Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Westside Connect OGs, artist - The ComradsDate of issue: 26.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Westside Connect OGs |
| One, two, three, Westside Connect OG’s |
| And if you wanna go to the tip top |
| Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's |
| My nigga K-Mac and me |
| Mack 10, Ice Cube, Dub, and Bink |
| Squeak Ru, a crew of colored bandanas |
| Making paper with yayo and Arm and Hammer |
| Baking soda, Land Rovers, four deep in each |
| Street sweepers under seats |
| Chuck Taylors, Ben Davis from the swap meet |
| Flex those, Lexos, straight plug from Mexico |
| While y’all niggas cop it from the West Coast |
| We drink XO and Louis XIII |
| Million-dollar niggas keep in touch with the crack scene |
| More green than a leprechaun |
| At the light with your body, peel your dome back with teflon |
| Ring-da-da-da-ding-ding-ding-ding, ring the alarm |
| From the school of assault and batteries and short arms |
| It’s the, it’s the janky ass nigga, game spitter |
| Brick splitter, runnin' with nothin' but platinum hitters |
| Open the curtains, nigga, so the sister can get to bustin' |
| Y’all niggas know my name, so fuck the introduction |
| Run it up, turn it up, bangin' on all the competition |
| It’s Dub-C and the Comrads together on this mission, nigga |
| One, two, three, Westside Connect OG’s |
| And if you wanna go to the tip top |
| Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's |
| Welcome to the killing field, where everything is real |
| Death and murder, I know I probably served you before |
| It’s the nigga from next door, for sure connected |
| I roam the streets with heat, Westside rollin' |
| Swollen eye for bustas |
| Jealousy, you keep trailin' me |
| Tellin' me to stay strapped, sixteen shots in my lap |
| A smile on my face and death behind my eyes |
| Surprise, the Comrads is on the rise |
| Sized you up and not giving a fuck |
| I got a gang of homies stuck |
| True gangstas, quick to bank ya |
| Gank ya for your goods |
| I’m from South Central Los Skanless |
| With The Comrads from L-wood |
| Mack Manson’s back, poppin' niggas like pills |
| I get thrills and kills in the Hollywood Hills |
| If murder wasn’t the case, ain’t no tellin' where I would be |
| Indo and sherman keep my head where it should be |
| Freeze, bitch, face down on your bellies |
| But my cellies got dope rollin' like Pirellis |
| The Comrads and me, all about that big scrill |
| So, Connect Gang members only niggas that I kill for |
| One, two, three, Westside Connect OG’s |
| And if you wanna go to the tip top |
| Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's |
| We breakin' niggas down to nubs, slap 'em with the dub |
| Make 'em cover up, bustas get no love |
| Quick, Bink, pass me the paddle |
| Niggas wanna battle, they don’t know I strike like a rattle |
| Connection niggas on the spin, once again |
| You hear the siren, you can’t comprehend |
| I got my strap in the waistband |
| And if you fuck with the set, I got to blow up your place, man |
| Keep my fingers on the trigger |
| Representin' the hood and dyin' for my niggas |
| We the best on the planet |
| And fuck every politician in the world tryin' to ban it |
| Back to work, nigga, it’s the boss with the nina ross |
| Only got eight fuckin' bars to come off |
| Goddizzang, niggas wanna kiss the rizzang of the kizzang |
| Dub-S-C gizzang |
| Bing bing bizzang, get like seven on the dice |
| You might catch us slippin' once, never catch us slippin' twice |
| Y’all niggas gon' be moppin' our floors |
| You call it hip-hop, we call it Star Wars |
| One, two, three, Westside Connect OG’s |
| And if you wanna go to the tip top |
| Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's |
| One, two, three, Westside Connect OG’s |
| And if you wanna go to the tip top |
| Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's |
| One, two, three, Westside Connect OG’s |
| And if you wanna go to the tip top |
| Make your Glock go peezop, P-I's |
| Westside, Connect Gang |