W.C. Rocks

[ Young Prod ]<br>What`s up<br>Cartel representin for all the real niggas that represent from both coasts<br>East and west, nigga, like that<br>To all you bitch-ass niggas dissin this gangsta shit<br>Fuck y`all, no love<br>What`s up, Treach, Kay Gee, Vin-Rock<br>Youknowmsayin, puttin it down<br>Ill and Al Skratch<br>All the west coast homies<br>Knowmsayin?<br>Let`s rock<br><br>[ Young Prod ]<br>I felt the slaughter and thought I oughta rip off niggas` faces<br>Interphase my razorblades, cause this is gangsta<br>Collapse perhaps when a strap split you between your eyes<br>40mm infrared beams, homicides<br>.45`s, .44 Desert Eagles to the skies<br>Tec-9s, Mac-10s, the biggest to the smallest size<br>And I ride these ghetto streets when I`m high<br>L.A.C., S.C.C. d.o.g. and that`s right<br>I put that on my mama, I hears the drama from the bitch coast<br>Killer, better feel a realer nigga from the west coast<br>Now just suppose you was on the west coast<br>And you got caught up in the drama with the baby locs<br>You say it ain`t real, but now you`re feelin like a hoe<br>Cause a nigga 13 done knocked yo ass to the flo`<br>[ Rhimeson ]<br>Now nigga, what`s happenin, it`s the cavi and the gee that c-ride<br>My chest full of that doja, finna slug, hittin the thai<br>The Hen got a nigga brain cells on nutty<br>Come with a Tec, roll in a bucket, broke as fuck, yellin "Fuck it!"<br>I`m hittin niggas up as I swerve down your block<br>Yellin "Cartel", yo westside rider, it don`t stop<br>Put a slug in a nigga`s ass like a c<br>Knock him off like a d, beatin his ass like a tree<br>Rhimeson regulatin more blocks than Fort Knox<br>I`m the baddest batter parlayin clippin up yo blocks<br>Drop-top storin glocks, and if the battery`s hot, it`s on<br>Brigades that ice-skates and put marks in funeral homes<br>The g shit won`t quit, loc, as we dip through<br>Loadin clips, fool, for your whole crew, yellin "Fuck you!"<br>Gangstas, teams leavin hoes and toes frozen<br>Tags in teams rollin and casket doors closin<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br>[ Young Prod ]<br>West coast niggas don`t give a fuck<br>So when you hear that milimeter bust, it be us<br>Peepin how you`re dissin, sayin our missions ain`t real<br>But when the Cartel`s through, you bitch-ass niggas we gon` still...<br><br>(Eastside niggas, Westside niggas)<br>Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks<br>(Westside niggas, Eastside niggas)<br>Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks<br><br>[ Prode`je ]<br>Like Cube I`ma show you how the west coast rocks<br>Put the clips in the glocks and let em go pop-pop<br>Eastsider, S.C.G.`s, the representers of the gory<br>Keep talkin that shit, you catch a flurry<br>I bury muthafuckas, they call me Buckus, not Fuckus<br>But I`m quick to put a rush on all you bustas<br>Enough is enough is, now who`s the fuckin roughest<br>The toughest, and in the end, who`s gonna need the crutches?<br>I said it once before, and I respect the realer niggas<br>The realer niggas pullin killer-triggas on the iggas<br>It figures, cause who`s the bigger niggas when it`s payday?<br>We parlay and give the props to niggas and what they say<br>It`s okay, cause gangstas movin deeper to the masses<br>Others kissin asses, we comin with the blastes<br>We smashes, and kickin at your asses like some stress is<br>The gangstas puttin it down for the pound where the west is<br>[ Young Prod ]<br>When I`m in a low-low rollin slow mo` to the east<br>I be a thief like Coolio and roll with 40 Thevz<br>Gees in the backseat, clippin up the heat<br>I`m leanin out the window, dumpin niggas yellin "Peace!"<br>Release hollow-points, splittin between your joints<br>Shots explode, eyes close, niggas get my point<br>West coast niggas don`t give a fuck<br>So when you hear that milimeter bust, it be us<br>Peepin how you`re dissin, sayin our missions ain`t real<br>But when the Cartel`s through, you bitch-ass niggas we gon` still...<br><br>(Eastside niggas, Westside niggas)<br>Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks<br>(Westside niggas, Eastside niggas)<br>Now we finna show you how the west coast rocks<br><br>[ ? ]<br>Now I came through the do`, I said it befo`<br>It`s all about that west coast flow and the .44<br>So get a grip, niggas dissin best to listen<br>Fuck all you hooks, and I ain`t talkin about fishin<br>Got this mission that I`m completin, and niggas that I`m deletin<br>And I`m heatin up your block with the Tec and the infrared glock<br>Servin niggas with Mac-10 triggers<br>The bigger the nigga size, the bigger the hole he lies in<br>Cause that`s the lifestyle I`m livin, so I express it in my raps<br>For snaps and collapse fools with the straps<br>Perhaps the west coast is too hardcore<br>Kickin down your front do` with the infrared .44<br>Like [name], but on a mission for props<br>Everybody hit the flo`, no beef no mo`<br>[ ? ]<br>Nigga, don`t expect for us to let that shit ride on this side<br>Yeah, you`re safe at home, but over here you best to hide<br>I`m capable of servin niggas problems with my heater<br>I`m down to put the strap down to let my fist met ya<br>Niggas don`t want no problems now, nigga, you will get broke down<br>Nigga, you find yourself dead on the ??? bound<br>Cause I get so hot, niggas, you cannot stop me<br>West coast comin hard, so your ass best to copy<br>Sloppy-ass marks, y`all don`t wanna see me<br>I throw heat on your ass and bust a cap, cause it`s easy<br>Keep it real<br><br>[ CHORUS ]