All The Critics In New York

All The Critics In New York Lyrics

Song All The Critics In New York
Artist Westside Connection
Album The Best of Westside Connection
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作词 : Binky, Ice Cube, Mack Ten ...
All The Critics In New York
Westside Connection
The Best Of Westside Connection
"All The Critics In New York"
Westside Connection(mark 10,MC&Ice Cube)
Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!
Back in the day, we used to respect y'all niggas
We used to be down with y'all niggas
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Y'all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside nigga (Keeping it real)
Yeah! (Keeping it real)
WESTSIIIIIDE!
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (INGLEWOOOOD!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (South Central)
Long Island in the house?!? (Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!? (Waddup)
Staten Island in the house?!? (Woop woop)
The West Coast is in the house sayin
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
Who wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the NFC
I'm going thorough thru your borough
Wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl, gangstas rule the world
On the west, nevertheless, W-S
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress
You couldn't have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy
These buster ass critics from the N-Y-C
Don't they know that I be from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas, sportin colored bandanas
It's the Mister hoodsta, cap peeler
Dusty ass New York critic killer
Dumping and pumping the motherfuckin lead in their chest
Because ain't none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
Fuck U-N-I-T-Y, I'm coast trippin
Saggin as a Pelle, smashin tape recorders
This is 187 on a New York reporter
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
Tryin to get an East hip-hop monopoly
But I've been writing gangsta shit since '83
When y'all was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers
And blame it on these West Coast seven-figure niggas
Just because we made it real niggas got to deal
I hope blood ain't got to spill, I kill
It's like the battle of the sexes
You wanna treat us like bitches cos we're platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a mill-ion from California to Japan, bitch
Went overseas, seen D's how we done it
88's to 100's to let me know who really run it
This West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin, or we jackin
Packin nina's and sellin out arenas, niggas
You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs
And roll these niggas up, I got to beat em
When I see me, T-Roller cut off his scrotum
Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles
I'm mashin and blastin so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a fuckin hip-hop classic
I'm banning you niggas from the scene
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
We the best my niggas don't stress
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
And your articles tryin to rate my LP
Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin we ain't real because we make snaps
Sellin 6-fo's to the dab, what you lookin at?
With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, nigga
I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck your magazines
Hey hey hey, what's happenin round tre?
It's still M-Y critic K on mines all motherfuckin day
It's a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossin
Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna regret, fuckin with my set
I be a 24-year street Westside Connect vet
You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us
AIIIIYO!!! Nigga fuck that shit
I gotta, kill it kill it, fuck a New York critic
He write about how I lived it, did it, plus I'm still with it
Puttin it down on all these DJs, hate, fakin and flakin
Never once played my record on their radio station
No love for a New York critic or disc jock
Matter of fact I'm blamin all y'all for fuckin up hip-hop
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (And it don't stop)
Long Island in the house?!? (YEAH! YEAH! Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!?
Staten Island in the house?!? (Say what say what??)
The West Coast is in the house sayin (Yeah)
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
Why talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
WESTSIDE NIGGA!!!
zuo ci : Binky, Ice Cube, Mack Ten ...
All The Critics In New York
Westside Connection
The Best Of Westside Connection
" All The Critics In New York"
Westside Connection mark 10, MC Ice Cube
Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!
Back in the day, we used to respect y' all niggas
We used to be down with y' all niggas
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Y' all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside nigga Keeping it real
Yeah! Keeping it real
WESTSIIIIIDE!
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? Check it out
What about Queens in the house?!? INGLEWOOOOD!!!
Manhattan in the house?!? South Central
Long Island in the house?!? Check it out
Is the Bronx in the house?!? Waddup
Staten Island in the house?!? Woop woop
The West Coast is in the house sayin
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
Fuck all the critics in the NYC
Who wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the NFC
I' m going thorough thru your borough
Wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl, gangstas rule the world
On the west, nevertheless, WS
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress
You couldn' t have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy
These buster ass critics from the NYC
Don' t they know that I be from the ING
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas, sportin colored bandanas
It' s the Mister hoodsta, cap peeler
Dusty ass New York critic killer
Dumping and pumping the motherfuckin lead in their chest
Because ain' t none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West
So now it' s on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
Fuck UNITY, I' m coast trippin
Saggin as a Pelle, smashin tape recorders
This is 187 on a New York reporter
" New York, New York"
" New York, New York"
" New York, New York"
" New York, New York"
Fuck all the critics in the NYC
Tryin to get an East hiphop monopoly
But I' ve been writing gangsta shit since ' 83
When y' all was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers
And blame it on these West Coast sevenfigure niggas
Just because we made it real niggas got to deal
I hope blood ain' t got to spill, I kill
It' s like the battle of the sexes
You wanna treat us like bitches cos we' re platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a million from California to Japan, bitch
Went overseas, seen D' s how we done it
88' s to 100' s to let me know who really run it
This West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin, or we jackin
Packin nina' s and sellin out arenas, niggas
You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs
And roll these niggas up, I got to beat em
When I see me, TRoller cut off his scrotum
Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles
I' m mashin and blastin so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a fuckin hiphop classic
I' m banning you niggas from the scene
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
We the best my niggas don' t stress
Fuck all the critics in the NYC
And your articles tryin to rate my LP
Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin we ain' t real because we make snaps
Sellin 6fo' s to the dab, what you lookin at?
