West Coast Voodoo
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[Ice Cube]
My ego, is big as Heathrow
Yup this a lethal, easy as a free throw
Yes this negro, is rather lethal
You about as lethal, as a mojito
Be my amigo, eat my burrito
You a fuckin' seagull, up in Francisco
I'm up in a Regal, still in my pea coat
Murder's what she wrote, this is mo' evil
This is less than zero, don't be a hero
Nigga I'm a pharaoh, with double barrels
Goose bumps, hair rose, when I shoot these arrows
at your Camaro, pullin down Melrose
Still down with Elkos{?} 'til the fuckin' cell close
Nigga don't test me, you're gonna fail those
They should arrest me, blow like Dizzy Gillespie
I don't aim where yo' vest be (bang)

[W.C.]
I'm too hot, to stop, walkin' up with two Glocks
Way more than two shots, that'll make your roof drop
House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped, by this old school new shot
G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox
Dippin' rollin' through blocks, dippin' while the crew pops
Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks
Play my shit a lot of deejays they do not
Cause me and bitch niggaz don't mix like two cocks
Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots
Have your skull on the news lookin' like goulash
When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish
Eat yo' ass up like a pack of barracudas
Put the barrel to ya, like we never knew ya
Send the metal through ya, Da Lench Mob shooters

[Maylay]
I know vatos and they get popped most
Niggaz that flip mo' chicken than Bosco's
Squattin' down the block low, hop in that hot fo'
And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes
Squabble with the combos, Maylay got those
Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's
They be poppin' bottles, we knockin hollows
Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed
Talkin' pronto, somethin' like a lotto
Chips and cheese fuck meat, nigga these nachos
Speakin' on guap' though, cause that's a combo
Keep my green on the side like it was cilantro
Comin' with the honchos, that's in a stock Rolls
And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel
It won't stop flow oh I'm not though
Lench Mob, big swanger, don't bang is the motto

[Chorus 4X: all]
Motherfuckers tell me, I'm too West coast
They act like they scared of me, I'm too West coast

The Grand Wizard
Ice Cube
[laughing]
(I am the West, Cube!)
(Got another one)
(I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom)




(They need to drink some of this Kool-Aid)
(Drink the Kool-Aid bitch!)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song “West Coast Voodoo” by WC and Ice Cube speak about the strength and power of the West Coast gangster lifestyle. The rappers use their verses to boast about their abilities, warning others not to test them, and emphasizing their superiority over others. The song has a hard-hitting beat with lot of bass, and both rappers deliver their lyrics with a tough, uncompromising flow.


In the verses, Ice Cube makes it clear that he is not one to be trifled with. His ego is as big as a major airport, and he likens his ability to take out enemies to shooting a free throw. He is not impressed by those who would challenge him and warns them not to try. Similarly, WC talks about his strength and skill, boasting about his two guns and his ability to take down his enemies. Both rappers use their verses to affirm their dominance over others, not to be messed with, and to uphold the reputation of the West Coast gangster lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

My ego, is big as Heathrow
My ego is massively inflated, comparable to the magnitude of London's biggest airport.


Yup this a lethal, easy as a free throw
Yes, this is dangerous, but as effortlessly achievable as scoring a basket without a defender.


Yes this negro, is rather lethal
Indeed, I, a black man, am highly dangerous.


You about as lethal, as a mojito
You are nearly harmless, akin to a mojito cocktail.


Be my amigo, eat my burrito
Call me a friend and partake in my delicious Mexican dish.


You a fuckin' seagull, up in Francisco
You are as annoying as a seagull in the city of San Francisco.


I'm up in a Regal, still in my pea coat
I'm cruising in a Buick Regal, still wearing my stylish pea coat.


Murder's what she wrote, this is mo' evil
Killing is what the author wrote, this is far more wicked.


This is less than zero, don't be a hero
This situation is below average, do not be a hero in it.


Nigga I'm a pharaoh, with double barrels
I am like an Egyptian pharaoh, with two guns by my side.


Goose bumps, hair rose, when I shoot these arrows
The act of me firing my bullets produces fear and excitement in my body.


at your Camaro, pullin down Melrose
I am shooting at your Chevrolet Camaro while driving on the famous street in Los Angeles.


