Cross 'em Out And Put A 'k

INTRO:(ICE CUBE)

Brrrgh!

Ai!Ai!

In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak

VERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)

Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style

And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW

There's ten million ways to die

Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin

Off this gang-bang music

So all I'd wanna got the room stumped

I'm smokin,make dough like Trump

Cookin ??? to they chunk,punk!

Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust

And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us

It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga

The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga

I'm not an MC,I'm not a G

I mean I'm A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between

Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest

And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets

It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips

Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga!

Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

What's this my ??? low-grader system

That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises

Nigga be dissin on a down low

So now my motto's:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"

New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers

I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers

Cross em out and put a'K

Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays

*Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC*

'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!

Inglewoooood!

Nigga! To South Central L.A.!

VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC)

Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick

All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat(Brrgh!)