga bail nakednI got the formula double murder equal double platinumnI know these bitch niggaz wonderin' why I'm bustin' at emnThe rich a famous ignoramusnIt's kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint usnThe most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug gotnAin't enough nigga where your mug shot?nWhere's your drug spot nigga yous a was-notnI cant bump your shit if you never was shotnBefore you bust a verse nigga go snatch a pursenYou ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hearse nAnd you'll learn about loyalty when the record companynTry to fuck your family out the royaltynYour number one with a bullet and you took it in the backnGoddamn that nigga can rapnn[Chorus]nn[Mack 10]nNow break me down check my resume tell me what it saynIt's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a KnNo NO it don't matter how good you spitnIf you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shitnWho gives a fuck if your money and game up to parnCause jail time and bullets make a nigga a starnBut it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figuresnGot these white kid fools like you some real as niggaznBut most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like menCause I'm a Westside motherfucker Inglewood GnAnd fuck sellin' records if I gotta get murdnI'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up worknAnd it ain't but a few real killas and scrapersnAnd all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappersnAnd I can care less about a battlin' skillsnCause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reelnn[Chorus]nn[WC]nFucked up down the game is fucked up nownThis new rapper got shot and looked up now nigganFuck a peace service soon as Dub hit the surfacenI got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderousnBrazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat younGot my gauge right at younFuck Paula Abdul I'm an American IdolnWith my album cover posin' with a semi auto riflenCause murderin' vital cells and steels ain't real enoughnThe media wants drama so I ain't givin' a fucknIf I kill me nigga won't get shot in the heartnI can hit the countdown to one-o-six and parknSo bang this shit nigga hang that shitnYou say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigganCause bullet holes and record sales go to togethernLike cops a radars ash and A and Rnn[Ice Cube]nTo all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelonnTalk brokin' English and drug sellin'nRap murderous lyrics and story tellin'nYou got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'nAnd if it got to be that waynA nigga murder me a rapper todaynIt just happened todaynSo if I come clappin' your waynIt's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the daynBang this and my niggaz get dangerousnBang this with a four five stainlessnBang this and the bitches go painlessnBang this if you want to be famousnBang this and my niggaz get dangerousnBang this with a four five stainlessnBang this and the bitches go painlessnBang this if you want to be famousnn