Consider this an invitation to my gangsta nephews Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nana nano nana nana na na nana nana na na na na nana This game right here is really rough These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what? And with my fears I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they runnin' duck We still right here, don't press your luck I'm tired of these cowards parkin' like this Walkin' like this on the concrete But they chalkin' like this In videos, in a trick pose, in a throwback Holdin' the gat, ain't gon' bust And know that, it's a Dub-S-C thing Dub-C-Brain And we don't kick it with busters and khaki G-strains I'm done movin', I'm clearin' the crowd It's that hoobangin' bandana grippin' him And now the original Evacuate the building, look, here come a plane No, it's the Big Bad Westside Connect Gang And bump what you claim, homie, this hoo-bang With enough game to drive a square broad insane And we number one gunners, no, we ain't stunners It's real with us partner dealers and judge runners And Mack be the D-Boy and the H2 Hummer Lookin' hotter than a South Central L.A. summer Let's go, this thing right here is really rough These girls out here about to bust These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what? And with my beers, I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud, but don't run up When we come through, they run and duck We still right here, don't press your luck What the hell is Ice Cube talkin' about? That's how you get these here, parked in your mouth Westside ride trick, this ain't no spit I don't conversate with chicks, I ain't gon' hit I don't holler at these pros that sing like Ashante Body like Beyonce, face like Andre You kinda stringy, but I'm rich So my entree got the beat Bombay Have you seen us? Nah, haters can't see us Connect Gang, we the G-est men Countless cars and countless charges Street men makin' plants out of Cuba cigars Big bottom leaners, hypnotic bottle eaters With a flock of pros on us cause a chronic disagreement Until my G's incarcerated and on probation I'ma stay bangin' for the whole G Nation, yeah This thing right here is really rough These girls out here are mouth to bust These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what? And with my beers, I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud, but don't run up When we come through, they run and duck We still right here, don't press your luck It's a gangster nation, if you in, you a G And the whole world influenced by the B and the C Now tell the truth, rappers, you don't ball like me Cause I'm really from the gang, y'all, it's industry While I'm servin' up incoming young hustlers and gluckers Bangin' for the hood, causin' havoc and ruckus You fools at the label kissin' up like suckers And your trick soaks it down when you pee, lil' buffers One thing I do know, I ain't the uno Big Bruno, rap sumo, on pruno I'd like to thank the congregation And my affiliation to the gangster nation I'm hard on them, yeah, I'm ruthless You like a stress sack, boy, you're useless You know the side trick, better get up on it Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin' on it Look, check this out, man We got a gangster nation goin' down over here So y'all might as well bow down And join this Westside thing, man Cause once you get with this, part of the USGS can beat Believe that, homeboy, it's like that Fred Rack, what I tell you, homie It ain't a hit to Nate Dogg's bitch This thing right here is really rough These girls out here about to bust These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what? And with my fears, I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud, but don't run up When we come through, they run it up We still right here, don't rest your luck Consider this an invitation to my gangster nation