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Credits
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Allfrumtha i
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ice Cube
Songwriter:in
Mack One 0
Songwriter:in
Squeak Ru
Songwriter:in
Binky Mack
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
We the dopest **** on the planet, dawg (Yeah)
Mobbin' through your hood, fadin' all'a y'all
We these tricks up our sleeve, **** can't believe
Three-hundred-sixty degrees, we makin' cheese
It's a must we keep it gangsta, flossin' on D's
Incredible Dub-SCG's
So pack up your lunch and kiss mama bye
When you see Mack and Cube with AllFrumTha I
We be robbin', stealin', stackin' chips to the ceiling
Night-stalkin' like Ramirez and serial killin'
'Cause Mack is the shooter (Boo-yow), Cube is connivin'
Squeak be duct tapin' while Bink do the drivin'
Everybody, check your fuckin' CD-ROM
Triple-W dot com, it's the Don
Make it happen, super ****, that's right
With a group of **** (Westside), we tight
Universal, not commercial, no rehearsal
Gotta search you, her, too, before we hurt you
I don't give a fuck where you grew, ****
None of you **** true to the W, ****
Don't make me kill again, tell a friend
You couldn't fuck with Squeak, Cube and Mack 10
Double barrel to the chin, grin when you comprehend
Buck, buck, when I'm blastin'
That's how I move 'em out the way when I spray
Connect Gang, ****, every day
No, this ain't no motherfuckin' puzzle
I'm a gangsta to the fullest, so you know I love trouble
We the dopest **** on the planet, dawg (Yep)
Mobbin' through your hood, fadin' all'a y'all
We these tricks up our sleeve, **** can't believe
Three-hundred-sixty degrees, we makin' cheese
Whoa-whoa, you can't fuck with the best
Whoa-whoa, we got the bomb, they got the stress
Now grab your automatics and watch these **** panic
'Cause Mack, Cube and Squeak be the dopest on the planet
I keep one in a chamber, say I won't shoot
You had a chance to hand it over before my **** loot you
Know by the tats I got the hood hit up (Westside)
If you know what's best, you just give your shit up
You got me scared, nervous, my adrenaline pumpin'
So make a death wish 'cause I'm damn sure dumpin'
Manson is the name and know that I'm shady
Leavin' dome pieces drippin' and full of .380s
Goddammit, **** take my planet for granted
You got to hand it, Westside living's enchanted
So when you see Ice Cube and AllFrumTha I
Say your prayers 'cause you all finna die
It's the ghetto Ayatollah, let me hold a Motorola
I get an order, **** killin' like he Ebola
I'm solar, lookin' for you Westside bar codes
Or I'm sendin' **** dumpin' by the car loads
Tell me, have you seen these **** in action?
Have you seen the way we be taxin'?
Ain't nothin' but the Crips and Bloods, slangin' slugs
Fuck a set trippin' shit with love
Westside **** be the roughest
Dub-C, is down to do dirt out the Cutlass?
I got a pound of indo weed to blow
Let's mash down the 'Shaw and let the world know
We the dopest **** on the planet, dawg (Yeah)
Mobbin' through your hood, fadin' all'a y'all
We these tricks up our sleeve, **** can't believe
Three-hundred-sixty degrees, we makin' cheese
Whoa-whoa, you can't fuck with the best
Whoa-whoa, we got the bomb, they got the stress
Now grab your automatics and watch these **** panic
'Cause Mack, Cube and Squeak be the dopest on the planet
We the dopest **** on the planet, dawg (Yeah)
Mobbin' through your hood, fadin' all'a y'all
We these tricks up our sleeve, **** can't believe
Three-hundred-sixty degrees, we makin' cheese
Whoa-whoa, you can't fuck with the best
Whoa-whoa, we got the bomb, they got the stress
Now grab your automatics and watch these **** panic
'Cause Mack, Cube and Squeak be the dopest on the planet
Ha-ha-ha
We-e-estsi-i-ide for life
Westside riders! AllFrumTha I
Pushin' weight '9-8
Bitch ass ****, check it, go back, go back, go back
Written by: Binky Mack, Cube, M. MOORE, Mack One 0, R. Garner, Squeak Ru
