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The Best of Westside Connection
01. Potential Victims
02. The Gangsta, the Killa and the Dope Dealer
03. Bow Down
04. The Curse of Money
05. Gangsta Nation (edit)
06. Lights Out
07. Westward Ho
08. Gangstas Make the World Go Round
09. Call 9-1-1
10. Let It Reign
11. Hoo‐Bangin’ (WSCG style)
12. The Guppies
13. So Many Rappers in Love
14. Bangin’
15. Nobody
16. All the Critics In New York
17. Westside Slaughterhouse
18. Terrorist Threats
Ey, that's cool
Y'know
I chill wit' y'all though a little bit, fuck the music
I ain't give a fuck about that nigga, and he came hittin' my weed
He came drinkin' my Hen'
Matter fact, if I see him in traffic, even though y'all fuck wit' him, it's on
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me (Get it crackin' in this motherfucker)
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need and more
On the mic, I been a demon since seamen
How you screamin', oh mama, here come that young Osama
With that Al-Quaida drama, fuck no
It's the Dalai Lama, wit' that West World Order
Now MC's bow down and treat me like Yoda
When they catch me in the corner at the club, like nigga what
They tore up the dub
So you can tell Samuel L. I'ma keep ac'in
You can even tell that motherfucker Jessie Jackson
Pay your child support, keep your payments up
Put a rubber on and don't fuck wit' us
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need and more
Mack pull up in the rag, Chevy laid the ass
And crumble green on a zig-zag and lacin' with hash
I keep a 9mm cocked and ready to blast
So when the phone jump off, a nigga ready to smash
I drink my 'gnac out the bottle, I don't fuck with a glass
And I ain't sip trippin' dog, that's a thing of the past
And I stay in good shape so my stamina last
And put hands on a motherfucker 'bout my cash
I was a stick up kid, I snatch your chain and dash
And if the pawn shop wanted it, I bound it fast
Or I'm creepin' through your window breakin' out your glass
Then I rob the whole party lookin' through a ski-mask, c'mon
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need and more
From the land of the Lakers, bird brakers, Impala peddlers
Well, we chop dollars wit' those in sombreros
It's the check a hoe, when the cutlass checkin' dough
So so ghetto, Dub, let's rep the boat
Ball gritty but a crew of hogs wit' me
And VIP up on Mad Dog 20/20
Dub C. chunkin' up at 23rd
Alphabetical still swiss hangin' like a testicle
Lick 1, 2, to the nose, my bumper wisin'
Take a picture, trick my foes, posin' like the Heisman
I'm burnin' money, tryna slice some, they can tell me
Leave your panties gummy, have you walkin' funny, trick
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need and more
All lights are on
This is for the G in me, let's go
Get your party on with me
Lights out
I'll give you everything you need and more
(Ooh, lights out)
(Ooh, lights out)
(Ooh, lights out)