3 Time Felons Lyrics

What would you do
If I punked your whole crew?
Would you run like a bitch from me?
Niggaz don't test 'coz we come from the west
Yes, the W-S to the C Westside
Westside niggaz
Fuck everybody that used to be down
That ain't down no mo'
Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side
Y'all don't know how we puts it down
Trick ass motherfuckers
Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin', I'm bellin'
With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin'?
Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin'
Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is
A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor
Catch a tumor, you say I'm dickin' my consumer
Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence

With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance
Tonight I'm buzzin', thought I wasn't
Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins
Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes
A nigga likes your motherfuckin' Nikes
I shift gears when I see tears
Fuck a record, fuck a movie, I rack my uzi
On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me
We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry
I did a lick well, I'm in a thick cell
Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails
And when I hear Westside Connection
I get the fuckin' erection
So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
Westside rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
I gots to handle mines, so I grinds
Real O.G. parolle, throw the woop on the quarter key
Ain't been out but a minute, nigga, in it, to win it
'Coz a five year joke leave yo stack dented
Got my pockets back swollen, motorola holdin'
A nigga got the whole hood rollin'
BG's get you what you want when you need it
I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated
Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot
Niggaz callin' Mack's spot, jackpot, the crack spot
Got the double up bomb can't wait
So won't you bounce rock skate to where the cluckers hibernate
Where we livin' like stars, switchin' cars like they leases
Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces
While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus
Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English
So, nigga, what you wanna, bet on a set full of vet lick hitters
And, ain't a crew that can get with us
It's west coast, the most, I be yellin'
Nigga, Mack 10 bellin' as a three time felon
Fuck what you sayin', and fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Fool, fuck what you sayin', and fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
Westside rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
Let it rain, let it drip
Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips
Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger
Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz
'Coz ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin' heaters
Causing tragedy, tearing off your whole chest cavity
Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters
Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers
Lenny wanna kill me 'coz I got 'em all scared of this
Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist
Stickering my tapes, hoping that they can silence me
'Coz I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society
But ain't no stopping this westside click
So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick
'Coz I'm punking mo' niggaz than Deebo
Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo
Nigga, fuck what you sayin', fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Fuck what your sayin', and fuck who your tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
Westside rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
West coast till the casket drop
Rollin' till the wheels fall off
West coast till the casket drop
Rollin' till the wheels fall off
West coast till the casket drop
Rollin' till the wheels fall off
West coast till the casket drop
Westside, rollin' till the wheels fall off
Yeah, time is runnin' out niggaros and nigga hoes
All W's must be true
Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang
W S C G, bonafied and worldwide
When you see Ice Cube, throw up the W
When you see Mack 10, throw up the W
When you see W.C., throw up the W
When you see Crazy Tunes, throw up the W
When you see K-Dee, throw up the W
When you see The Comrades, throw up the W
All Frum Tha I, throw up the W
Westside till I die, what you thinkin' of?
And y'all bitches can throw it up too