(Let's go, fuck wit me)
Weezy, we nigga, let's go, oh, oh, oh, oh, do it, do it
HB's nigga, we run tha streets nigga, let's go
(Oh, oh)
We run tha streets nigga, Weezy, we my nigga
(Oh, oh, uh, ha, oh, oh, oh)
HB's dawg, let's go, let's go
(Oh, oh, uh, ha, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
What you know, nigga? What you know about tha streets?
(Oh, oh)
Nigga, what you know, huh? What you know? Look, look,
listen
I'm like a dry rubber wit tight pussy, ya can't fuck
wit me
An if ya try, I'm bustin' get it, I'm bustin'
You niggas don't amount to nothin' and me, I'm top
notch, boy
Any problems I cock, glock sparks and knock out hearts
You see tha ice twink we I talk, ya blink and ya dead
I'll let a hollow tip sink in ya head, so think it over
'Fore they find ya ass hangin' over a bridge and shit
While I'm out drinkin' wit tha squad like I ain't did
tha shit
I really hope ya click come back for revenge and shit
I'll make bullets drop on ya block like pidgeon shit
A nigga duct tape ya [unverified] don't get me pissed
Put hollow tips in clips like chips in dip
Bitch, nigga here could flip tha script, ya not built
for dat
Ya not soldiers, ya get killed for dat
I'll cock and pop one in you cattle, push your filta
back
An' niggas respect tha shots, make 'em tilt your hat
(What you?)
You don't want no trouble, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
An' you don't want no beef, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
You don't wanna hustle nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
An' you don't want no drama, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
My name still B.G., we it's said it rang a bell
In rich neighborhoods, middle class hoods and jails
I'm a street nigga, sold ounces of crack cocaine
If I spit it, I did it, before I got in this rap game
One of my hobbies is beef, do that for pleasure
It's nothin' to bust a head, put a few wholes in ya
sweater
Never get in a situation wit me involvin' guns
Never able to sleep always on tha run
One way or another you gonna come
Outta isolation, if it mean killin' ya
You thinkin' 'cause I'm rappin' and be on television
That I won't soften ya head and come split it
Close range is fake, bustin' from a distance
Tha shit I'm talkin' my nigga, I'm still livin'
If any nigga want it, can get it wit no problem
All these niggas playin' but me, I come to stop it
You don't want no trouble, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
An' you don't want no beef, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
You don't wanna hustle nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
An' you don't want no drama, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
I don't play nigga, better watch what ya say, nigga
'Cause I fuck up ya day, nigga
Wit this K nigga, I gets very low down
Give a fuck about a nigga, hit 'em wit fifty rounds
I'm from uptown, young and thuggin' since I was small
Grew up around killas, hung wit tha big dawgs
Nigga we play it raw as it go, were I stay
Run ya mouth too much, get found in a hall way
Wit a head shot, look that's how niggas get it
Keep it on a tuck, nobody know who did it
No evidence, no witness, you just assed out
Busta ass nigga, you just assed out
Fuckin' wit a guerilla, ah untamed one at that
You leave ya house in ya want, I bet ya won't make it
back
You could believe that, look betta get it right
Get it twisted if ya want, I betcha gonna loose ya life
nigga
You don't want no trouble, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
An' you don't want no beef, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
You don't wanna hustle nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
An' you don't want no drama, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
(Uh, ha, yo, yo)
All I know is dope slangin' and gang bangin'
Inglewood Cali swangin' and hood hangin'
I'm a ghetto nigga, saggin', starched and creased
Wit everythang fa' sale from a ki to a quarter piece
Like Baby, tha bird, got tha game on lock
An while them youngstas workin' tha block, I'm, cookin'
a flock
I'm ballin' and if I'm beefin', I layed for 'em
But tha murders committed recently, I paid for 'em
I got a crew of noodle knockers that'll wait in tha
bushes
Wet, you up and have you bitches blood runnin' like
douches
I'm bout murda, murda, dope, dope, leave bitch niggas,
no hope
Don't need a red beam 'cause we sight 'em wit tha scope
Yeah, you talk that shit, then grab a gun nigga
But if Mack call tha shot, it's good as done nigga
'Cause tha base from tha fo' fo' be bangin' like a drum
An it's cash Money blood, so fuck where you from, nigga
You don't want no trouble, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
An' you don't want no beef, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
You don't wanna hustle nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
An' you don't want no drama, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
You don't want no trouble, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
An' you don't want no beef, nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
You don't wanna hustle nigga, yes, we do
Come on, tell tha truth, nigga, man, yes, we do
An' you don't want no drama, nigga, yes, we do
F/ master p, mystikal
[master p] (mack 10)
Third ward, new orleans. to inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world, nigga.
