[WC]   Nigga that shit coming together like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga!      [Introû Ice Cube]      *Keep it gangsta y'all repeated *   My niggaz thug out   You getting drugged out   These bitches getting loc'ed out   When we smoke out, cos we chromed out   About to bomb out      [Verse 1 û WC]   Here ye, here ye, calling all the hawgs   Fresh outta the whole tank, bouncin up the walls   Dub-cee! The bandana president, with the gauge on the ghetto   Rollin through y'all residents   Runnin the scene this is the king of the cars   Thugged out baby in my new busta's   Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of them let me see up   Ridaz throw ya heaterz up   Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've been gone   But now I'm back to get my walk on!   Swang with the game as I reach out and touch ya   Turn the cup up and get ignorant on this motherfucker   ôMayday, mayday!ö back in charge   *shrilling noise* calling out cars, calling out cars   dip, skip through the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle   hoppin' out the SS workin' all them angles   Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and ive got my homeboy      [Verse 2 û MC Ren]   Hell yeah, the motherfucking villain   1 to the 2 to the 3 to the +Hello+   Look at these g'z working these fake ass sopranos      Here come the Villain with another heater   With motherfucking Dub nigga in the two-seater   On my nuts while I west west y'all   Grab that microphone and I test test y'all   Villian baritone be like all over y'all   Who wanna ball with that Black nigga Ren?   Like the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling   Dub-cee! Give a fuck if these bitches don't love me   yeah!      [Chorus û Ice Cube]   I wanna bang, I wanna ride   I wanna slang, from the side, do it now   It's do or die   We can ball till the wheels fall off   And let these motherfuckers know they gotta peel us off      [Verse 3 û WC]   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey   Upon em again and I'm er running em again, look at it      With da-da-da-day, with da-da-da-day   Dub rock it; let your flag hang from your back pocket   Draw on em, on em, on em can't none of em   Eat with me, eat my style but y'all can't get rid of me   I heard y'all C-Walking now, yeah who taught you?   What you could say who?   Nigga why-I-I-I-I-I oughta smack all the spit out of you!   Beat the shit out of you! Get at em dumping, stomping   Dippin in the 600, saggin in my overalls blunted   Finger and thumb it, quick run   This gangsta shit Dub-Cee runnin   Here son, steady pumping I come through punking   Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them highstyles like Kobe   So shut up and kneel to these Westside parolees   And pass the blunt, cos none of ya'll can hold it      [Hook X2]   We got the niggaz (we got the bitches)   We got the killaz (we got the riches)   We got the dealers (we hit the switches)   We got every fucking thing you want   And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we don't      [Verse 4 û MC Ren]   Who that nigga that you fucking with?   When you want to hear some motherfucking nigger shit   Call the villain and I'll bring hot lyric   Waltonville to hit your bitch nigga ren with it   Y'all need to quit it   This shit legendary, fuck around with it and yo mama get buried   Your first born and that bitch you just married!   Who give a fuck pop that baby she just carried   Hubbin' all black like my fucking skin tone   How the fuck you gon talk about the villain, you a clone   Bitin every time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss?   Weak motherfuckers better say us!   So +If it Ain't Ruff+, it ain't my shit   Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my dick   Hate my clique, bitch-man cos I won't hit   A nigga that I ain't fucking wit!      [Hook X2]      [All]   Please Beelive it, please beelive it, please believe it      Awww man gimme one mo' sip of that cognac!