Like That

[Intro: Daz Dillinger + WC] Clown, muthafucka, clown Yeah (“Check it out y’all”) Back in your muthafuckin’ ass once more (“Check it out y’all”) Dub-C, CJ Mac, and Ice Cube, and diggy Daz knocking down your door Crazy Toones, what’s happening? Yeah, break it down like that Show these niggas where their heart at Show these niggas where heart [Crazy Toones scratching] (“That’s right”) (“Here I come”) (“Mad muthafuckin’ CM Mac”) (“Here I come”) (“Mad muthafuckin’ CJ Mac”) (“That’s right”)(“Here I come”)(“Mad muthafuckin’ CJ Mac”) (“It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all…it’s like that-uh-that-that”) (“Like that y’all, it’s like that y’all...”)(“And it goes a little something like this”) [Verse 1: CJ Mac] 10 years ago, a friend of mine Gave me a half a chicken, told me, “Hoodsta, go grind” Bought a half a gallon, beaker, and a pound of pro Swear to God you niggas never see me short no more From the Southern Cali alleyways to birds in Virginia Mr. Woo swoop the coupe on dubs, I ain’t bullshittin’ Flossy flossy, you droppin’ carachi I got china white, now what you set like? Bling, look at my wrist, you see my diamonds done blinking One stone, 7-karat ring, nigga CJ Mac, I swerve Impalas, spend dollars, and floss jewels I’m on Cristal, bust a pistol, first boss move You niggas hate me, but give me respect And love head, known to keep a bitch taco naked Punk biatch, I fuck ‘em if she’s stealing me clothes Fuck a misdemeanor bitch and fuck with felony hoes [Verse 2: Daz Dillinger] Now all of y’all are OG’s All my real niggas roll with these We got something vicious up our sleeves Making niggas bleed dead in the street For what you claim for the rep and the name Get looney insane, we tie ‘em to the brain Motto of Tha Gang: “We blast and maintain” We got fame, status for flying, giving niggas static Making their muthafuckin’ hearts so panicked We back, Cube, Dub, CJ Mac True indeed riders, punk, we Westsiders No other can divide us, make the barrel blow my fire Making all these sucker ass niggas run and expire Like that, what it is, my opponents get shut ‘til the end That’s how it is [Interlude: Ice Cube] Supreme gangsta shit We dream gangsta shit Supreme gangsta shit We dream gangsta shit [Crazy Toones scratching] (“Ice Cube…back up in this B-I-itch”) [Verse 3: Ice Cube] The mega don, uh-huh, the episode Scrillions is what a nigga fold We meant it, rollin’ in tinted, the authentic Ghetto scented, we invented, highly recommended Go independent, and defend it Ain’t scared to throw up my dub and represent it (Westside) It’s Beretta and Mister Mo’ Cheddar Let Ice Cube rhyme last, niggas know better See me in this godfather, you better tuck your tail Fuck a bitch dreams, niggas waiting too in hell Take a photo, niggas know, though Ice Cube went from Soul-Glo to a fuckin’ mogul Bet your hoe know we’s in town, fresh off Con-Air Gave a concierge cab fare, pullin’ hair, slappin’ titties Giving her shitties to new jack cities Delectable, rich and pretty [Crazy Toones scratching] (“Like that y’all, it’s like that y’all…it’s like that-uh-that-that”) (“Like that y’all, it’s like that y’all, it’s like that-uh-that-that, it’s like that y’all”) (“Dub-C…back up in this B-I-itch”) [Verse 4: WC] Now what in the fuck is this? C. Mac, Cube, Daz How would the fuck I look letting y’all clown without me riding with y’all ass? Take it up outta the Cadillac, hittin’ front and back Talking shit on rings, tattoos and golf hats Last year was Curb Servin’, this year I’m counting stacks With the don, the Dillinger, me the killer, my nigga C. Mac blown off ‘gnac Strictly G’s, bitch, no fleas in my clique Just niggas in colored beanies with that 7-digit itch Keep it rich, ‘cause gangsta rap shit, nigga, I’m in love with it Stuck with it; if it ain’t that gangsta shit, I can’t fuck with it Since the days of Funkadelic, I’ve been giving it up Creasing these khakis, folding the tongue on these Chucks They say G’s keep the world spinning—well, if that’s true Picture me spinning the globe on my middle finger like Meadowlark Lemon Fuck the world, I’m through with you bustas in ‘98 Give me the pussy, the money, and the mic and I’m straight [Crazy Toones scratching] (“Like that y’all…it’s like that y’all…it’s like that-uh-that-that, it’s like that y’all”) (“Like that y’all, it’s like that y’all, it’s like that-uh-that-that, it’s like that y’all”)