Music video by WC performing The Streets. (C) 2002 The Island Def Jam Music Group
The Westside Connection checks in at the King Tower
G funk & West coast classics Mix.. Vol.1 | Mixed by JavisoulfunK.. ***Track list: 1. Dr. Dre Kurupt Nate Dogg Six Two - Xxplosive. 2. Tupac Ft. Dramacydal - Me against the world. 3. Snoop Dogg - Y´all gone miss me. 4. South Central Cartel - Hit the chaw. 5. Ice Cube - You know how we do it. 6. Warren G - This Dj. 7. Twinz - Round & Round. 8. Mr. X - Any ole sunday. 9. 2nd II none - Nuthin´ has changed. 10. Snoop Dogg - Aint No Fun Ft Warren G, Nate Dogg & Kurupt. 11. Kurupt - On, on site. 12. Daz Dillinger - In California. 13. Foesum - Lil' Somethin' Somethin'. 14. Big Syke - Good Timez. 15. Lil 1/2 Dead - Had to be a Hustla. 16. Snoop Dogg Ft. Daz Dillinger & Raphael Saadiq - Midnight Love. 17. Snoop Dogg Ft. Warren G, Nate Dogg & Mausberg - Don´t tell. 18. DMG & Daddy V - This is why we do. 19. L.O.L - Summer Breeze. 20. Dru Down- Freaks Come Out ft. Numskull, Yukmouth & Lun. 21. Dj Quik - Just lyke Compton. 22. Westside Connection - Do you like criminals. 23. Too $hort - Bad ways Ft. Stud, Murda One & Joe Riz. 24. B.I.B - Goin Crazy. 25. Havoc & Prodeje - Gonna getcha. 26. 5th Ward Juvenilz - G-groove. 27. Vontel - Hoes need love too. 28. Att Will - Just another day in Compton. *MyTwitter: https://twitter.com/SanFrancischool *MyMixcloud: https://www.mixcloud.com/JaviSoulFunk/
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TQ's official music video for 'Westside'. Click to listen to TQ on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/TQSpot?IQid=TQW As featured on They Never Saw Me Coming. Click to buy the track or album via iTunes: http://smarturl.it/TQSMCiTunes?IQid=TQW Google Play: http://smarturl.it/TQWPlay?IQid=TQW Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TQSMCAm?IQid=TQW More from TQ Better Days: https://youtu.be/UEWiLbzAfhI The Comeback: https://youtu.be/bL9yAGsTdCA Daily: https://youtu.be/o2V3gcn0Wvo More great Classic R&B videos here: http://smarturl.it/ClassicRNB?IQid=TQW Follow TQ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheRealTQ Twitter: https://twitter.com/tqthetrojan Subscribe to TQ on YouTube: http://smarturl.it/TQSub?IQid=TQW --------- Lyrics: To my peoples if you with me - where you at Throw your dubs in the air - and wave 'em like you just don't care From LA to the Bay - what you say - all day... everyday... any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Going on and on, it don't stop...won't stop... can't stop Either ride or die - that's why i put it down for the westside #TQ #Westside #Vevo #RandB #VevoOfficial #OfficialMusicVideo
West Coast Rap Released: Jul 02, 1996 ℗ Compilation 2002 Priority Records, LLC. All rights reserved. Unauthorized reproduction is a violation of applicable laws. Manufactured by Priority Records, LLC,) Biography N.W.A, the unapologetically violent and sexist pioneers of gangsta rap, are in many ways the most notorious group in the history of rap. Emerging in the late '80s, when Public Enemy had rewritten the rules of hardcore rap by proving that it could be intelligent, revolutionary, and socially aware, N.W.A capitalized on PE's sonic breakthroughs while ignoring their message. Instead, the five-piece crew celebrated the violence and hedonism of the criminal life, capturing it all in blunt, harsh language. Initially, the group's relentless attack appeared to be serious, vital commentary, and it even provoked the FBI to caution N.W.A's record company, but following Ice Cube's departure in late 1989, the group began to turn to self-parody. With his high-pitched whine, Eazy-E's urban nightmares now seemed like comic book fantasies, but ones that fulfilled the fantasies of the teenage white suburbanites who had become their core audience, and the group became more popular than ever. Nevertheless, clashing egos prevented the band from recording a third album, and they fell apart once producer Dr. Dre left for a solo career in 1992. Although the group was no longer active, their influence — from their funky, bass-driven beats to their exaggerated lyrics — was evident throughout the '90s.
