The Shit (feat. Mc Ren, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg And Six2)

You don't want to see me cause i'm a west side hustler (west coast)

And i'm through with you busters so (yeah)

Give me my snaps cause you owes me, hoes (bring it)

Khakis, pendletons, and romeos, nigga

West coast rat pack

'88 real niggas, all black (come on)

All back in your ass again

And you goddamn right we gon' win

Ren making niggas run and duck

Hands on my balls, with the d.o.c., not giving a fuck

We bad luck, here a dick to suck

Your ho can taste it

With the villain dna when she ready to chase it

I'm on another level than y'all

Niggas dressed up like they pope john paul

It's that new motherfucking formula, y'all

Fuck the dress code, nigga -- come and smash the walls

Posted up, hoes choked up

Dick too big, 'bout to tear they throat up

Ren give a fuck, you asking to get cut

Comp-town started this shit

So nigga, what? we all fucked up

But y'all lucked up; nigga brown nosing

Drop this nigga shit, had a whole flame frozen

Ho game dozing, in it for something

While you all bitches y'all in it for nothing

Do not attempt to adjust your radio

There is nothing wrong

It's a must i get my hands on some dead presidents

Can't be hesitant cause the game goes on

To fuck with ice cube

You gotta shit talk, big talk, crip walk

Bang hard, run yards, flip cars

Cause you fucking with millionaires, big stars

Only clocking a grip will make our dicks hard

I come through when i handle my business

Like a goddamn menace

Niggas think i eat spinach

Cause you need a dentist whenever i finish

It's the grin-ich, with a gang of lieutenants

Westside!

Connection is the campaign

Niggas trying to run shit, pull a hamstring

I'mma do the damn thang, baby do the damn thang

Dance!

Ass busting out them pants

I can't stand it, ram it like the animal planet

The kinda nigga that'd take janet for granted

Ice cube got that shit you grew up on

Blew up on, got a lawsuit at home

It's a shark in the swimming pool

Bad news coming through on them 22's

And i'm hunting you out, little kids got to run in the house

I'm dirty like the south, with a gun in your mouth

Click click

Nigga bang bang for that blang blang

Nigga get about insane as saddam hussein

Give a fuck if he got him a gang, he outta my range

Give him shit stains when i get claims, nigga

There it is, all right

There it is my niggas

We going back to the beginning though

For real

But even in the midst of this old school shit

Our young gangstas still bring the pain

Doggy dogg break them off something

Easily i approach

The microphone with a pocket full of dough

The king of the coast

I'm rocking the boat

Stroking your folks

And loc'ing with locs

Baby boy got smoked

Nigga what up, nigga what up

I need cheese, paper, bread, and butter

Nut up and cut up the beef

I got a .44 piece that'll shut up the

My niggas gonna floss to this

My crip'ed out homeboys gon' walk to this

Creep to the spizzot, and stash my knizzot

Then call the dizzoc, you know we got it lizzocked

Pop right back on your monkey ass

Then cop a glock back on your funky ass

Been a long time, i shouldn't have left you

Let's get loot like snoop, nephew

Six deuce

Here we go

Some of this millennium shit from the d.o.c., nigga

And as long as i'm fucking around with niggas like ice cube

Ren the motherfucking villain, snoop dogg

Dre the motherfucking doctor, baby number one stunna, nigga

Jazze pha, nate dogg and the kingpin, x to the motherfucking z

Six2, my motherfucking silverback family, motherfuckers

So as long as i keep making these records, this is what you gon' get

The shit -- take that mother