With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, nigga
I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck your magazines
Hey hey hey, what' s happenin round tre?
It' s still MY critic K on mines all motherfuckin day
It' s a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossin
Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna regret, fuckin with my set
I be a 24year street Westside Connect vet
You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us
AIIIIYO!!! Nigga fuck that shit
I gotta, kill it kill it, fuck a New York critic
He write about how I lived it, did it, plus I' m still with it
Puttin it down on all these DJs, hate, fakin and flakin
Never once played my record on their radio station
No love for a New York critic or disc jock
Matter of fact I' m blamin all y' all for fuckin up hiphop
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? Check it out
What about Queens in the house?!? WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!
Manhattan in the house?!? And it don' t stop
Long Island in the house?!? YEAH! YEAH! Check it out
Is the Bronx in the house?!?
Staten Island in the house?!? Say what say what??
The West Coast is in the house sayin Yeah
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
Why talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
WESTSIDE NIGGA!!!
zuò cí : Binky, Ice Cube, Mack Ten ...
All The Critics In New York
Westside Connection
The Best Of Westside Connection
" All The Critics In New York"
Westside Connection mark 10, MC Ice Cube
Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!
Back in the day, we used to respect y' all niggas
We used to be down with y' all niggas
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Y' all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside nigga Keeping it real
Yeah! Keeping it real
WESTSIIIIIDE!
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? Check it out
What about Queens in the house?!? INGLEWOOOOD!!!
Manhattan in the house?!? South Central
Long Island in the house?!? Check it out
Is the Bronx in the house?!? Waddup
Staten Island in the house?!? Woop woop
The West Coast is in the house sayin
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
Fuck all the critics in the NYC
Who wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the NFC
I' m going thorough thru your borough
Wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl, gangstas rule the world
On the west, nevertheless, WS
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress
You couldn' t have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy
These buster ass critics from the NYC
Don' t they know that I be from the ING
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas, sportin colored bandanas
It' s the Mister hoodsta, cap peeler
Dusty ass New York critic killer
Dumping and pumping the motherfuckin lead in their chest
Because ain' t none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West
So now it' s on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
Fuck UNITY, I' m coast trippin
Saggin as a Pelle, smashin tape recorders
This is 187 on a New York reporter
" New York, New York"
" New York, New York"
" New York, New York"
" New York, New York"
Fuck all the critics in the NYC
Tryin to get an East hiphop monopoly
But I' ve been writing gangsta shit since ' 83
When y' all was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers
And blame it on these West Coast sevenfigure niggas
Just because we made it real niggas got to deal
I hope blood ain' t got to spill, I kill
It' s like the battle of the sexes
You wanna treat us like bitches cos we' re platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a million from California to Japan, bitch
Went overseas, seen D' s how we done it
88' s to 100' s to let me know who really run it
This West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin, or we jackin
Packin nina' s and sellin out arenas, niggas
You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs
And roll these niggas up, I got to beat em
When I see me, TRoller cut off his scrotum
Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles
I' m mashin and blastin so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a fuckin hiphop classic
I' m banning you niggas from the scene
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
We the best my niggas don' t stress
Fuck all the critics in the NYC
And your articles tryin to rate my LP
Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin we ain' t real because we make snaps
Sellin 6fo' s to the dab, what you lookin at?
With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, nigga
I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck your magazines
Hey hey hey, what' s happenin round tre?
It' s still MY critic K on mines all motherfuckin day
It' s a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossin
Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna regret, fuckin with my set
I be a 24year street Westside Connect vet
You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us
AIIIIYO!!! Nigga fuck that shit
I gotta, kill it kill it, fuck a New York critic
He write about how I lived it, did it, plus I' m still with it
Puttin it down on all these DJs, hate, fakin and flakin
Never once played my record on their radio station
No love for a New York critic or disc jock
Matter of fact I' m blamin all y' all for fuckin up hiphop
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? Check it out
What about Queens in the house?!? WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!
Manhattan in the house?!? And it don' t stop
Long Island in the house?!? YEAH! YEAH! Check it out
Is the Bronx in the house?!?
Staten Island in the house?!? Say what say what??
The West Coast is in the house sayin Yeah
Why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
Why talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
WESTSIDE NIGGA!!!
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