I am gettin' dizzy as the world keeps spinnin' like a frisbee. Gangstas and girls make the world twirl. No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration.
[Mack 10]. Gangstas don't dance, we boogie. Niggas go out and get your cookies. Gangstas don't dance we boogie. Stay the fuck away from the rookies.
Consider this an invitation, to my Gangsta Nation. . This day right here is really rough. These girls out here about the bucks. These fools out here afraid to bust.
Westside. We live in la la, we smokin' la la. Fuck wit dada, boo, go bye bye. Nigga, ha ha. We live in la la, we smokin' la la. Fuck wit dada, boo, go bye bye.
Westside, Westside. . Say, hoe, I got way more dick. Than them niggas who be rollin' you Lexos. No punk ass Versace gear. Just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard.
In about four seconds, a gangsta will begin to speak. . 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.
This right here is considered a banger. Delivered with anger, your life is in danger. Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers. Them naggers were swagger, 'cuz they keep it gangsta.
Tha world is mine nigga get back. Don't fuck with my stack the gauge is racked. About to drop the bomb I'am tha motherfuckin' don. Big fish in a small pond.
Yeah, uh, huh. Yeah this what we gon' do, we gon' fall through the hood. Scoop up the lil' homies and hit the motherfuckin' party, bang out. Dig what I'm saying, we gon let them niggaz get, they walk on.
Goddamn! New York City!. Skyscrapers and everything!. . Back in the day, we used to respect y'all, niggas. We used to be down with y'all, niggas. All you have for the West Coast is criticism and disrespect.
[voice over]. The threat to the world is not over.. As we speak, our futures in grave danger. . Ice cube, Mack 10 and W.C. are...MASTERS OF GANGSTERIZM..
What would you do. If I punked your whole crew?. Would you run like a bitch from me?. Niggaz don't test 'coz we come from the west. Yes, the W-S to the C Westside.
[Werd]. Alright go,. Where'd did the love go? (Oh). . This could be our little love song. I done wrong, so now when the loves gone. This could be my song to feel sorry.
[Werd]. Ok I'm back it is me you want to listen to. Underground rapper with awards in his living room. Skipping to a real hot beat with a spit or two.
[Werd]. Ha, check, its my happy song. Sing along, Whistle along. . First off dont matter about sales,. I might trail, but it shines, snail. Some cats look depressed, fail.
[Werd]. Check, S.O.S. Yes (Auld Reekie). . In Auld Reekie, Edinburgh, I built up my repertoire. Wrecking hard beats with my speech and etcetera. Going over net I impress like I'm Federer.
[Werd]. Shout shout, dont leave a doubt. Smash up the place and throw things about. You wont change a thing by doing that. Rant rave pull out your hair.