Still down with Elkos{?} 'til the fuckin' cell close
I will remain loyal to my friends from Elko, a place where a prison cell might be the only way to end our association.


Nigga don't test me, you're gonna fail those
Do not challenge me, you will not succeed in that test.


They should arrest me, blow like Dizzy Gillespie
My behavior is so outrageous that I should be arrested, and my explosion of anger resembles the playing of Dizzy Gillespie's trumpet.


I don't aim where yo' vest be (bang)
I do not aim for where you are wearing body armor before pulling the trigger.


I'm too hot, to stop, walkin' up with two Glocks
I'm too dangerous, unstoppable, walking towards you with two pistols.


Way more than two shots, that'll make your roof drop
I will fire more than two bullets at you, which will cause destruction and chaos to the point of even causing a roof to collapse.


Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
If you insult me, expect a punch in the face, and your woman to be seduced away from you.


Whole crew popped, by this old school new shot
My old-school style of shooting will take out your entire gang with a new technique.


G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox
My gangster associates still store my marijuana in a simple shoebox.


Dippin' rollin' through blocks, dippin' while the crew pops
We're driving through the neighborhood, dipping and rolling in our car while my gang associates are shooting randomly.


Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks
I am casually wearing shorts and tube socks while enjoying a meal of fried chicken.


Play my shit a lot of deejays they do not
Many DJs refuse to play my music on the radio.


Cause me and bitch niggaz don't mix like two cocks
Because I don't get along with weak men who are like chickens.


Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots
Who is packing small guns that will shoot bullets with pinpoint accuracy?


Have your skull on the news lookin' like goulash
You will be killed and your shattered skull will make the national news, appearing similar to a stew made of meat and vegetables.


When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish
Do not disregard us as foolish when people ask who the top gangsters are.


Eat yo' ass up like a pack of barracudas
We will consume you with the aggressive force of a school of barracuda fish.


Put the barrel to ya, like we never knew ya
We will hold our guns to your body as if you were a stranger to us.


Send the metal through ya, Da Lench Mob shooters
We will shoot the bullets through your body, carried out by the ruthless gang of Da Lench Mob.


I know vatos and they get popped most
I am familiar with Mexican people and they are often victims of gun violence.


Niggaz that flip mo' chicken than Bosco's
Criminal black people who deal drugs make more money than the fast-food chain, Bosco's, selling fried chicken.


Squattin' down the block low, hop in that hot fo'
We are crouching low while sneaking down the street, getting into our stolen hot car.


And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes
I can easily identify Polish people when they are not wearing a police uniform.


Squabble with the combos, Maylay got those
We will fight in close range combat with improvised weapons, and I have a talent for that type of fighting.


Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's
We have a vast amount of drugs, stacked in containers as if they were purchased in bulk from the store, Costco.


They be poppin' bottles, we knockin hollows
Others waste their money on expensive champagne while we invest in guns and bullets.


Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed
I guarantee that tomorrow I will have ownership of this particular location (most likely due to obtaining illegal money or drugs).


Talkin' pronto, somethin' like a lotto
I speak seriously and urgently, as if it's a matter of life or death, while others speak as if they are making scratch-off lottery ticket purchases.


Chips and cheese fuck meat, nigga these nachos
I prefer a snack of tortilla chips and melted cheese rather than eating meat, like these nachos.


Speakin' on guap' though, cause that's a combo
However, I am still discussing and prioritizing making money because that is my expertise.


Keep my green on the side like it was cilantro
I manage the distribution of marijuana separately, similar to how cilantro is usually served on the side of a dish.


Comin' with the honchos, that's in a stock Rolls
We are arriving with the powerful leaders, who possess a Rolls Royce luxury car.


And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel
Every word they speak is viewed as absolute truth and is obeyed like religious doctrine.


It won't stop flow oh I'm not though
This flow of words will continue without interruption, but I will not cease to be myself.


Motherfuckers tell me, I'm too West coast
People frequently tell me that I am too stereotypical of the West Coast, in terms of my personality and behavior.


They act like they scared of me, I'm too West coast
People pretend to be afraid of me because I embody the stereotypical traits of the West Coast lifestyle.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHRISTOPHER J. BELLARD, DE JON LAMONT UNDERDUE, O'SHEA JACKSON, TEAK ALGER UNDERDUE, WILLIAM L. CALHOUN

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