Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K Lyrics
| Song | Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K |
| Artist | Westside Connection |
| Album | Bow Down |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bud'da, Ice Cube, Mack Ten ... | |
| 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 motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga | |
| I'm not an MC,I'm not a G | |
| I mean I'm A-to fuckin-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,bitches 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:'Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast' | |
| New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers | |
| I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers | |
| Cross em out and put a'K | |
| Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays | |
| [3x] | *Chorus : 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 shit 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 bitches 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 bitches 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 FUCK you! | |
| Nigga get off,this shit is wacked | |
| Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack | |
| Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil | |
| You're goin up and your fuckin 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 bitches | |
| From the niggas I know in the streets I run through | |
| Swear to god bitch,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 bitch ass is speakin | |
| I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it | |
| This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it | |
| Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs | |
| Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs | |
| Be all surprised,everybody dies | |
| From Columbian neckties covered with fright | |
| Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots | |
| I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you | |
| So when I pull my spray-can to spray | |
| I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day | |
| I once knew this bitch 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 ass up and threw him in the truck | |
| Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass 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 ass motherfuckers! | |
| Brrrrgh! |
| zuo ci : Bud' da, Ice Cube, Mack Ten ... | |
| 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 TAADOOW | |
| There' s ten million ways to die | |
| Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin | |
| Off this gangbang 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 motherfuckin dollars on my books, nigga | |
| I' m not an MC, I' m not a G | |
| I mean I' m Ato fuckinZ 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 triips | |
| Colours and dips, bitches and chips, nigga! | |
| Wooooooooooooooooo | |
| What' s this my ??? lowgrader system | |
| That takes puff BIitches on the premises | |
| Nigga be dissin on a down low | |
| So now my motto' s:' Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast' | |
| New School, Old School, I hate you motherfuckers | |
| I' m steady plottin, cracklin my ass wit' cha album covers | |
| Cross em out and put a' K | |
| Then no Saint days, nigga, then run the fuckin holidays | |
| [3x] | Chorus : 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 shit make me sick | |
| All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat Brrgh! | |
| Busters get sprayed wearin hightop fades | |
| And Cango' s backwards with darkass 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 bitches 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 bitches singin on this record | |
| No R B tracks, just niggas on wax | |
| Kickin facts with these gangbang 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 FUCK you! | |
| Nigga get off, this shit is wacked | |
| Fuck that, I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack | |
| Spit on ya, shit on ya when I get on your pissil | |
| You' re goin up and your fuckin 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 | |
| BReal and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches | |
| From the niggas I know in the streets I run through | |
| Swear to god bitch, 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 bitch ass is speakin | |
| I' m sick wit it, cappin' cha dome till I hit it | |
| This Westside Connection, Cypress know they can' t fuck with it | |
| Use to get kisses and hugs, now I' m servin ya slugs | |
| Fuck BReal and Muggs, y' all niggas ain' t no fuckin thugs | |
| Be all surprised, everybody dies | |
| From Columbian neckties covered with fright | |
| Ya fuckin maggots, ya fuckin faggots | |
| I shoulda hurt you, every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you | |
| So when I pull my spraycan to spray | |
| I' m sprayin CHK all motherfuckin day | |
| I once knew this bitch by the name of QTip | |
| Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit | |
| Behind closed doors, runnin his mouth like a trickin | |
| Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin | |
| Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck | |
| Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out | |
| I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed | |
| In a trash bag with a cuecover in his ass | |
| CHORUS | |
| OUTRO: ICE CUBE | |
| Don' t go chasin waterfalls | |
| Stick to them dicks and balls you' re used to | |
| Punk ass motherfuckers! | |
| Brrrrgh! |
| zuò cí : Bud' da, Ice Cube, Mack Ten ... | |
| 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 TAADOOW | |
| There' s ten million ways to die | |
| Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin | |
| Off this gangbang 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 motherfuckin dollars on my books, nigga | |
| I' m not an MC, I' m not a G | |
| I mean I' m Ato fuckinZ 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 triips | |
| Colours and dips, bitches and chips, nigga! | |
| Wooooooooooooooooo | |
| What' s this my ??? lowgrader system | |
| That takes puff BIitches on the premises | |
| Nigga be dissin on a down low | |
| So now my motto' s:' Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast' | |
| New School, Old School, I hate you motherfuckers | |
| I' m steady plottin, cracklin my ass wit' cha album covers | |
| Cross em out and put a' K | |
| Then no Saint days, nigga, then run the fuckin holidays | |
| [3x] | Chorus : 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 shit make me sick | |
| All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat Brrgh! | |
| Busters get sprayed wearin hightop fades | |
| And Cango' s backwards with darkass 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 bitches 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 bitches singin on this record | |
| No R B tracks, just niggas on wax | |
| Kickin facts with these gangbang 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 FUCK you! | |
| Nigga get off, this shit is wacked | |
| Fuck that, I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack | |
| Spit on ya, shit on ya when I get on your pissil | |
| You' re goin up and your fuckin 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 | |
| BReal and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches | |
| From the niggas I know in the streets I run through | |
| Swear to god bitch, 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 bitch ass is speakin | |
| I' m sick wit it, cappin' cha dome till I hit it | |
| This Westside Connection, Cypress know they can' t fuck with it | |
| Use to get kisses and hugs, now I' m servin ya slugs | |
| Fuck BReal and Muggs, y' all niggas ain' t no fuckin thugs | |
| Be all surprised, everybody dies | |
| From Columbian neckties covered with fright | |
| Ya fuckin maggots, ya fuckin faggots | |
| I shoulda hurt you, every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you | |
| So when I pull my spraycan to spray | |
| I' m sprayin CHK all motherfuckin day | |
| I once knew this bitch by the name of QTip | |
| Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit | |
| Behind closed doors, runnin his mouth like a trickin | |
| Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin | |
| Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck | |
| Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out | |
| I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed | |
| In a trash bag with a cuecover in his ass | |
| CHORUS | |
| OUTRO: ICE CUBE | |
| Don' t go chasin waterfalls | |
| Stick to them dicks and balls you' re used to | |
| Punk ass motherfuckers! | |
| Brrrrgh! |
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