Mack dime. (what's up my nigga? )
Mystikal, and master p.
(they know, p, they know, they know.)
[hook:] (master p & mack 10) x 6
Made niggaz from the south to the west!
[master p]
Give me a chance to ball, put my name on the wall
How many killas done called, no limit niggaz stand tall
'cause we, mercenary soldiers, gone off a hennesy and that doja
Runnin from the, (who? ) motherfuckin rollers
Slangin, (what? ) tapes like cola
Nigga, hangin with the big niggaz
Penitentiary chances just to make six figures
No we fuckin (what? ) gold and platinum
Nigga, we made niggaz and we rappin
Nigga, mack dime, mystikal and p
Every rowdy bout it nigga won't you follow me?
[hook] x 4
[mystikal]
Watch me! I'm throwed off, I ain't right!
Bitch I'll do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight!
I roll with bullets like (? ) and killas like versey
Managed by tc and paid by big percy
Whole lotta niggaz with me
You think I'm lying, but I'm not
You know who we are, we ready for war
You ready to die fuckin with the wide tchoupitoulas
Say your prayers, them niggaz shottin, hallelujah!
Gotta stop these niggaz from runnin they dick lickers
We self made big niggaz, killin these bitch niggaz
We paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied fashion
Made niggaz from the south to the west done hooked up with mack 10
Gotta get real with this shit that's the only way shit gon happen
We made now, we was gangstas back then!
[hook] x 4
[mack 10]
From inglewood to the no, mystikal, mack and p
No limit soldiers, hoo bangin see we got the recipe
I stay ready nigga, with a vest strapped and all
Hit the rizzo and ball from la to the mardi gras
No discrimination, hittin blacks to amigos
Slangin compact discs like they kilos
A real hustler, recognize another nigga with scrilla
Game recognize game, and killas recognize killas
Never aim to loose, always wanna be a winner
Transactions in new orleans over jambalaya dinner
'cause what you say you want, that's it, that's what you get, you
Can't switch
'cause silkk'll shock you nigga, and make mia shoot your bitch
We tatted up, bauggeted up, the jewels glare
Make the haters stop and stay 'how we do that there? '
See mack and master p, been up to seven figures
Hoo bangin and no limit, two sets of made niggaz
From the Streets
[Mack 10]
Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto
Turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin
This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pro's
Triple O.G.'s with the hot six fo's
Go fast ballers, bangin six gears
Three time felons with the tattooed tears
For all the homies out there that cook it up good
Distributin so up they project a neighborhood
Whether it's Peruvian or Ghetto D
Won't you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me
I'm from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers
Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers
Puttin down thousands till there ain't nothin left
cause real street riders, let em roll to the death
I like fly shit so I scramble for the pay
Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anyday
Was down with the truce in nine-deuce though I looted
It's the Y2K and i'm still khacki-suited, what you thought?
Chorus: Mack 10
From the streets, from the streets, from the streets
Tell em where I'm from!
From the streets
I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come
[Mack 10]
I'm like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys
Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise
for haters that resent me, they jealous evidently
cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley
But hustlas like me, just stay to the grind
Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine
I ain't worried about you busters, we ain't scared to kill
I was beastin before rap, I'm a street nia for real
So check my resume and tell me what it say
I'm the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay
I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b.g.
Now I'm eight figures up, and when you see me it's TV
Mack ain't getting caught up in charged with murder one
When you got loose you don't do it, you simply get it done
Now who wanna test and try push around Mack
Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh??
