Westside Connect OG's

[Chorus] One, two, three, Westside Connect OG's And if you wanna go to the tip top Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's [Verse 1: Gangsta] My nigga K-Mac and me Mack 10, Ice Cube, Dub, and Bink Squeak Ru, a crew of colored bandanas Making paper with yayo and Arm and Hammer Baking soda, Land Rovers, four deep in each Street sweepers under seats Chuck Taylors, Ben Davis from the swap meet Flex those, Lexos, straight plug from Mexico While y'all niggas cop it from the West Coast We drink XO and Louis XIII Million-dollar niggas keep in touch with the crack scene More green than a leprechaun At the light with your body, peel your dome back with teflon [Verse 2: WC] Ring-da-da-da-ding-ding-ding-ding, ring the alarm From the school of assault and batteries and short arms It's the, it's the janky ass nigga, game spitter Brick splitter, runnin' with nothin' but platinum hitters Open the curtains, nigga, so the sister can get to bustin' Y'all niggas know my name, so fuck the introduction Run it up, turn it up, bangin' on all the competition It's Dub-C and the Comrads together on this mission, nigga [Chorus] One, two, three, Westside Connect OG's And if you wanna go to the tip top Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's [Verse 3: K-Mac] Welcome to the killing field, where everything is real Death and murder, I know I probably served you before It's the nigga from next door, for sure connected I roam the streets with heat, Westside rollin' Swollen eye for bustas Jealousy, you keep trailin' me Tellin' me to stay strapped, sixteen shots in my lap A smile on my face and death behind my eyes Surprise, the Comrads is on the rise Sized you up and not giving a fuck I got a gang of homies stuck True gangstas, quick to bank ya Gank ya for your goods I'm from South Central Los Skanless With The Comrads from L-wood [Verse 4: Mack 10] Mack Manson's back, poppin' niggas like pills I get thrills and kills in the Hollywood Hills If murder wasn't the case, ain't no tellin' where I would be Indo and sherman keep my head where it should be Freeze, bitch, face down on your bellies But my cellies got dope rollin' like Pirellis The Comrads and me, all about that big scrill So, Connect Gang members only niggas that I kill for [Chorus] One, two, three, Westside Connect OG's And if you wanna go to the tip top Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's [Verse 5: Ice Cube] We breakin' niggas down to nubs, slap 'em with the dub Make 'em cover up, bustas get no love Quick, Bink, pass me the paddle Niggas wanna battle, they don't know I strike like a rattle Connection niggas on the spin, once again You hear the siren, you can't comprehend I got my strap in the waistband And if you fuck with the set, I got to blow up your place, man Keep my fingers on the trigger Representin' the hood and dyin' for my niggas We the best on the planet And fuck every politician in the world tryin' to ban it Back to work, nigga, it's the boss with the nina ross Only got eight fuckin' bars to come off Goddizzang, niggas wanna kiss the rizzang of the kizzang Dub-S-C gizzang Bing bing bizzang, get like seven on the dice You might catch us slippin' once, never catch us slippin' twice Y'all niggas gon' be moppin' our floors You call it hip-hop, we call it Star Wars [Chorus] One, two, three, Westside Connect OG's And if you wanna go to the tip top Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's One, two, three, Westside Connect OG's And if you wanna go to the tip top Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's One, two, three, Westside Connect OG's And if you wanna go to the tip top Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's [Outro] Westside, Connect Gang