Westside Connection - Get Ignit lyrics

Security, yall might as well throw me out a this bitch right now
Get ignit, ge.. ge.. get ignit
Look, my garage is not a mirage
I got a car collage for my entourage
We like Dolomite when we stop at the light
Cause the rims keep spinnin' and the bitches keep grinnin'
And these niggas keep winnin', SO they must be sinnin'
Cause all they do is party with a whole lota women now,
My Grand-mamma even call me a dummy
An ignit little bastard how I'm spendin' my money I tell her,
That's why YOU AINT as fly as your grandson,
Handsome with a pocket full of ransom,
It ain't trickin' if you got, pull it out'cha pocket,
Baby drop it like a hydraulic
Shake it like your super-sonic
Make me psychotic when that booty look bionic
So if you see the crowd movin'
Nigga don't get scared it's just us PLAYERS, come on

(Ice Cube)
Just like you figured, I'm with my niggas,
And we all wit it, get ignit
To all the booty shakers, to all the money makers,
Fuck the undertakers, get ignit
Shake it all about ,turn the party out,
Pour Bacardi out, get ignit
If you full grown, and you tryin' to bone,
Fuck goin' home, get ignit

(Mack 10)
I keeps it way mean for the green, more muscle than a hawk,
And whether it's soft or hard I sells it all in bulk,
And it ain't no secret, we puts it down in front of ya,
With a D cartel from Cali to Columbia,
And I'm so hood with it, man it's hard to explain,
Accuse anybody my OG's is to blame,
And I'm so cold wit it it's like ice in my veins,
Knee deep it the game, I'll put a price on your brains,
See me, I can double up twice with dem thangs,
Put her on a plane, with em strapped tight to her frame fuck it,
Even move ‘em on a bus or the train
Mack dime the dopeman pushin' dust and the caine
When I bust through green yard, when I'm back I'm fat
Got that rubber band cabbage, ten thousand a stack,
I know them folks on me homie, got me under attack,
I'm still pullin' on a cuban with a big cup of yak come on


Off of the richter, gettin' ignit,
Who dat nigga drinkin' taj liquor, hittin' up the neighborhood watch members,
Zoned out, with the Kandy Brougham out,
Rag on my mirror, with the brains blown out,
Dub Cizzle, I'm in these streets, not industry,
And there ain't no remedy, for these penitentiary tendencies,
Bang loose with the strap cocked heat,
Seven figure nigga still bailin' through the swap meet,
Janky, I'm foldin' tha hankie , in the six double zero,
Smokin' weed eatin' chili cheese fritos
Pull an illegal rhyme and lace dimes'n leave you layed out
Fuck with Dub nigga I'll knock your french braids out,
Get it understood, I bang the hood,
No falsehood, it's all good
All mine I keep it all hood,
Gettin' it, pussy I'm hittin' it,
Drink until I'm belligerent,
Turn this up and watch Dub get ignit nigga

(Chorus: x2)

Get it understood, I bang the hood,
No falsehood, it's all good
All mine I keep it all hood
Get it understood, I bang the hood,
No falsehood, it's all good
All mine I keep it all hood