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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Vocals
Mack 10
Vocals
WC
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Treyvon Green
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Dedrick Rolison
Songwriter
William Calhoun
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Tre
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I pledge allegiance to the rag
Of the United Westside Connection
And to the W, for which it stands
One neighborhood, under God
Invincible, with luxury and riches for all
[Verse 2]
Ice Cube, WC, and Mack 10
The gangsta, the killer, and the dope dealer
[Verse 3]
Got 'em, look, ****, you fit the description
This is dedicated to potential victims
'Cause crucifixion ain't no fiction
Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission
[Verse 4]
To all my white ****, to all my light ****
To all my dark ****, I'm tryna spark ****
I want to shark ****, not to mark ****
Fuck the park ****, I want your heart, ****
[Verse 5]
The hood, most honorable, carnage, Geronimo, prank, ****
Prosecuted for making your brain splat, ****
And Crocker sense is the Westside nickel
Jim brownin' you bitches off the back of a window, yeah
[Verse 6]
From Mo Jay, to MJ and Michael Tyson
They fucked up Saddam like my **** gangsta mind
You don't have to be a Taliban to feel the baton
Throw up the W, victims of the red, black and blue
[Verse 7]
I kicks in the door, waving an automatic
I'm mad as fuck, breathing hard as a asthmatic
Attitudes unpredictable, behavior is sporatic
Could snap at any time, and right now I done had it, bitch
[Verse 8]
Make no mistake about it
Your life has just been threatened
[Verse 9]
To all my white ****, to all my light ****
To all my dark ****, I'm tryna spark ****
I want to shark ****, not to mark ****
Fuck the park ****, I want your heart, ****
[Verse 10]
Got 'em, look, ****, you fit the description
This is dedicated to potential victims
'Cause crucifixion ain't no fiction
Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission
[Verse 11]
I'm cockin' the hammer, fuckin' up
The camera was workin' on things
Like Kobe, they tryna throw dirt on my name
More money, more drama
But ****, fuck the hype, flash the light
I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, come on
[Verse 12]
You look hard, act hard, in the backyard
Front yard, lunch card, but the **** run hard
I run yards, punk guards, **** so large
If I get caught, ****, no charge
[Verse 13]
Here come a West Coast gangsta in khakis and creases
Plus a pink slip, ****, you pinks is leasees
My white Bentley got peanut butter guts like Reese's
Blood peeled **** is red like an endangered species, fucker
[Verse 14]
In this age of terror, fear is the killer
One thing remains constant
The Weside motherfuckin' Connection
You might as well keep it gangsta
They got us all under surveillance
Bitch, you know the side
World motherfuckin' wide
[Verse 15]
To all my white ****, to all my light ****
To all my dark ****, I'm tryna spark ****
I want to shark ****, not to mark ****
Fuck the park ****, I want your heart, ****
[Verse 16]
Too many lost
Too many lost
Written by: Dedrick Rolison, O'Shea Jackson, Treyvon Green, WC, William Calhoun