Texty:
Westside Connection Lights Out

lights are on This is for the G in me, let's go, motherfuckers Would ya party all with me? Lights out I'll give you everythin' you need and more, yeah Ooh, lights

coastal How we do you know? Connect Hit me up, give me a call. You know how we do? Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace [Ice-T] Peace out Motherfuckers said I

comin' through for the holidaze) What you gonna do for the holidaze? (I'm comin' through to scoop you for the holidaze) Westside Connect gang-ga-gang Connect gang-ga-gang Connect

the tarmac Where my top at and my nigga Mack Ridin' shotgun, with the top gun Don't catch a hot one soon as he spot one Westside Connection is a doctrine

out, six glocks in the trunk Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying When they move that, more whip whop arriving And my connect from Phoenix, the connect

-T, nigga Representin Strictly Westside, nigga South Central in the muthafuckin hiddouse Check the technique, nigga Representin for my real niggas out

.'s Playstation with that DVD Smoked out tent no need to see me Unless I'm creeping up on you in black and 3-D Laying my stunt get down Like a Westside

them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying When they move that, more whip whop arriving And my connect from

style of rhymin is ahead of it's time I make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime So where you rhymes at? Break em out, don't be scared, show me