Westside Connection Call 911 (Produced By Dr.Dre) Lyrics

(chorus - Ice Cube)
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered With anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, cuz they keep it gangsta

(Verse 1 - Ice Cube)
Just face it, I blaze s___
Yo s___ is basic, my s___ is matrix
Make you erase s___
n____z won't say s___, but DJs you ain't s___
Cuz you don't play s___, unless it's that gay s___
I'm straight off the slave ship, my style is ancient
I'm rich and I'm famous, I'm on, I'm dangerous
I came wit that language, it's mad, it's brainless
You study at Cambridge, I'm f___in' yo main b____
Plus my ebonics is full, of gin and tonic, erotic
Yeah you got it, hypnotic, plus I got it, brrr
After nine eleven n____z got patriotic
On nine twelve I'm like f___ it n____ blaze the chronic

(Hook - Ice Cube)
Call nine eleven, then call your reverand
Then call heaven, here I come lord
Live by the gun, die by the gun
A eye for an eye when you live and die by this war

(Verse 2 - Mack 10)
Yeah, now it's the mornin' after the night I just rolled
9-1-1 ain't a area code it's a gangsta mode
And I'm still in amazement on how I put it down
Emptied round after round rat-tat-tat was the sound
Now understand the situation, it was urgent
We, handeled this emergency urgently
I can't just have no n____ out there just workin' me, jerkin' me
Talkin' all kind of s___, dishin dirt on me, s___
He was a local n____ sheisty and didn't wanna pay up
So I got dressed in all black and loaded the K up
And all I could think about is revenge as I lit the J up
And even though it was late night, I still f___ed his whole day up
It was child's play, the youngster took me for a joke
Not knowin' Mack a maniac and I love the gun smoke
Make sparks in my barrel, s___ flew through his apparel
Stupid m_________er lost his life over dinero

(Hook - Ice Cube)
Call nine eleven, then call your reverand
Then call heaven, here I come lord
Live by the gun, die by the gun
A eye for an eye when you live and die by this war

(Verse 3 - WC)
It ain't safe no f___in' mo'
I swear on everything I love, my hood, my momma, my soul
This m_________in' Dub, is hall of bang n____, I claim n____
Like PCP to the brain, it's like kel runnin my fame n____
White lightnin' I'm sippin', snickerin', slippin' the crip
And like a fiend, I tremble, shiver and them blow your doam to smitherens
Act up, no actor, starch crease ragger
d___ harder than v_____, Dub push your ick backwards
Connect alumni, but the gun high
Bloods and crips and when we touch down we turn n____z hoods 'til the guy
says grip
Squeeze lead, to the y'all dead, cuz I'm f___ed up in the can and I
f___ a b____ over whether she can blew or all red
The industry most hated, n____ get at us, we ready, Dub, Mack and Cube
Like Saddam, Bin Laden and no jag in the Chevy
Back again, momma there go that man again
Grab the gun, them n____z on one
Call 9-1-1