Chorus 2X
[Mack 10]
Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic piss
See I'm insane bangin Inglewood city kids
If rap fail today I'm back to cuttin chunks
Pushin work through the hood from down South to the Bronx
Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills
Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills
And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note
Everybody say hoe if ya love mack one-oh
Killas on my payroll's a chain of command
but my neighbors don't know; think I'm a family man, ha
I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin
Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin
Every room in my house stay flooded with heat
Livin in the hills but I still got tied to the street
Ain't shit about me change worldwide, I'm respected
I'm Hoo-Bangin now but i'm still well connected, you know??
Chorus 2X
[vocoder outro]
From the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo
From the streets..
Damn Dawg, sure look you ballin
I hit licks nigga
Yeah homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo' neck
Whassup?
I hit licks nigga
Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit style
what's happenin witchu man?
I hit licks nigga
Pushin ?rar-ies?
I told you dog, I hit licks nigga
[Mack 10]
I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest
The young presidential nigga with the platinum status
Maniac Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs
Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?
With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz like top ramen
And Dawg I'm dumpin everytime you're even thinkin about bombin
This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that's real
You need to give up your goods or get your punk ass killed
[Road Dawgs]
In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin plastic
got bitches walkin out of banks with cash advances
I came up watchin true ballers; no one can school us
I've seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers
Stay strapped for the get back; plus I use it
to jack hustlers and kidnappers [woman screaming]
Every since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix
Another motherfucker hog tied
in the trunk of the Continental (how you do dat)
Trix are for kids, when I'm finished check his dental (check it)
Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole from me
I had to plug on him (we know his whereabouts)
No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin
We gotta take him, shake him for his Dayton's
Empty the clip and desecrate him, verbatim
(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em
[Chorus: Road Dawgs]
You don't want none (Westsiders we riders)
Licks, it's all about stacks and stocks
Max with glocks
[Mack 10] as my lifetime is tickin
Comin up strong, lickin and flippin chickens
[Chorus]
[Road Dawgs]
Huh, it be the season for lickin (right)
Much love to my thug niggaz and drug dealers
(Hell yeah (nigga) make way)
for the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers
on the real, when I stick steel in your grill
with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled
Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and jack
Kill for the crack, sell it and steal it right back
Set your mindstate, into murders and po-po
California's ruthless... keep the fo'-fo'
Straight dumpin out a fo'-do'
in the city with the Damu rip, and cholo
G's wearin Polo, doin their 'do low
When I strike, you're stuck, I attack like Cujo
It's do or die for da meanest
in a gang like this nigga, fuck all freaks!
[Mack 10]
Since dope is the game, I guess I found my niche
Got everybody trippin how quick I got rich
First Mack used to struggle, but now it's mo' betta
I got to meet mo' niggaz, so I made mo' chedda
Now my whole umbrella check doe like a teller
Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird seller
Got the spot straight vacant what's to be made a nigga make it
And what a nigga ain't makin, you best believe a nigga takin
[Chorus]
[Road Dawgs]
I'm a motherfuckin menace, mashin through Lennox
up to Venice down in Henny's, chasin it with Guinness
All one, greed in my eyesite stay G'd
and make em bleed nigga what that I like
Gangsta love, slippin on my gloves
Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the dove
Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through your doors
and your windows, layin niggaz out
[Mack 10]
I can see clearly now, let the bullshit fade
Niggaz can't paid caught up in the masquerade
So I mash and hoo-ride when it's time to collide
And keep a big fat heater cause it's cold outside
I flash like boo-ya, won't hesitate to DO ya
A nigga like me a straight junkie for MOO-la
One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the funds
Makin hons pull they guns and fuckin two-one-one's (beyitch!)
[Road Dawgs]
I been exposed to this lavish life gangsta shit
And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major grip
So give it up motherfucker! You got
one more time with that flip mouth then I'm buckin ya
Check it in homey, keys and cash
Don't make me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash
Another bloody situation (Bitch ass nigga!)
Blaowww, I ran out of patience
[Chorus x4]
[Mack 10]
Yeahhh, the Road Dawgs, and Mack One-Oh
Straight up Westside Connect gangbangin to the fullest nigga!
(Tell em Dawg) hahaha
YOU KNOW FOOL! Unfadeable
Dub-S-C-G, you niggaz don't want none
(WessSYDE!!)
You don't want none
Nah nigga, you don't want none
Voice: what the fuck?
Mack: I'm tired of playin' with yo' ass nigga today you gone die.
