Westside Connection Lyrics
Westside Connection Lyrics
"Terrorist Threats Lyrics"
Born And Raised In Black And White Lyrics
The wind blows hard across the Texas plains makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain that's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun one with books one with guns Mama c
The wind blows hard across the Texas plains makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain that's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun one with books one with guns Mama c
"An open microphone can be dangerous."
(chorus)
[-Duck nigga, west coast.
I can make a promise right now to take ya life.
-Westside, bustin' at ya.
I can be that threat that make you change ya life.
-Duck nigga, west coast.
I can make a promise right now to take ya life.
-Westside, bustin' at ya.
--Terrorist threats, terrorist threats.]
(end chorus)
--(WC)
It's about fuckin' t
$avior$elf Lyrics
[Music - Lorenzo] [Lyrics - Tecchio] Drowning down and reaching out, Poor you Helping handouts, Now we're drowning too Stop blaming everyone else Shut up and save yourselfime,
Niggas to came up wit' some real shit,
And start bustin' on you bitch niggas and kill some shit.
Hot shells and cocktails, rags on faces,
A terrorist fuckin' it up in chucks with fat laces.
In my cutoffs I stand with trigger in hand,
And nah bitch I ain't from the Taliban I'm from the Niggaban.
Westside rollin' motherfuckas up,
Call me Dub McVeigh,
I'm 'bout to blow these motherfuckas up.
(repe
--(Mack)
We got you niggas scared like a snitch at a gangsta cookout,
And when the meter read red cowards get took out.
Back with more firepower than before,
To us a nuclear bombin' is just a drug war.
And I got no gangsta-izm and stardom and got niggas shakin' that ain't even from Harlem.
Spit rapid fire down in the whole place,
And it's hard to breathe with duck tape on ya face.
(repeat chor
--(Cube)
I'm from that WSCG car,
Bea' ya up in ER from m' PR nigga,
Superstar, smokin' on a cigar.
Little homies know who the ol' Gs are.
Been the shit since '86 and even right now,
Ain't gotta brag to these bitches 'bout my lifestyle.
Don't mistake the westsida for Al-Qaeda,
This ain't supafly nigga I'm a spida'.
(repeat chorus)
"An open microphone can be dangerous."
[Music - Lorenzo] [Lyrics - Tecchio] Drowning down and reaching out, Poor you Helping handouts, Now we're drowning too Stop blaming everyone else Shut up and save yourself
Niggas to came up wit' some real shit,
And start bustin' on you bitch niggas and kill some shit.
Hot shells and cocktails, rags on faces,
A terrorist fuckin' it up in chucks with fat laces.
In my cutoffs I stand with trigger in hand,
And nah bitch I ain't from the Taliban I'm from the Niggaban.
Westside rollin' motherfuckas up,
Call me Dub McVeigh,
I'm 'bout to blow these motherfuckas up.
(repe
Running Through My Mind Lyrics
Endless streets of black Leading nowhere it seems Lessons from being trapped Inside a dream For some it’s play Many choose to walk away Can somebody tell me What am I doing her
t chorus)Endless streets of black Leading nowhere it seems Lessons from being trapped Inside a dream For some it’s play Many choose to walk away Can somebody tell me What am I doing her
--(Mack)
We got you niggas scared like a snitch at a gangsta cookout,
And when the meter read red cowards get took out.
Back with more firepower than before,
To us a nuclear bombin' is just a drug war.
And I got no gangsta-izm and stardom and got niggas shakin' that ain't even from Harlem.
Spit rapid fire down in the whole place,
And it's hard to breathe with duck tape on ya face.
(repeat chor
Now Lyrics
Handcuffed to the railroad tracks Gagged and bound, down on my knees My head upon a platter for you I’ll offer anything Now, now, any way you want me Now, now, any way you want Now
us)Handcuffed to the railroad tracks Gagged and bound, down on my knees My head upon a platter for you I’ll offer anything Now, now, any way you want me Now, now, any way you want Now
--(Cube)
I'm from that WSCG car,
Bea' ya up in ER from m' PR nigga,
Superstar, smokin' on a cigar.
Little homies know who the ol' Gs are.
Been the shit since '86 and even right now,
Ain't gotta brag to these bitches 'bout my lifestyle.
Don't mistake the westsida for Al-Qaeda,
This ain't supafly nigga I'm a spida'.
(repeat chorus)
"An open microphone can be dangerous."