[Ice Consider this an invitation, to my Nation
Dogg]
Na na na na na na na na (Westside) Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh) Na na na na na na na na (what what) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (yea) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na
{NATE This right here is rough as fuck These out here about the bucks These fools out afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of And in years I'm comin' up Fools talk loud but don't run up When we through they'd run it up We right here so what the fuck
{West Connection} nigga I'm tired of these niggas barkin like shit talkin' like the concrete when they chalkin' like shit And there he goes and a pose and a throw back a gat ain't gonna bust and know that It's a dub (W) S C thang dub C And we don't fuck with niggas and jeans strains I'm fucked movin' I'm the crowd the who bangin' bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal The
Evacuate the bitch here come a plane No it's the bad ass Westside Connect And fuck what you plain nigga this who With enough to drive a swear bitch insane And we number one no we ain't stunners It's real with us homie, killaz and runners And Mack need a beat now in a H2 Lookin hotter than a L.A. summer go
This game right here is as fuck hoes out here about the bucks These out here afraid to bust I have no fear, of what And in five I'm comin' up Fools talk loud but don't run up When we come through run it up We still right here so what the
What the is Ice Cube talkin' about? how you get these nuts parked in you mouth Westside bitch, the old shit I don't conversate with pussy i aint get I don't holla at hoes that sing like Ashanti Body like Beyonce, face Andre (uhhh) bitch You kinda But I'm rich so my Andre got to be bomb
Have you us, naw can't see us Connect Gang we the nigga Countless calls and countless Street niggas blunts out of Cuban cigars Big by the linnas sip by the liters With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is a And to my G's incarcerated and on I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation
{N. CHORUS}
It's a Nation if you in you a G And the world influence by the C in the sea Now the truth rappers you don't ball like me Cause I'm really from the gang is industry And while I'm servin' up and young hustlers and cluckers Bangin for the hood causin havic and You fools actin label up ass suckers And your trick solder down you piss muthafucka
[I.C] One I do know I ain't the uno Big puno rap on pruno (you know) I'd to thank the congregation In my to the Gangsta Nation I'm on them, yeah I'm ruthless You like a sick pussy, nigga you You know the trick, better get up on it Cause it must be a single with Dogg singin' on it
Look this out man We got a Gangsta goin down over here So might as well say fuck it And this Westside thang man 'Cause once you get with nigga you as G as can be that homeboy It's that Fred Red, what I'd you homey It ain't a hit till Nate spit ( na na na na na na na na in backround)
Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (Consider this an invitation, to my Nation) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na