Voice: aaaagh agh
[mack]
I went from inglewood to h-town tryin' to put the hustle down
But I could already tell these bitch niggas wanna clown
Like I'm the new jack of the city but I ride like nina roll
& I can see now one eighty seven got to be the penal code
I'm fed up that's it that's all fuck that get it get it
& since he bullshitted & ran with it
A murder must be committed
Now the kidnap got to go down
In other words I got to steal him
Then put the pistol to his grill &
Cock the hammer back & kill him
[face]
We finna (get him) & once we (get him)
Gotta make a statement
He fucked the family
Man to respect 'em we gotta waste him
No hesitatin' heat him up & leave him on the pavement
Then find his momma so she can help us find her baby
Nigga are you crazy?
We don't bullshit when it comes to payday
They fuck with face they
Don't let me catch you on the highway
Or in public places we dumpin' on ya like that
Nigga you delinquent we on yo' ass like that
Chorus
You delinquent muthafucka give up the pink slip
We got to kill who you drink with
We got to blast who you think with
A money murder
A money murder
We got to hurt ya
We got to hurt ya
[face]
Caught his ass slippin' at a parkin' lot
Red dot marks the spot
I'm trippin' on how hard he got
He got some bitches in the front seat smilin'
When asked about the paper he owe he kept drivin'
Paid us no mind & hit the corner in the 5.0
Dippin' disrespected pimpin' mack 10 trippin'
Loadin' up the stainless .44 grip &
The trigger off his finger finna start clickin'
[mack]
Aww fuckain't that a bitch
This nigga actin' like I'm some type of sucka
I'll tell you what face you drive
When I blast this muthafucka
Done took my last weed crop money
So you know we through g
Dog I been around too many hogs
To let a punk nigga do me
I give a fuck what you claim
Where you from & who you know
Nigga touch my dough fa sho
Ya get a blow from the .44
So let his neck go brad
It ain't no need to choke the nigga
Just close ya ears & get back homeboy
I'm finna choke the trigga
[face] aiight there he go
There that bitch go
Come on come on let'sgo
Heyniggalet'sgoniggalet'sgoniggalet'sgo
Chorus
[mack]
If a rider need his heat 'cause it's cold outside
We gets money worldwide & we stay down to ride
So I stuff the clip of the .45 cause I gotta survive
& the niggas that's jive they end up dead on the rise
All pissy & shitty victims of the hoo bang committee
When mack & face get down it's like a polinity
Straight rulers of the city hit the stick & now we bent
& blowin holes in what you think with
Of niggas that's delinquent
[face]
Hey so when a nigga shoot you nine man,
A nigga gon need to get that money, whati'msayin'?
When a nigga shoot you half a bird,
A nigga gon need to get that money.
Nigga wadn't bullshittin' when he fronted it to you.
So don't bullshit when it come to payin a muthafucka.
Aiight? you delinquent.
Can I get my muthafuckin' ends nigga?
Chorus
We got to get you for that dollar bill (2x)
We got to get you for this dollar bill
We got to get yo' ass dollar bill
A money murder
A money murder
We are going to hurt you nigga.
A money murder
What You Need? (Dopeman '97)
When ever you short, and times get hard
Plant indo seeds and watch em sprout in yo yard
And if dope money ain't good, well how come it spends
I give a fuck dolla please or yens ends is ends
It ain't hard to tell, thanks to my clientele
What you call the root of evil
Got a nigga livin' swell
I keep the spot rollin'
Unless I can't up in a raid
But until then fuck it my green thumb keep me paid
Nigga what you want? What you need?
I got plenty pound zone half of zone dime or a twenty
Bullshit walks money talks
It's all about the dough
Don't be mad at me foe hustlin'
That's all a nigga know
Chorus:
(Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(Mista Dopeman don't make me beg on my knees)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
I got the streets sewed up, from yo hood to my block
I cook powder cocaine and serve it when it rock
I done came up dog, I got a big body coupe
Cause I take my caviar and I scretch it with woop
Ballin' beyond and above from a key to a dove
Nigga get yo work from me cause I give the hommie love
On tripple beam skales you name it I sells
I got the baddest bitches plus the bombay jewels
And if it ever get short it won't take long to pop back
Doin' about a buck fifteen up the coast with my top back
I got a show to do, the kitchen is my stage
And since I'm headed O.T.
