Dance, shake your feets We want you, to have a funky party But make sure, that you don't hurt nobody Now ladies, if you want to dance Then the Mob fellas
with Too Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street
-Fella label baby fuck them other labels baby And we been duckin shots from all them haters lately We gettin paper baby, them others tryin to keep up
jus' got dusted) Dusted 'n' disgusted Let's let of some 203's on the other side of t-uh-town Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (Other
Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West
fullest, like some west coast love But after Pac stopped rappin', it ain't no west coast thug Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street
hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin Everything he touch goes platinum Eyeeaaaah! [too $hort] I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street
cold We the cold terrorists, we have entered this city Chicago Cruical the Conflict the Memphis streets is Now you niggas know you can't break (..?..) I'ma let this mob
Better known as caine It's that motherfuckin' thug shit I'm bustin' slugs shit You're the schoolboy I turned to drug dealer In the streets of that west
takin your chest off Morgify a nigga with the quickness, pissin on brain sites Magnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street light We
come from Crane street, 200 or Circle piece It's all about do you believe Rap-a-lot Mafia life Rap-a-lot on the streets Recognize the Mob or get you
the sky I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky [Verse 1: Kanye West] Man, man
the street today I met an old mistake walking down the street today I didn't want to be mean about it I couldn't think of one good thing to say. West L.A. fadeaway, West
got dusted Dusted and disgusted [E-40] Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other
be like yo young nigga still in the beef we ride the high shit we still in the streets All the gangs still come from the west I'm still sendin a bitch
west coast was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love But after Pac stopped rappin,