Artist: DJ Crazy Toones f/ Ice Cube, W.C. and the Maad Circle Album: CT Experience Mixtape Song: G Shit Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org (*Sound of Helicopter Propeller Turning*) [Intro: DJ Crazy Toones] Punk! DJ Crazy Toones in this motherfucker Finna bust your niggaz heads [Verse One: W.C.] Yo, we're back niggaz, Fuck giving Dap to niggaz Westside 'til I die, what's happening niggaz? It's that Rich Rolling, loc'd out, Big green, smoking on Crip Walking, surplus post the shout Hitting a sip and then perking on this liquor, working them triggers And when my album dropped, it's curtains for you niggaz I got a cult following, I'm dangerous My fans look like a gang of deaf niggaz throwing up sign language I'm the Dub, with the A to the K, I am I would've killed you niggaz last album but the trigger jammed (*Gun Cocked*) So I shook Def Jam and hit the switch man Now it's Anybody Killer; if it ain't Lench Mob or Big Swang Fuck! niggaz, Fuck! bitches, Fuck! all the hype (Hype hype, Fuck! them) Fuck! you, you ain't tight your A&R's a lie (BITCH!) Fuck! radio and videos and Fuck! a label I walk in your mixer meeting, piss on the table (*Laughter*) Wrecking tours, take a Cheque, on who they're checking for us Stepping out the Cadillac with suicide doors So let the liquor pour, mother fuck a metal floor (..DJ Crazy Toones!) I'm trying to put my Chucks down on the pedal of the '64 Check skrilla, check figures, stay checking niggaz Lot of cowards try, but they can't get with us It's the Tech gripper, vest splitter, claim the west nigga Catch you in the bathroom and take that chain off your chest nigga Ain't nothing changed Loc, I'm coming to you niggaz Still down to catch a fame with any one of you niggaz So after this; I'm done with you niggaz And since most of y'all can't take a ass whooping I'm gunning you niggaz And rapping's running L.A.'s streets I'm getting twenty thousand a show to skip across stage on my feet In presidential suites, getting licked to my feet Leaving nut stains and Golden Bird chicken grease on the sheets Niggaz mad cause I'm maneuvering past in a new Jag Windows down yelling; Fuck! you fags (Fuck! you) Leaning on that new leather like shoe tags Cause me and money go together like pockets and blue rags (Nigga) Like tricks and whores, like rain and storms Like guns and drugs, Kirk Franklin and porns Like dicks and pussies, like weed and zags Johnny Gill and Eddie Murphy, like police and fags When we come through; look at how they all frown Me and Cube walk through; we shut the Fox Hills Mall down Niggaz want to get me, cause their bitch came with them in their Hemi But left with us in that Bentley But what do you expect? - she was curious, the diamonds are so serious Make her wants our CT Experience Slingshot, chest up, heads of the best is us Whores down motherfucker, West up! [Break: sample of Public Enemy 'Rebel Without a Pause'] [Chuck D] Bring that beat back, man [Flavor.] Bring that beat back [Chuck D] Bring the beat back [Flavor ] Y'all want to hear that beat, right? [Chuck D] Bring that beat back! [Unknown] Please stand up! [DJ Crazy Toones] I'm standing the fuck up nigga! Real mixtape DJs, Who am I? [Ice Cube] Crazy Toones nigga! [DJ Crazy] Right, Who is you? [Ice Cube] Ice Cube, nigga! [DJ Crazy] What you got, loc? [Ice Cube] The Pyroclastic Flow [DJ Crazy] It's The CT Experience! [Hook: Ice Cube] Gangsters shit up in this, you know how we get down West Coast nigga, with the trademark frown Come through the spot, with nothing on the waist Cause niggaz all around me down to catch a case [DJ Crazy Toones scratching quotes below] Ma-ma-ma-many people listen to... Ice Cube To find out what time it is I'm-I'm-I'm running, I'm-I'm-I'm running.. Los-Los-Los Angeles, Los Angeles [Verse Two: Ice Cube] I was raised by the Gs, under palm trees Dealt with the dealers, adopted by the killers Got a Ford for a car, plus a double R (Crazy Toones nigga) Rappers get my autograph, bitch you can do the math I want that beat fool, I'm down with C Toones We from the G School, you niggaz see through R&B ass niggaz, rapping with your shirt off Leave them face down in the street when I skirt off Niggaz in the hood look, they call me Rupert Murdoch Sly as a fox, thick as an ox nigga I'm so sick; when I come through the block Never sold a bird but niggaz call me Chicken Pox (It's a motherfucking CT Experience..) Understand that, understand this We infamous up in this, who you're fucking with? Break your wrist, take your shit, then we take a trip And when they find you, mistake you for a naked bitch Gangster shit up in this, you know how we get down West Coast nigga, with the trademark frown Come through the spot, with nothing on the waist Cause niggaz all around me down to catch a case Gangster shit up in this, you know how we get down West Coast nigga, with the trademark frown Come through the spot, with nothing on the waist Cause niggaz all around me down to catch a case [Granny] God Damn! [Toones] I'm serving all you bitch ass niggaz [Unkown] That's right, me and you gon' get hurt if you keep on messing around! [Granny] God Damn! [Toones] Use your turntables niggaz [sample] Yeah, shit, this is dedicated to all you biters out there Y'all better watch y'all's ass! Where you from? [DJ Crazy Toones] I'm from South Central Los Angeles, we influenced the world nigga!