[Ice Cube]    If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty   Fuck your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney   Trigger fingers get itchy, when niggaz get bitchy   And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki   Pull your green in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm spiffy   If they lock me up today I'll be back in a jiffy   All my niggaz that's with me, all my bitches are picky   To ride around us right on time, bitch you know it's tricky   Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy   When we hittin' that whiskey, all my niggaz get pissy   Don't fuck with no sissy, all we bumpin' is missy   If you know where I am, motherfucker come get me   I'm a man not a Mickey, all my niggaz love hickies   that don't go away 'til you're well in your sixties   All I'm wearin' is Dickies, don't try to evict me   When we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open Nikki's      [Chorus - X2]    And y'all better get use to it   And y'all better get use to it   And y'all better get use to it   And y'all better get use to it      [W.C.]    Barracuda with it, call security   Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T with jewelry   Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back   In the club with your baby mama in my lap   Lookin' fly like I got a pocket full of stones   Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic cologne   Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick guap   What you niggaz thought, motherfucker this is Lench Mob   Dub make the trigger knock, talk shit   I'll put additional air condition holes in your Bentley top   And shorty got 'em gettin' low, I rich rolls   Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause they 24's   Still spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda   Bustin' more gun powder than gun towers   Down South, y'all can Screw it, it's the West, too truest   Keep the party jumpin' like do it fluid and never lose it      [Chorus - X2]    And y'all better get use to it   And y'all better get use to it   And y'all better get use to it   And y'all better get use to it      [The Game]    Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) Nigga you better know it   It's the Don Dadda Jr. slash motherfuckin' poet   Sit back and take notes while I spin like hundred spokes   My flow is razor sharp, I'm comin' straight for your throat   With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him when his chain hang   East Coast, Down South, niggaz do the same thang   Throw up your dubs like Wu-Tang, who bang   harder than that nigga bailin' through your hood with two chains   Swangin' like his nuts, 'cause he don't give a fuck   Bout no nigga that ain't bangin' in no khakis or some Chuck's   It's that Westside, Connect'd with that   nigga who flow so wreckless   He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I'll bet this   motherfuckin' Coast ain't got shit after me   Ain't have shit before Cube except a W.C.   The Maad Circle is back, with mad purple in fact   I'm bout to join the Lench Mob, that's me   squirtin' the mac, motherfuckers      [Chorus - X2]    And y'all better get use to it   And y'all better get use to it   And y'all better get use to it   And y'all better get use to it