Bow Down Songtext
von WC

(Now I got to show you how the West Coast rocks)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Now I got to show you how the West Coast rocks)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Now I got to show you how the West Coast rocks)

The world is mine, need to get back
Don′t mess with my stack, the gauge is right
About to drop the bomb, I'm the West Coast don
Big fish in a small pond
Now the feds tryna throw they book at the crook
But I shook, they worm and they hook
Yuppies hold they breathe, they wanna miss me when I′m tipsy
Running everything west of the Mississippi


It's the unseen, pulling strings with my pinky ring
We got your woman, pucker up, 'fore we buck her up
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got 25 killers running up on y′all
For the cheese, we want them keys, everybody freeze
On your knees, butt naked please
Before any of you guppies get hard
Nia, rewind my part fool, and

(Bow down) when you come to my town
(Bow down) when I′m west with bands
(Bow down) 'cause I ain′t a hater like you
Bow down to a killer that's greater than you

I take ten steps and I draw
Now who′s dissin' the big bad Inglewood addition?
I bust like a pimple, my mind is ill mental
The Westside Connects with me and South Central
And a drag from the Zig Zag can′t puff with the Phillys
Holding down the wild west like a kid they call Billy
Once again it's Mack 10, the gold crowned holda
Strong as a Coca-Cola with a chrome pistola


Now who wanna fuss so I can bust when I cuss
My look bring you fear with gear from the surplus
Since a teen, I chased the green, the cracks-scene keen
Lolos, Corniches, and baguettes on my feces (ugh)
So recognize these real G's, chase the cheese
The Westside Connect, keep it rollin′ like gold D′s
Three-wheeling and dealing, it's like the California style
But in the meanwhile, in my town, you got to bow

(Bow down) when you come to my town
(Bow down) when I′m west with bands
(Bow down) because I ain't a hater like you
Bow down to a killer that′s greater than you

Well, it's that, Chuck-wearing, still sporting the beanie
The shadiest one in the clique, who want to see me?
As I slide my Locs on, let my khakis hang
Westside Connect gang, Connect gang, bing-bing bang (Westside!)
Run away, run away, or get your punk ass slayed
By this H double O to the D to the S.T.A. (ahh!)
Ain′t no hiding it, I'm gang-related, simple and plain
Which means I could careless about you cowards in this rap game (ugh!)

Flashy fools get stuck up (ugh), beat up (ugh!)
When you come around, keep your chain tucked from this
Zero-zero-apostrophe S affiliate
Kill a studio lyricist, I'm real with this (yes!)
Talk the talk, walk the walk, diss me on wax?
I′m trying to saw your whole neck off, nia
I′m platinum bound, so trick, shut up
Punk, all y'all could kiss my Converse like Sho Nuff

(Bow down) when I come to your town
(Bow down) when I′m west with bands
(Bow down) 'cause I ain′t a hater like you
Bow down to a killer that's greater than you

(Bow down) when you come to our town
(Bow down) when we west with bands
(Bow down) ′cause we ain't no haters like you
Bow down to some killers that's greater than you