Cross `em Out And Put A `k Lyrics

Cross `em Out And Put A `k lyrics

INTRO:(ICE CUBE)
Brrrgh!
Ai!Ai!
In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak

VERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)
Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW
There's ten million ways to die
Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin
Off this gang-bang music
So all I'd wanna got the room stumped
I'm smokin,make dough like Trump
Cookin ??? to they chunk,punk!
Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us

It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga
The forty motherf**kin dollars on my books,nigga
I'm not an MC,I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to f**kin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets
It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips
Colours and dips,bit*hes and chips,nigga!

Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What's this my ??? low-grader system
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
Nigga be dissin on a down low
So now my motto's:'f**k every rapper from the East and the West Coast'
New School,Old School,I hate you motherf**kers
I'm steady plottin,cracklin my as* wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the f**kin holidays

*Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC*
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
Nigga! To South Central L.A.!

VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)
Goddamn nigga!This sh*t make me sick
All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat(Brrgh!)
Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades
And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades
No switchblades,nigga,we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kill the action,punk,hootchie bit*hes clown
Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down

Check it!Ho shut your mouth and get naked!
I'm Connected and ain't no bit*hes singin on this record
No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me
 
Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood
Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form
I'm true,your through,nigga F**K you!

Nigga get off,this sh*t is wacked
f**k that,I bust you in the can with a motherf**kin propajack
Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil
You're goin up and your f**kin cos I ain't lovin none of ya
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
Cos I'm a westside Connection hista
Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers

CHORUS

INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE)
Brrrgh!
In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak

VERSE THREE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)
Now you can cross out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bit*hes
From the niggas I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god bit*h,real it ain't one dog and no(body)
So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bit*h as* is speakin
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't f**k with it

Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
f**k B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no f**kin thugs
Be all surprised,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya f**kin maggots,ya f**kin faggots
I shoulda hurt you,every motherf**ker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherf**kin day

I once knew this bit*h by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit
Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in
Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin
Tied his as* up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his as* out
I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed
In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass

CHORUS

OUTRO:(ICE CUBE)
Don't go chasin waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to
Punk as* motherf**kers!
Brrrrgh!