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Ice Cube

"West side connection"

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now see so many motherf*ckers wanna take a piece
Comin' equipped with some sh*t that n*ggas just can't believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze
I'm all over that n*gga, come identify the body
My middle finger to you ho n*ggas
Run up on me and I'll be forced to let it go n*gga
I ain't the one you wanna try, why? Stayin' high
I hit this blunt and watch these motherf*ckers die
Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the dope game, n*ggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time
And its a b*tch cause the judge gave you 8 years
You doin 6 and we know that you can't hang
You a trick rolled over turned snitch like a b*tch

[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you're into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you're into gettin' rubbed

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
They got a n*gga in the dice game
I'm feelin' lucky but the n*gga just a little bigger
He tryin f*ck me out my cash, I'ma blast n*gga
He don't know I gotta tell ya like the last n*gga
Gotta go don't need to roll for the truck, I get 'em up
Left to right, my uppercut'll hit 'em up
I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my n*ggas, but I ain't puttin down my Glock
The gun shots rang when I lose n*gga, and ooh n*gga
I'ma show you not to ever play a true n*gga (haha)
Lay it down just to prove it
And f*ck the rappin motherf*cker we can do this

[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you're into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you're into gettin' rubbed

[Verse 3" Method Man]
Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn
Back in this b*tch, class dismissed, it's the return
Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn
Yo, back when chef mami used to sell plates, we used to sell base
I learned to wipe my nose and wipe the prints off the shell case
Don't want no jail case, freedom miles standing at hell's gate
It's hot, and the devil's my cell mate
The game's addictive, I can't stop, it's like I'm chasing that first high
Like Betty Crocker baking that first pie
The beef we serving is stir fried, swerving all through your urban
Hurting, every gate and corner, you working, I'm
The bottom line, the school of hard knocks turn into Columbine
And my set is throwing up dollar signs
Some get gwop, some get pop, me?
I got a ziplock of bubble gum, just for selling Chris Rock
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to b*tch, n*gga
So, who you with, n*gga, don't even trip, n*gga
Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullsh*tter

[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you're into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you're into gettin' rubbed

[Bridge]
Go, go, go, go, go Charlotte it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's

[Verse 4: Ice Cube]
It's the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing
Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling
Top billin, make a million
Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the Maserati
Now they got me on Hard Copy didn't have to shoot Versace
Yet you still wanna watch me
Motherf*ckers wait they whole f*ckin life and aday
Hopin' that we can reunite N.W.A
All purpose, try to serve us, gettin' nervous, more murders
sh*t can just turn into the circus
Standin over the carcass
You look like the kind of n*gga that'd press charges
We the largest, we the biggest, we the n*ggas, With the Attitudes
We longitude, you latitude, have some gratitude
To the n*ggas that started this sh*t
Been around forever b*tch, we smart at this sh*t

[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you're into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you're into gettin' rubbed

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