Taking you back to '95!
Artist:Ice Cube feat. Mack 10 Title:What Can I Do (Remix) Album:Bootlegs & B-Sides Year:1994 Lyrics: [sampled announcer] In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures But in this country, society itself is failing [Ice Cube] Hellll yeah! Uhh.. Ta-dow! Uhh.. Ta-dow! Uhh.. Ta-dow! UHH! Ta-dow, how ya like me now I'm in the mix It's nineteen-eighty-six and I got the fix with the chicken and a quota, got the bakin soda Let the water boil, workers all loyal Dropped out the twelveth cause my wealth is shorter than a midget on his knees, now I slang ki's Infest my hood with crack, I'm the mack +It Take a Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back+ Too big for my britches, and I got bitches Now I'm hittin switches, niggaz want my riches Used to get 18, when my G was alive Now a ki' is 13-5 Eighty-nine's the number, another summer (Get down!) Police ain't get no dumber Streets dried up, used to think it would last But being a kingpin is a thing of the past They tried to blast me for slangin a boulder Now I got my ass in Minnesota Got my own crew, it's on brand new Damn, what can I do? Oooh Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Fool [Ice Cube] Already done stacked me half a meal ticket Bought a house next to Prince, now I can kick it Now I got ends, wavin to my friends Rollin in a Benz, goin to see the Twins play at the 'dome; police are tappin my mobile phone I'm almost home Gettin excited, indicted Spent a grip and a year tryin to fight it Lawyer got paid; plea, no contest cause everything I own, got repossessed Now take a look at the dust And I'm happy cause I only got 36 months I never picked up a book cause, my arms are 16 inches, nigga look (OOOH) Can't wait for ninety-two so I can get with my crew and see, what can I do Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? [Ice Cube] Fucked up in the pen, now it's ninety-fo' Back in L.A., and I'm bailin through the do' Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch So where the work at, and niggaz smirk at me sayin ain't nuttin poppin from here to the L.B. What you tell me? No it ain't crackin, everybody's jackin for a Coupe Since, they sent in the troops Even though I got muscle, that ain't my hustle Takin a nigga's shit in a tussle No skills, to pay the bills Talkin about education to battle inflation No college degree, just a dumb ass G (Yeah you fool..) Who me? I got a baby on the way, damn it's a mess Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes Took some advice from my Uncle Fester All dressed up in polyester Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you? [Mack 10] Yeah you can help me punk Give me all of the money, or I'm dumpin That's on my momma Ay homeboy, while you at it gimme large fries, a strawberry shake A Big Mac, cause this Mack 10 fo' life [Ice Cube] Can I roll wit you? What can I do? Now I'm on the run, with a gun and this fool I don't know, pedal to the flo' Swervin, servin all of the pigs Just because they tryin to split my wig I'm in custody, L.A.P.D. One more felony, strike number three Twenty-five to life in cell block two It's true, that's what I gotta do, oooh Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, what can I do? Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Wesssssyde! What can I do, what can I do? Ice Cube.. what can I do, what can I do? What can I do, oooh [sampled announcer] In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
Lyrics [Intro: Ice Cube] Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X] [Ice Cube] Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas (hahaha) Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my head Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark (Punk ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my ?? It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed A first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what) One Pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh) Niggas run out and get ya cookie [Westside] Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X] [W.C.] Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide) Nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga [whistle] True blue when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside Letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette [haha] As the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock When I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala [repeat 4X] [Mack 10] What's crackin Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a Double decker, marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yae So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man I make more deliveries than the postman My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an Now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex With my aces o-t on a regular basis We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a killa But Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X] The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) [repeat 8X] Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up I cant go here, I can't go there I feel institutionalized And i'm on the street