Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K

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 ********* 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,***** trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us
It's off the hook,*****,I'm a Westside crook,*****
The forty **********in dollars on my books,*****
I'm not an MC,I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to ****in-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,*****es and chips,*****!
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What's this my ??? low-grader system
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
***** be dissin on a down low
So now my motto's:'**** every rapper from the East and the West Coast'
New School,Old School,I hate you ************s
I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days,*****,then run the ****in holidays
*Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC*
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
*****! To South Central L.A.!
VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)
Goddamn *****!This **** 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,*****,we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kill the action,punk,hootchie *****es clown
***** 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 *****es singin on this record
No R&B tracks,just *****s on wax
Kickin facts with these ********* raps
Every ***** in the industry wanna rap with me
Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood
*****,I don't even like your ****,I don't like your form
I'm true,your through,***** **** you!
***** get off,this **** is wacked
**** that,I bust you in the can with a **********in propajack
Spit on ya,**** on ya when I get on your pissil
You're goin up and your ****in cos I ain't lovin none of ya
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
Stabbed in the ******* 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 *****es
From the *****s I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god *****,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 ***** ass is speakin
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't **** with it
Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
**** B-Real and Muggs,y'all *****s ain't no ****in thugs
Be all surprised,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya ****in maggots,ya ****in ******s
I shoulda hurt you,every ************ that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all **********in day
I once knew this ***** by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta ****
Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in
Till this ***** 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 ****s and ***** you're used to
Punk ass ************s!
Brrrrgh!