Mt. Westmore Pt. 1

MOUNT WESTMORE

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    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 runnin', 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 fuckin' chicken sandwich
    Fightin' in the drive-thru
    From here to the bayu, crippin' 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 GOAT, 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
    Comin' 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 motherfuckin' money too (bitch)
    And I don't need nothin' from you
    But you can give me all that when I come through
    That's what I told her, yeah, I'm gettin' 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 gettin' the bag
    I'm too used to it, you probably new to it
    Gettin' billions, but don't forget who you are
    Or where you come from, you a superstar
    Quit doin' you, 'cause you could never be me
    Thirty-five years, longevity
    I went straight to the top, no gravity
    And you still lookin' up to me, like I'm your papi'

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    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 draggin', me and my organization got to eat
    Make a million up in my section, generational wealth is what I see
    Off pushin' 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 comin', 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 makin' 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 winnin' 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?
    Comin' in is the boss, drippin' 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 motherfuckin' foot on us
    Ain't no escapin' 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 crippin' 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

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