[Chorus]

While your shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'

Rollin' in my SUV (Westside Nigga)

All my plus three thugs on the way to the club

And when I come you got love for me

Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)

You know we're super super star (Staaaar)



[Ice Cube]

Everybody know jail records sell records

Imma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked

I got the formula double murder equal double platinum

I know these bitch niggaz wonderin' why I'm bustin' at em

The rich a famous ignoramus

It's kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint us

The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got

Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot?

Where's your drug spot nigga yous a was-not

I cant bump your shit if you never was shot

Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse

You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hurse

And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company

Try to fuck your family out the royalty

Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back

Goddamn that nigga can rap



[Chorus]



[Mack 10]

Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say

It's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K

No NO it don't matter how good you spit

If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit

Who gives a fuck if your money and game up to par

Cause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star

But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures

Got these white kid fools like you some real as niggaz

But most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me

Cause I'm a Westside motherfucker Inglewood G

And fuck sellin' records if I gotta get murd

I'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work
<br /> And it ain't but a few real killas and scrapers

And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers

And I can care less about a battlin' skills

Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel



[Chorus]



[WC]

Fucked up down the game is fucked up now

This new rapper got shot and looked up now nigga

Fuck a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface

I got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderous

Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you

Got my gauge right at you

Fuck Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol

With my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle

Cause murderin' vital cells and steels ain't real enough

The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a fuck

If I kill me nigga won't get shot in the heart

I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park

So bang this shit nigga hang that shitCabin Home On The Hill Lyrics
Tonight I'm alone without you my dear It seems there's a longing for you still All I have to do now is sit alone and cry In our little cabin home on the hill Now someone has taken you from me And left me here all alone Just listen to the rain beat on my window pane In our little cabin home on the hill. I hope you are happy tonight as you are But in my heart there's a longi