Consider this an invitation- to my gangster na- Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Westside! Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na F****** na-na-na-na-na-nana Sold! Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na trek Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Dream control Something Dream Control Let's go! This game right here is rugh as fuck These hoes out here about the bucks These hoes out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what? And with my fears, I'm coming up Fools talk real loud, but don't run up When we come through, they run and duck We still right here, so what? Nigga, I'm tired of these niggas barking that shit Talking that shit from the concrete, but ain't talking that shit In videos, in a bitch pose, in a throwback Holdin' the gat, ain't gon' bust, and know that It's the Dub-S-C thing, Dub-C brain And we don't fuck with niggas in khaki G-strings Fuck moving, I'm clearing the crowd It's that Hoobang and bandana, grim and limber now The original Evacuate the building, bitch, here come a plane No, it's the mad-ass Westside Connect gang And fuck what you claim, nigga, this Hoobang With enough game to drive a square bitch insane And we number one gunners, no, we ain't stunners It's real with us, homie killers and drug runners And Mack be the D-boy and the H2 Hummer Looking hotter than a motherfucking L.A. summer Let's go! This game right here is rough as fuck These hoes out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what? And with my beers, I'm coming up Fools talk real loud, but don't run up When we come through, they run and duck We still right here, so what? What the fuck is Ice Cube talking about? That's how you get these nuts parked in your mouth Westside ride, bitch, the same old shit I don't conversate with pussy, I ain't gon' get I don't holler at these hoes that sing like Ashante Body like Beyoncé, face like Andre Bitch, you kind of stringy, but I'm rich So my entree got to be Bombay Have you seen us? No, haters can't see us Connect gang, we the G's, nigga Countless cars and countless charges Street minions making blunts out of Cuban cigars Big body leaners, hypnotic body leaders With a flag of hoes on us, cause I'm chronic, it's a greenness Until my nigga's incarcerated and on probation I'ma stay paying for the whole G Nation, yeah This game right here is rough as fuck These hoes out here about the bucks These hoes out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what? And with my peers, I'm coming up Fools talk real loud, but don't run up When we come through, they run and duck We still right here, so what? 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 And while I'm serving up incoming young hustlers and cluckers Banging for the hood, causing havoc and ruckus You niggas have to label kids and ass like suckers And you bitches so sit down when you're pissed, motherfuckers One thing I do know, I ain't the uno Big Bruno, rap sumo, on Puno You know, 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 stick pussy, nigga, you useless You know the side, bitch, better get upon it Cause it must be a single with Nay Dog singing on it Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na It ain't a hitch or nay dog's spin This gang right here is rough as fuck These hoes out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to buss I have no fear, afraid of what? And with my beers I'm coming up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through, they run and duck We still right here so what, fuck? Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na That's the different case from a casual case Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Bitch you know the side World Motha Fuckin Wide