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WESTSIDE CONNECTION LYRICS

"Get Ignit"

[Ice Cube]
Security, yall might as well throw me out a this bitch right now
Get ignit, ge.. ge.. get ignit
Look, my garage is not a mirage
I got a car collage for my entourage
We like Dolomite when we stop at the light
Cause the rims keep spinnin and the bitches keep grinnin
And these niggas keep winnin, and they must be sinnin
Cause all they do is party with a whole lota women now,
My Grand-mamma even call me a dummy
An ignit little bastard how Im spendin my money I tell her,
Thats why your not as fly as your grandson,
Handsome with a pocket full of ransom,
It aint trickin if you got, pull it outcha pocket,
Baby drop it like a hydraulic
Shake it like your super-sonic
Make me psychotic when that booty look bionic
So if you see the crowd movin
Nigga dont be scared its just us payers, come on

[chorus:]
[Ice Cube]
Just like you figured, Im whippin niggas,
And we all witit, get ignit
To all the booty shakers, to all the money makers,
Fuck the undertakers, get ignit
Shake it all about ,turn the party out,
Pour Bacardi out, get ignit
If you full grown, and you tryin to bone,
Fuck goin home, get ignit

[Mack 10]
I keeps it way mean for the green, more muscle than a hawk,
And whether its soft or hard I sells it all in bulk,
And it aint no secret, we puts it all down in front of ya,
With a D cartel from Cali to Columbia,
And Im so hood with it, man its hard to explain,
Accuse anybody my OGs is to blame,
And Im so cold wit it its like ice in my veins,
Knee deep it the game, Ill put a price on your brains,
See me, I can double up twice with dem thangs,
Put it on a plane, with it strapped tight to the frame fuck it,
Even move em on a bus or the train
Mack dime the dopeman pushin dust and the caine
When I bust through green yard, when Im back Im fat
Got that rubber band cabbage, ten thousand a stack,
I know them folks on me homie, got me under attack,
Im still pullin on a cuban with a big cup of gnac come on

[CHORUS]

[WC]
Yeah,
Off the richter, gettin ignit,
Who the nigga drinkin dark liquor, hittin up the neighborhood watch members,
Zoned out, with the Kandy Brougham out,
Rag on my mirror, with the brains blown out,
Dub Cizzle, Im in these streets, not industry,
And there aint no remedy, for these penitentiary tendencies,
Bang loose with the strap cocked heat,
Some figurin niggas still bailin through the swap meet,
Janky, Im full of that Hanky, in the six double zero,
Smokin weed eatin chili cheese fritos
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Fuck with Dub nigga Ill knock your french braids out,
Get it understood, I bang the hood,
No falsehood, its all good
All mine I keep it all hood,
Gettin it, pussy Im hittin it,
Drinkin till Im belligerent,
Turn this up and watch Dub get ignit nigga

[Chorus: x2]

[WC]
Get it understood, I bang the hood,
No falsehood, its all good
All mine I keep it all hood
Get it understood, I bang the hood,
No falsehood, its all good
All mine I keep it all hood


[Thanks to hcjr218@cs.com for these lyrics]













                       


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