Featuring Kam]
Goddamn that n***a Kam back on the scene
With the brown & black on the same team
The rap game seem so f****d up
If a real n***a ever got in he probably lucked up
These n****s sucked up our hood game
Got fame & f****d up our good name
It's a shame you got rich off of our stress & strife
& you ain't never gang banged in ya life!
Ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house
So answer this, is you a man or a mouse?
Tricky like Mickey when it comes to cheese,
(Yeah) you took a little quickie from the G's
But that's cool though you did a?
But after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?
& soon you'll know what we bothered about
When you hear my n****s hollerin' out
2x chorus:
Where all the Eastside n****s at?
Whoop Whoop!
Where all the Westside n****s at?
Whoop Whoop!
Where all the Northside n****s at?
Whoop Whoop!
Where all the Southside n****s at?
Whoop Whoop Whoop!
It's that gangsta s**t & if you really wanna know
I got thangs to spit & if you feel he run the show
Then you a busta too what must I do?
How many real rap n****s is it? (Just A few)
I put my trust in you like the oj jury
But you dissed so feel my fists of fury!
Sure we used to be cool & all that junk
Little fat pot belly big titty duck?? Punk
With junk in yo trunk like Pam
On Martin don't be startin up no s**t with Kam
Cause I'll f**k you up you just ain't knowin
Keep your eyes on the road & watch where you going
You takin all my shots
Like the "W" you took from me n***a stand for Watts
Tryin to say it stand for yo group
But like Toucan Sam Kam can always smell a Fruit Loop.
2x chorus
You can't see these G's in no kinda way
So what you wanna do what you tryin to say?
Was you the only one dissin' or they were too
Cause we can all go head up on Pay Per View!
Tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work
You little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp
This Eastside n***a make me bow down
Where all the C-Hogs & B-Dogs chowdown
Not ot mention the Brotherhood
That's F. O. Y. Killas to make it understood
I shoulda beat yo a** in Chicago
Don't need security guards wherever I go
And if it wasn't for Mustafa I really doubt
Anybody else coulda saved you from gettin' knocked out
That's what I'm about n****s gave me the scoop
Say what you killin' Rickets & Sloops!
2x chorus:
How could I this thee let me count the ways
See I can talk about yo a** for days
Iknow s**t about you you don't even know
And if it wasn't for us you wouldn't even be breathin bro
That's for sho this ain't no fairy tale s**t
But look at the thanks I get!
A hit record don't mean a Moth*****k to me
Ni***z gave you a pass reluctantly
Cause you told em you was with us the foy
And the n****s that was with me when I left know why
I said f**k street knowledge and sat far away
F**k Ice Cube and pass Chardonnay
I gave all I could give
But n****s know we all work and know we all live
And tryin to f**k me that's the worst mistake you could've made
Y'all cursed til the price is paid.
2x chorus:
Solo: What's up n***a you got beef with me n***a?
Cube: Naw I ain't got beef with you n***a!
Solo: You got beef with my homeboy n***a?
Cube: Yo homeboy got beef with me!
Solo: You got beef with me then n***a
Cube: And
- 专辑：Bad Newz Travels Fast
- 歌手：DJ Pooh
- 歌曲：Whoop Whoop
