This game right here is really rough 
These girls out here about to bust 
These fools out here afraid of us 
I have no fear, afraid of what 
And with my peers, [bad word] up 
Fools talk real loud but [bad word] up 
When we gun through, [bad word] and duck 
We still right here don't press your luck 

Homey I'm tired of these cowards parkin like this 
Walkin like this 
From the concrete when they chalkin like this 
And videos in a trick pose in a throwback 
Holdin a gat 
Aint gon bust and know that 
Its a WSC thang, WC brain 
And we don't kick it with bustas in khaki g strangs 
I'm done movin, I'm clearin the crowd 
It's the Hoo-Bangin bandana criminal 
The orignal 

Evacuate the building, look [bad word] a plane 
No it's the big bad westside connect gang 
And [bad word] what you claim, homey this Hoo-Bang 
With enough game to drive a square broad insane 
And we number one gunners 
No, we aint stunners 
It's real with us partner 
Dealers and [bad word] runners 
And Mack be the b-boy in the H2 Hummer 
Lookin hotter than the South, Central LA summer 

*Repeat first line* 

What the [bad word] is Ie Cube talkin about? 
That's how you get these here, parked in your mouth 
Westide ride trick 
The same old spit 
I don't conversate wit chicks 
I aint gon hit 
I don't holler at these pros 
That sing like Ashanti 
Body like Beyonce 
Face like Andre 
You kinda strange 
But I'm wit so my entre got to be bomb 

Have you seen us 
Naw, haters can't see us 
Connect gang we the genuis [bad word] 
Countless cars and countless charge 
It's three niggas makin blunts outta Cuban cigars 
Big my the liters 
Hypnotic by the liters 
Wit the [bad word] pros on us 
Cause our chronic is the greenest 
And to my G's incarcerated on probation 
I'm a stay bangin for the whole nation, [bad word] 

*Repeat first line* 

It's a gangsta nation if you in, you a g 
And the ho world influenced by the and the 
Now tell the [bad word] rappers you don't ball like me 
Cause I'm really from the game 
Ya'll just industry 
And while I'm servin up [bad word] young hustlers and cluckers 
Banging for the hood causin havoc [bad word] 
You fools at the label kissin up like suckas 
And you trick so sit down when you pee little bustas 

One thing I do know 
I ain't the uno 
Big luno 
Rap sumo 
On pluto 
You know? 
I'd like to thank the congregation 
And my affiliation to the gangsta nation 
I'm hard on em, yeah [bad word] 
You like a stress sack, boy your useless 
You know the side tray, better bet a bonet 
Cause it must be a single when Nate Dogg singin on it 

Well check this out man 
We got a gangsta nation goin down over here 
So y'all might as well bow down 
And join this westside thing 
Cause once you get wit this, 
Partna, you as as can be 
Believe that homeboy 
Fray Ray, what I tell ya? 
It ain't a hit til Nate Dogg spit 

*Repeat first line*