Pick me on my sky page
Chorus
Smoke until you fry, you say depression is yo alibi
Water get you so high niggas think they can fly
I got a bombay batch of that shit, makin' a meant
Leave you crazy kinda bent with super natural strengh
So I keep the tech ready do blast cause I will
And extra jug to embombthe first nigga that I kill
So miss me with that bullshit fool don't even trip
My jugs already full and my sticks already diped
So come trough the spot if not spend money when you can
Cause when it comes to narcotics call Mack the dopeman
Now woop woop look at me all in the S coupe
Ballin' like I'm playin' hoop and I'm straight sellin loop
Chorus:
(Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(Mista Dopeman don't make me beg on my knees)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(Mista Dopeman don't make me beg on my knees)
Bitch tell me what you need, tell me what you need
(Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please)
Mack 10 to the rescue (X3)
Bitch you ain't get no motherfuck...
not a motherfuckin thang from me
Now get
Mack 10, MC Eiht, K Mac and Boo Capone---The Big Show Theme ('Big')
And well it's the Big Show!!
[Mack 10]
Uhh..
I gas-hop when I hit my six-fo' pedal
I rock and got fans from ghetto to heavy metal
I took it to the next level - guard gated estates
and marble floors with the the slight bezel
Aiyyo I hit the freeways to keep my guns tonin
Get high, start zonin, get paranoid and leave my pits roamin
Then gently, slide into the seat of my Bentley
Hit the town and if you hate then you're jealous evidently
I'm full platinum for the millenium, my ice bigger
Touch my watch or my chain and get shot at least twice ni'a
I be the brightest star shinin in the show
Now everybody say hoe if you love Mack 1-0 (hoeeeeeee!)
And to the female fanbase that consume
You gotta be, willin to give up the womb to see my room
So if you're bout that and in your mouth I can burst
then meet me backstage and have some rubbers in your purse
Chorus: MC Eiht (repeat 2X)
We get in, where we fit in, y'all know the time
Hoo-Bangin', gettin scrilla, y'all check the rhyme
G's in, 2K, nine-nine's behind
Behold, frontline, it's our time to shine
[K Mac]
I show psycho, pull the plug and make the mic blow
Show no mercy, these mere mortals can't hurt me
It's such a pity, I hit the streets and stalk the city
I be lookin for Trouble, you better call me if you see that fool
That's the same dude I used to chase around school
and take his lunch money, and laugh cause it's funny
What's happenin loc? My whole crew on hundred spokes
We ain't no jokes, in them Chevies with the 'draulics
My game is so polished cause I got the street knowledge
Flossy flossy - never let nobody boss me
I calls the shots, and I takes the whole pot
Stop, drop down, don't wanna hear a sound
from nobody - we'll straight turn out the party
I stays to myself, I don't mess with nobody
Spend it all now - save WHAT for later?
Up to my penthouse suite, in my private elevator
Chorus
[Boo Kapone]
It's the B double-O, so act like you know
I'm sippin on Mo' on my way to 'The Show'
What's crackin? All y'all invited
So throw your hands up, act a fool and get excited
I leave you Limp like Bizkits, when I kick it
Ghettoriffic, splendid, money's tremendous
Endless, sippin on Pain mixed with Hennes'
Smashin in the drop-top on them thangs that don't bend is
what y'all tellin me, life's in hell in me
Been doin this since Rakim whistled "My Melody"
I stay calm, blew up spots like Vietnam
And all the kids go crazy for Boo like Pokemon
Chorus + [MC Eiht] Geyeah!
The guppies dup dup dup
Dup dup dup
Dup dup dup
Dup dup dup
It's a feeding frenzy with guppies all around the edge
Nigga if you tryna get fed you in the red
Eat you up, beat you up
If that don't work heat you up
Now you wearin' white, punk smellin' like Fahrenheit
Niggas, fleas, ticks and parasites
Tryna get a crumb off the turntable
Stick your nose in my bowl it's fatal you Kane I'm Abel
Nigga you know we checkin' quotas and dollars
Nigga you know the pecking order we follow
Sayin' that we got to holla, if I can quote you
But the king of the jungle never meet with the vultures
Never been a sucker never been fake, never
Never tried to make all I can make , never
Represent my niggas 'til the bow breaks
But haters hate we can eat steak by the lake
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
What a beautiful day, clear blue skies
My murder ones block sun rays from my eyes
Twistin' triple gold so I gotta pack heat
Lay the titanium and flame up the street
Down the boulevard with my hand on trigger
Fools hittin' me up like, "Who was that nigga?"
