Ice Cube Snoop Dogg Enter The West ft Method Man Redman 2026

You have any idea what you just did? Huh? Yeah, turn it down over all in the headphones Yo, we go one for the money, two for the show Three for Brick City, four for Bam Bro This the countdown, bang the underground Bang a hundred rounds, nigga you want it down I can't believe they giving air for these cats to breathe But I'm a dog and I slip between I glow like the sun, but I run in the night Dock up and you quit like the front of your Nikes Red man, I make my 9-2-9, can-can And if you can't stand the pressure, slam dance Def Jam lost they soul, they forgot how to build a artist So I gotta show them, killer house You let the real gorilla out The pit boss of the game is how I feel him out Your philosophy is wrong, it's to the left So give me 50 G's, let me write you a song So Maurice Gizzard took a day to get you down It's bad news, now they're in a bad mood, damn Earth is sour and it's sweet, little dudes And they won't find the power till they're through Now eat em up Shut up and eat em up This beat go hard, I gotta beat it up It's like I'm young, I gotta heat it up And when the candy goes wrong, gotta eat em up Why you let these motherfucking clones on my throne? Bitch get up, daddy's home, let it be known All through these inner streets, where niggas ride Eye to eye in ******* traffic, where we collide All I know up in this world is to survive Take us money, take us girl, and take us ride But I don't wanna, all I wanna do is bend the corner Through the avenues without running up against the U's Momma get the bad news Cousins already begging for my tennis sheet Nigga, nigga, take a tote What you call a joint is a roach Claustrophobic and coach, first class for that ass Me and Dazz is like the Megalax You got to have it, how long will your chatter last? Up in Sam Goody, put your tagline in your hoodie If you don't rap America's most Use a bookie, I got five on there These kids are rude to the day that they cheat Damn, that's bad news, now they're in a bad mood Damn, first they're sour, then they're sweet little dudes And they don't earn the power till they're fooled Now eat em up Shut up and eat em up This beat go hard, I gotta beat it up It's like a flame, a flame, a flame I gotta heat it up And when the candy goes wrong, gotta eat em up Back out the class, if soap isn't fanny packs This ain't a candy rap, this is where the candy attacks See when they're lost, that's when insanity snaps They break laws, not jawbreakers, but break jaws In fact, real heavy like a monkey on your back Got some thumbtacks, playin' pin the donkey with the cat But bump that, plant a firecracker where you dump at Right beside the shower where you keep the pump at Oh no, they creepin' like some ninjas in the dojo They knock the little man off, the horsey on your polos for sure Crushin' all your dreams, cut the strings in your yo-yo Trade your Lamborghini for a Volvo Till now I bet you thought this was a promo, but no, no This is Boba Fett meets Han Solo Kids gone loco, until you sink your teeth in You know the motto, if life's a treat, then you're eatin' These kids are food till the day that they chew them That's bad news, now they're in a bad mood, damn First they're sour, then they're sweet little dudes And they want all the power to their food Now eat em up Shut up and eat em up This beat go hard, I gotta beat it up It's like a flame, a flame, a flame I gotta heat it up And when the candy goes raw, gotta eat em up Yeah, this is the sign of the times One of a kind, and this might blow your mind This ain't no TV show Bow wow, yippy yo, standin' on your tippy toes Nigga, here we, here we go Yeah, Crenshaw, Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard Left on burnin' by my auntie's front yard No disrespect or disregard Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Crip Corps Dip hard, Rick hard, use the Glock lock You turn on the wrong street and you will get got Rules of the city like B-5-4 Crip slow in a cold motherfuckin' 5-0 These kids are rude to the day that they chewed down That's bad news now they're in a bad mood, damn First they're sour, then they're sweet little dudes And they want all the power to their food Now eat em up Shut up and eat em up This beat go hard, I gotta beat it up It's like a flame, a flame, a flame I gotta heat it up And when the candy goes raw, gotta eat em up