[Ice Cube]   1, 2, 3, 4   Get you a bitch up on the floor   You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)   You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)   [WC]   To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH   Bang, crease the starch   Uh oh, here we go again   Off the chain, that Dub SC gang   State yo name   [Ice Cube]   Ice Cube motherfucker   [WC]   What's your name   [Mack 10]   Mack 10 motherfucker   [WC]   Well bang on, swang on    Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on   Get my green on, with my white sling on   Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging   Three wheels, make the heat squeal   This Westcoast shit is the shit that we built   Who wanna bust with or fuck with him, and confess   Y'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it   Dub C, from that Dub SC   Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man   [Chorus]   Walk, walk   Niggas let me see you walk   Walk, walk   Bitches let me see you walk - 2x   To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH   Calling all cars, niggas look hard   Near park cars, after dark   Get toe start   [Ice Cube]   Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this   Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice   All you bitch ass niggas are defenseless   Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids   It's sunday school, I run you fools   You ain't gone do shit   I got the flip shit, to plant   Spit it like I'm gone spit it   Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it   I'm connected and committed   All the way bided, while you bullshitted   I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain   Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out   Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out   Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying fuck ya   My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla   [Chorus]   [Mack 10]   It's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit   For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit   I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic   And let one off for the gangbang addicts   Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove   And I'm the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love   Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club   I hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub   And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin   Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging   Fin to bust a bitch to give head, that's eating the jaw   And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes   Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya ?   And ain't no niggas in the game that can beat this group   Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim   We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain   To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH   Calling all cars, niggas look hard   Near park cars, after dark   Get toe start - 2x   [Chorus - 2x]   (*ad-libs*)