Beenie

2pac ft. The Game, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg & WC-The West Coast Originals [& Eminem]

Lyrics:

2pac:
west side
west side
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
Niggas for Life
Plus Puffy tryin’ to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i’ll leave yah
Cut your young up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Lil Kim,
Don’t with real G’s
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So peace
I’ll let them niggas know
It’s on for Life
Don’t let the West Side
Ride the night

The Game:
West Side!
I’m lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,
Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you stop breathin,
Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini,
Gang bangin is real,
Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,
Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,
Keep jibberin jabberin i’ll pull a .38 magnum,
And get the clickin and clackin,
You’ll homies will wanna kno what happened,
Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,
I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin,

Eminem:
All my West Side throw it up…
Put a balloon inside your pussy
Weep and blow it up
Man I think that he just fell off the
Deep
End, sure enough
So you better change the station to keep
From throwing up
Man you’ve seen it all before
Your all too familiar wit’ it
There’s a penis on the floor
And two balls
So you know who did it
You know you wit’ it, girl
Don’t front
Oh no you didn’t
I won’t rape all the Pussycat Dolls
Nicole, you kiddin’?
I’ll pee on Rihanna, see man
I’ll do what I wanna
Spray perfume in a sauna
Run Crazy Glue and Madonna
To the La-Z-Boy sofa
Fold her in two then sit on her
Imagine the visual for that, man
Who woulda thought I

Ice Cube:
West Side!
I’m a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y’all
And I don’t give a I keep it gangsta y’all
I’ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wadn’t for me where the you’d be?
Rappin like the Treacherous Three, cowards
I’d have seen Dre rockin parties for hours
And I’d have seen Ren from Howard
And I’d have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer’s
So Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

Snoop Dogg
I’m a West Coast Original, but y’all knew that
Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that
I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside
But only on the left side, yeah that’s the Crip side
Ain’t no other way to play the game the way I play
I cut so much you thought I was a DJ
“two!” – “one!” – “yep, three!”
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
What you know about the D-O-G?
I keep my peeps wit a bag a’ treats
On the streets my nephews beat your beat and keep that heat
In the Cutt and indiscrete
Me and Dub-C crippin’ couzins in this industry
A lotta’ y’all pretend to be
Wanna see friends wit me and then sleep wit the enemy?

WC:
West Side
Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh huh)
Nigga let the games begin, as I standin’
Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital
scanners takin’ penitentiary chances
Sick wit it, off the ric wit it
Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted
Grind-grimey, the thick body and the big body
Wit lyrics and ‘draulics hotter than the Majave
Sellin’, brubble bellin’, career felon
Escalade 3-braid beard wearin’
Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat
Niggas call me “Home of Cake” cause I love the cheese
Gangstas, Hustlas, Pimps, if ya follow me
Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery

2pac:
West Side!
Ain’t nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my females strapped, no from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California’s where I’m at – right?
Passed by while these niggaz wonder by
I got shot but didn’t die, let ‘em see who’s next to try
Did I cry, nah, nigga tear I shed
for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggaz still ballin
until I die
You can bring your crew
Still ballin
Before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad with a pocket full of rocks.
And I’m totin’ these thangs, get my skinny little kicked.
And Niggaz laugh, til’ tha first got blasted.
I put the Nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin’ the in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular when it counts.
I’m tryin’ to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.

Thanks for watchin´ =)
I hope you liked it
Everything made by myself
Greetings from WestSideCripper

Duration : 0:4:16

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