Ruuff ruuff you know who it is
Mack 10 punk top dog in showbiz
I cocks the revolver ready to start gattin' 'em
But what I look like set trippin' and I'm platinum
I hesitates put down the trey eight
Keep pushing to the hood make sure my folks is straight
Outta control a nigga ballin' like Shaq
Gave my momma money and slid the homies sacks
And it's like that about the bank wad
The more cheese ya got the more killas on ya squad
For the guppies dup dup dup
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Okay we hollered fake ass hugs check my wallet
Driving to the crib make sure no nigga followed
Called up the mighty one up, "What you wanna do?
Turn these bitch niggas to snow, how many? 1 or 2? It's on you"
Westside battle cry my alibi first class
Hella high when you die
I'm changin' standard time with the yuppies
But fuck them too and you, you askin' who?
The guppies brought Mack Manson back to life
I kill niggas without a gun or a knife
I gave the order, is he dead? Yep, enough said
And all my followers got W's on they forehead
Murderers and they kill on command
Walk around like zombies with Techs in each hand
For Mack and the Don light you up like neon
Freeze you like freon you fuckin' peons
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From bulworth soundtrack
Intro: cube
In every game, we gotta have the brains and the muscle
The game and the hustle... to be real on these streets
So here you have it, the brainiac
[female voice] ice cube
With the maniac
[female voice] mack 10
Mack & cube: yay-y-yay! x2
Verse one
Ice cube:
While y'all niggas think about the pap?
I think about which titanic i'mma sink
The iceberg, with the nice words
I slice verbs and predicets, ghetto etiquette
Y'all better get, this dime-mega shit
The braniac, the theory be conspiracy
Keep my eye on the birdie, but never get my hands dirty
Verbally call the maniac and his attack dogs
Signing contracts with automatic jack clause
Mack 10:
I get full of their shit and take flight on these niggas
'bout to show these so-called
Wig-splitters and nigg-hitters
Who the man be, and what the number one clique is
Let my nuts hang on these busts
And hoes see how big my dick is
Maniac mack 10 always keep the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, 'mack, when you westsidin' and ridin' is expected'
So i...
Chorus
Cube: maniac with brainiac, mack 10!
Mack: you do the drivin', while I do the jackin'
Cube: maniac with brainiac, mack 10!
Mack: my nigga if you plot it, best believe I got it
Mack: and it's on... feel the chrome
Verse 2
Ice cube:
You in the stargate, trying t'escape, it's not an option
Got torture techniques for them lies, don't ever lie
Just put the car in drive, we can go ride- get this money
Determined as the energized bunny, make a left
Underground parking, guns start sparkin'
Atf enemies all around start chargin'
Tryin' to fuck up my new suit and my weekend
Ask me what you want, you bitch! I ain't speakin'
Mack 10:
Shit, I gives a fuck what the next nigga think
(? ) gives a fuck how much bitch you say you ain't
It's like this on mine, potna
By all means, I got the ball
So it's your life, not mine nigga, so you make the call
Now, I can blow your brains out, punk and act the fuckin' fool
Or you can hand your guns over, and let everything be cool
But know this: I won't hesitate to peel your wig back
I'm off that wet-bomb and the whole fifty yak
It's mack the maniac, nigga
Chorus
Verse 3
Ice cube:
What's the plan? everything thought out
Everything bought out, like bill gates
My niggas love steel weights
I'm still great, after 12 muthafuckin' years
I (? ) your ass after 12 muthafuckin' beers
I act kind to my peers and everybody that listen
They know when the brainiac's missin'
The big fish, hanging with the chicken hawk
Got all the haters, claimin' that they wanna talk
Mack 10:
You argue wit 'em and negotiate, and I really wanna kill 'em
I'm tired of the bullshit, man I really wanna peel 'em
Dog, I knew they were scareless
'cause my brother snoop told us
So fuck the money and the dope that they punk-ass owe us
Now when I see 'em, it ain't no question it's all the way on
But i'mma wait in front of they momma house
For that one nigga to get home
And when I gun, watch his body jump
And it's all going to amaze me
To see his own self
Layin' there with his own brains on the pavement
Chorus
Outro: mack 10
And it's on... keep takin' 'til it's gone
And it's on... feel the wrath of the chrome
Wessiiide!
