Lyrics

Chorus Let it rain make it bang Niggas in my 'hood sayin' F**k everythang WC (Let it Rain) Let it rain make it bang Niggas in my 'hood sayin' F**k everythang WC: Skip skip Connect Gang Connect Gang Cube It ain't my fault you wanna C-walk And gang bang when you hear the G-talk nigga Swing that bitch 'til you break the ball joints Niggas can't see me on this mic or this ballpoint Papa Don got it locked (got it locked) With the Glock got ya butt naked to ya socks yayae The Westside Connect Thugs... Ain't no California Love just California slugs Mack 10 Yo well by popular demand W.S. now I'm back Heat loaded finna jack for another true platinum plaque It ain't new Westsiders been harder Since Cube had the curl drippin' on the Raider starter (ha ha) Cocked is a must if in heat you trust Now bang the hot hopper 'til all four pumps bust (bust) Smoke dust then take ten paces With big bright bows in my flamed phat laces W.C. Thunder thunder hot as fire It's the return of the three kings Zulu we're the gang bang empire (Singsong) W.C. the C & B walker conduct the blue chucker Painter pants yep I'm still bangin' on you busters In the Shark Bar G'd up I got'em nervous With hoes packin' gats in they candy sprayed purses Fresh off a 2 piece smelling like a pick It's that bandana swinger from the number 1 click Chorus W.C. (singsong) Blowed off yak with the W.S. tat' With the whammy in the back Real riders where you at? Cube Bitch, I could give a f**k if you liked me Rollin' with the Mack, Maniac, & W-Shiesty My nigga just spent a house On some tinted out, some shit you gotta rent it out It's time to meet the gorillas The gangsta the killer & the dope dealers Mack: (We Go-Rillas!) Cube: and y'all niggas gon' feel us And f**k everybody that wanna kill us. Mack If it ain't a 64 it's a 6 double 0 Foot to the flo' what you want from the sto'? Bang loose off that act right juice Ghetto rich niggas sippin' on a deuce-deuce Fall in & get quoted 'fore the heat get reloaded Servin' in the 'hood got us all gettin' shorted Kick rocks or pick rocks from the D-dealer Westside ride against the grain in a three wheeler W.C. CONNECT GANG is back ching ching Look at me kickin' 'em with a brand new track ching ching Call the G's all of the G's! Niir please get yo' ass out the chair Throw yo' hands in the air With the craziest one of my alias no mistaken this Trick don't play with this I'm the Original Shadiest Stayed in this played in this takin' it back to the days Of gangsters it's sick as they come Let me know where you from! Chorus w/ ad libs 'til end
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, George Clinton Jr., William Earl Collins, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, William L. Calhoun, Lamar Dupre Calhoun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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