Lyrics Bow Down - Westside Connection

Bow Down

What would you do If I punked your whole crew?
Would you run like a bitch from me?
Niggaz don’t test
Cause we come from the west
Yes the W-S to the C Westside!
Westside niggaz
Fuck everybody that used to be down
That ain’t down no mo
Y’all niggaz ain’t from the best side
Y’all don’t know how we puts it down
Trick ass motherfuckers
Verse 1, Ice Cube:
Let’s make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I’m bellin
With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin?
Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin
Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor
Catch a tumor you say I’m dickin my consumer
Suede Puma’s as I walk down Florence
With warrants that don’t go to court in Torrance
Tonight I’m buzzin thought I wasn’t
Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins
Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes
A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes
I shift gears when I see tears
Fuck a record, fuck a movie
I rack my uzi
On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry
I did a lick well
I’m in a thick cell
Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails
And when I hear Westside Connection
I get the fuckin erection
Chorus, W.C.:
So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin
I’m only bellin with some three time felons
Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin
I’m only bellin with some three time felons
Bridge:
Rollin till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off
Westside rollin till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off
Verse 2, Mack 10:
I gots to handle mines
So I grinds
Real O.G. parolle
Throw the woop on the quarter key
Ain’t been out but a minute
Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented
Got my pockets back swollen
Motorola holdin
A nigga got the whole hood rollin
BG’s get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated
Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot
Niggaz callin Mack’s spot
Jackpot, the crack spot
Got the double up bomb can’t wait
So wont you bounce rock skate
To where the cluckers hibernate
Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases
Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces
While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus
Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English
So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters
And, ain’t a crew that can get with us It’s west coast, the most, I be yellin
Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon
Chorus, Ice Cube:
Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin
I’m only bellin with some three time felons
Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin
I’m only bellin with some three time felons
Bridge
Verse 3, W.C.:
Let it rain, let it drip