Ice cube the brainiac
*phone ringing*
Yeahay nigga
Whassup homey? this fool just came on the block and tried
Who? who? smash on all the homies
Nigga what happened? ay nigga get yo shit!
What happened dog? get yo shit!
What? just meet me on the block
I'm on my way *click*
I don't know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
Well nigga get yo bang on
Verse 1: mack I hear some niggas gotta problem wit the 'wood (wassup? )
I see the homiez got they straps & they ready in the hood
So I'm loadin' up my weapon steppin'
Callin' up the crew cause ass-whippins we ain't accepting.
And I ain't lettin' shit go
Niggas got to back up bowdown or get wet up with ammo (blaow)
Muthafuckers got to pay
Run up on 'em like a thief in the night cause I don't play
Mack10: at night I can't sleep I'm tossin & turnin'
So I stray from the yak & smoke sherman
Gotta hobble to my leg & the hood's gettin bigger
I'm paranoid sleepin with my finger on the trigga
And now my bitches stressin that I'm livin wrong
Cause I'm fresh out the pen & gettin my serve on (gunshots)
It's all about murda when me & sweepthru roll
So fuck da enemies & we dumpin when we see some so
Chorus I don't know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
(what you want? ) just wanna get my bang on
I don't know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
It's the life of a g I got to live
Verse 2: them rocks movin slow on the block
Nigga one time hot & we just lost a dope spot(damn)
Got me curb servin under pressure
I'm so paranoid at night I keep my glock on the dresser
Mack10: this 187 got my mind under stress
Cause even clamin' dub s (w/s) you need a bulletproof vest
You know the game nigga when ya doggin' & loccin'
Kill the 1st thing moving and catch the 1st thing smokin
All I wanna hear is buckshots & guts out
Niggas gaspin for they breath
That's the type o' shit I'm talkin about(fo sho)
Aft!: you niggas cruisin for a bruisin'
Hey mack get ya ammo cock the tool that ya usin'
Mack10: til they gone to the back dog
Cause when they come thru the 'wood they betta know how to act dog
Connect gang punk, yell a hood out &(westside) bust
& nigga fuck every click that ain't down with us(fuck em)
Fuck em & feed em fish niggas get dismissed
Connect gang bang at the top of the list
Ya know with colored bandanas & clips like bananas
Homicides when we ride til the world wanna ban us(nigga)
Chorus
Talking: mack I don't know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Sweepthru I don't know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stayin high as a kite hangin out on my block all nite
Smokin weed til I'm high as a kite
Fuckin with hoodrat bitches 100% mack 10 on they tittie
All I wanna do is get my bang on
Inglewood on they ankles
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Saturday mornin' at the crack of sunrise
Thank the man upstairs for lettin' me open my eyes
It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee
It's nine-seven now and I'ma stay sucka free
Thinkin' about all my homeboys behind bars
As I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars
And everthan' is straight I'm in the full zone
Gettin' paper every day, it's all I'm trippin' on
'Cause ain't nothin' like a ride in California
With the top back, rollin' on a hot sunny day
It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and I'm clownin' all the rookies
With a pocket full of cookies and mashin' to the backyard boogie
Get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on
And we comin' wit that
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Yeah)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's all about that)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Unh)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's the backyard boogie)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's the backyard boogie)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's the backyard boogie)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky
Representin' where you from, 'cause it's West till I die
Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth
Been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf
So I bails in the party, everythan' is cool
It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school
And everybody gots stripes, 'cause we all paid dues
Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews
Just gettin' they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin' loose
It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce
I'm even kickin' back and I'm usually chicken hawkin'
The bloods shootin' dice, and the crips are C walkin'
Now the party is jumpin', and the crowd's gettin' bigger
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga
And it's off the hook, got ya grindin' and humpin'
'Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin'
Unh, straight from Inglewood
And you know that it's all good
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
And we comin' with that
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Yeah)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look
Ain't nothin' but real niggaz, the bustas got shook
And everybody left with the whole hustla bang
And Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang
You choose or you lose while you conversatin'
Enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin'
I want homegirl over there in all red
'Cause baby got backs like Mix-a-Lot said
When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro
'Cause a Mack 1 0 just refuse to save a hoe
But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key
'Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me
Get yo' boogie on, yeah
Get yo' boogie on, yeah
(Inglewood)
Get yo' boogie on, yeah
(Inglewood)
And we comin' with that
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Yeah)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's all about that)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Inglewood)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's all about that)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)
Straight from Inglewood
(Inglewood)
And you know that it's all good
(It's all good)
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
(Everyday)
Hah ha, turn it up, mackness, mackness, unh!
