Bouncin' Down The Strezeet (DJ Ace Remix|Explicit) - ICE-T
Do you know the Wesside
Hey you know the Wesside
I know needs
That's about to do the Wesside
Hear
Do you know the Wesside close
Even only God
Speaks honey
Hey you know the Wesside
Drinking up my Alpine
18 inch bolt gauge
Bumping up jealous n**gaz on my mind
It's my cash my dollars my paper
Just hit the lick now
Suckers wanna pull capers
What you think all my gats is for
But ain't got no Rottweilers by the door
Bring your a** on in friend
Then counting my currency
Til call you sleep out of the blue twenty
Mac 90s mind on my money
Still trying to f**k that b**ch in Aqua
Out the bally cause I used to love ya
My bunny is acting funny but f**k you b**ch
Bouncing on these b**ches
Like eighteen switches
Side to side front three wheel motion
Sedan De Ville sliding like lotion
Out of the Central
Upping to the hills with my kinfolks
N**gaz gonna be bouncing down the Street zy
To this beat zy with the heat zy
Another deize y
With your dough money rose
Money rose on your dome
Moving on Chrome
And gold
N**ga I can't loose
Just I ooze up and down these tracks
Cause the booth has got me feeling
Like the rat pack
In the killing to the ceiling with my height
Off lights with no direction
From the rep like Comp town section
A fear from my complexion
A fear from my erection
So they put me in corrections
It's life in effect
The fact I'm trapped in my existence
But even from my thousand yard distance
I'm seeing right through you
With that mad dog glance
With that gangster's dance
So we can sag them pants
Come take a chance
Would you like to dance in the infra red drip like
And 100 spokes and don't make me loke
It's Hots to the Dolla baby
Ain't no joke
You plus my bank is poke
So I got to make a statement
I'm on my third strike
I'm rolling on the bike
I'm asking all you n**gaz
What that Comp town like
Before I gots to pull a fire for that N Y
N**gaz gonna be bouncing down the Street zy
To this beat zy
With the heat zy
Another deize y
With your dough money rose
Money rose on your dome
Moving on Chrome and gold
Man the Ese's rolling sh*t
I know what's up
I'm cold heading back streets
And ripping gangster cuts
Ohh yes
I floss daily
F**k our represent
And straight show
Keeps my Ds on a hot cement
And I'll tell your dealer Cali' ain't no joke
Cause that smog on the West Coast is Indo smoke
So don't slip for a second
And get played like a wh**e
Ohh
Don't make me bust in Pac sive mode
I enroll mad legal making mass appeal
And you can ask anybody if my clique pack steel
Cause no matter where I flow
Brothers pay the cost
And that's why they're gonna tell you
That I can't be toast
Man you didn't know my music
Didn't know my skin
But you can win
Listen to the the Mexicans
So don't talk about me
Cause I'll work you son
But the crazy thing about it
I won't be needing my guns
N**gaz gonna be bouncing down the Street zy
To this beat zy
With the heat zy
Another deize y
With your dough money rose
Money rose on your dome
Moving on Chrome
And gold
Busters can't even see the Ice
As I flex this
You couldn't afford the Benz
So you had to buy the Lexus
But how them pillars over fans
That I ride on the weekend
Lock me up
Watch my custom drive
Shaft vans square dumps in my trunk
Lick it once
Watch my front end fly
As I skate on by
On them five twenties money
Titanium Scrape Plate
Rock the a** like you blocked up
Show Nuff
I got the cute trunk
Hooked up with four pumps in the middle
Hit your corner looking like a d**n tricycle
Hit the pancake
Let the butter late on the drown
And get on out the ride and clown
With my homies on the corner
In South Central California
You couldn't get more real if you wanna
I'm gonna let you know that when I froze
Just don't trip on gauze
Front seat for my homies
Back seat for the wh**es
N**gaz gonna be bouncing down the Street zy
To this beat zy
With the heat zy
Another deize y
With your dough money rose
Money rose on your dome
Moving on Chrome
And gold
