Mt. Westmore, Pt. 1

(앨범: BAD MFs - 2022)

There are eight wonders of the world
You are now about to witness, the ninth
This man needs no introduction
One of the forefathers of Gangsta Rap
Mr. Fuck The Police himself
From South-Central Los Angeles
Ice Cube

Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you done it?
Take it worldwide, but keep it one-hundred
Straight running, America's most wanted (Who?)
Y'all can pump your brakes, I'ma gun it
Might wreck, yeah, I cause damage
Niggas on my shit like a fucking chicken sandwich
Fighting in the drive-thru
From here to the Bayu, cripping to Pyru
I'll rather have some barbecue
And talk about the tendencies of our real enemies
We gotta figure it out
While some motherfuckers want to nigga it out
I keep ten toes down and they grip the ground
Head too big, to fit the crown
The fat lady sing, that's all she wrote
I got to be the greatest if I ain't the G.O.A.T., nigga

Now, this man's favorite word is "Bitch"
He loves it so much that he had it trademarked
And tattooed on his left-arm
Coming from the Eastside of Oakland with seventy-five girls
One of 'em might be your baby mama
Please welcome, Too $hort

Yeah, most of that shit is true
I make a whole lot of motherfucking money too (Bitch)
And I don't need nothing from you
But you can give me all that when I come through
That's what I told her, yeah, I'm getting older
I'm still here tho, 'cause my game is colder
I stay in it, but I'm not too loud
I do a whole lot of shit I don't talk about
'Cause I don't need to brag when I'm getting the bag
I'm too used to it, you probably new to it
Getting billions, but don't forget who you are
Or where you come from, you a superstar
Quit doing you, 'cause you could never be me
Thirty-five years, longevity
I went straight to the top, no gravity
And you still looking up to me, like I'm your Papi'

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Please stand for the ambassador of the Bay
The hustler, the entrepreneur
The tycoon, the doom with the shroom
King of slang, back on spirits and wine, fellatio zone
E-40

I ain't got time to be dragging, me and my organization got to eat
Make a million up in my section, generational wealth is what I see
Off pushing the game at a young age with my renegades
Had us all off at [?] with a 32 and a 20-gauge (20-gauge)
Wherever you from, it's how you coming, where you at? (Where you at)
Everywhere I go I carry a gat, I got your back (Blast)
They want me to pass the torch, but I'm from Upworth (The Bay)
But that ain't gon' happen, even if I was a corpse (Okay?)
The way that I'm making my mils, I'm paraplatin
Come from a town where we had to prove ourself, L.A
Most underappreciated bathroom on the planet
Fuck you game goofy suckers, you squeers will never understand it
Imagine my male-figure if I buy a house in Carmero (Carmero)
The goon with the spoon, silver rito's like Taco Bell (Taco Bell)
I came with the spoon, a sausage just like a [?]
Bitch I'm a tycoon, y'all winning liquor for sale(Bitch)

Now is the time for the dog of all dogs
The Big Dogg, The Tomic Dogg
Mr. 2-1-3, Long Beach, is in the building
Everybody, hide your weed
'Cause he'll smoke you out a house at home
Throw your lighters up for Snoop Dogg

Nigga what y'all for?
Coming in is the boss, dripping with sauce
Bitch it ain't my fault, the fights are fault
And all the cars I bought
Two-time villain, ain't no tellin,' if you cold
Take that loss, don't get crossed
Ring them bells, stay G, we broke, we fail
No details, we ring bells
We the grandkids of the slaves y'all couldn't kill
For that ill-will y'all put on us
Always got your motherfucking foot on us
Ain't no escaping facts, so for that
Motherfucker, take that
And every nigga that I'm with is invincible
But welcome to the school, nigga, I am your principal
And did I mention (What?)
That I'm the crook that can cook in the cripping kitchen

Awh, and there you have it
A razzmatazz, a blast from the past
Mount Westmore, can you believe it?
E-40, Snoop Dogg, Too $hort, and Ice Cube
Yahaa