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby
Get yo' backyard boogie on
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Mack 10 ain't no motherfuckin' rookie, unh
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(World wide with us)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(And we platinum with us)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It don't stop with us)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's a backyard boogie)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)
[Baby]
(All gravy nigga, fuck)
Fuck them niggas cause they bitch made anyway
Can't come in tha hood, I hope he got an A-K
He crossed tha line, nigga dropped a dime
Then he ran to those white folks sayin' I tried
I Stunna one of a kind you muthafucka
Catch me in tha summer in a rag top hummer
Nigga pack yo tools, nigga pay yo dues
Been a G about this gangsta shit, it ain't no rules
Nigga cook yo food, hard ki's we move
Then yo get up on tha stand you cross yo dude
Let them people play you nigga, now it's time to lose
Got some killas in tha pen wanna give you tha blues
An on tha outside niggas do what they do
We in tha projects grindin' wit that girl or tha poo
Yo whole family ain't safe cause I'm killin' 'em too
I put a hit on every nigga that's close to you
[Chorus]
Little jive ass nigga - we can never be friends
Oh bitch made nigga - we can never be friends
You a pussy muthafucka - we can never be freinds
We Can Never Be Friends, We Can Never Be friends
You fuckin' up a nigga work - we can never be friends
You put a hoe before yo homies - we can never be friends
You turnin' state on yo homies - we can never be friends
Nigga, We Could Never Be Friends
[Lac]
I was raised around dope crack fiends, stranglers triple beams
You can not imagine all tha shit that a nigga seen
Now I done seen niggas get they head busted for nothin'
They leave come back stuntin' like they bout it wasn't
Better watch them some nigga or stop them some nigga
This a nigga wit a black hooded pops them a nigga
The people came thru they done kicked in my Ma's do'
They tore up my Ma's house questioned my folks
My momma stood up said "Ain't no Lac here,
Get yo dogs, get tha fuck out don't come back here"
I'm tired of runnin', I can't turn back, I hear tha sirens comin'
Now they can give a lovely fuck why I done it
An all they need to prove is that I fired somethin'
Or hit 9 lil' children
My potna got killed they say I'm the gunman
You fuckin' right I know him fuckin' right I done him
[Chorus]
[Stone]
(Look)
I was tha first nigga out tha click wit a cuban connect
An tha first to push a six thru tha Nolia project
I broke bread wit all my niggas gave 'em tha prices I get
Turn the projects to condeminiums diamonds to begets
Was tha first to go to feds, I left my two month old daughter
Her momma said since I left my friends ain't passed a quater
When I rolled out same niggas was in my face again
Like " Stone you out early, man we thought you got ten"
We kicked tha bo bo, swapped lies, given hugs dap
But you know hugs ain't love, niggas is checkin' for straps
Each one of them owein' me a dub, ain't even mention tha snaps
I knew then it was bad blood, I'm bout to twist some caps
Gun in hand, I'm eatin' grits, I haven't done this in awhile
I see one in a blue sedan sharin' kisses smiles
I creep up on him, popped tha van, ran thru tha crowd
Hit tha corner of Washington then I popped up his house
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
(Yo, yo)
I keep a four pound cocked wit hollows in tha chamber
Been a real lil' nigga since a B-G banger
Plus I'm down wit tha killas no matter red or blue
An too bad I can't say tha same shit bout you
Cause you's a bitch nigga dawg square as a preist
An you's a snitch nigga dawg cause you told tha police
I hold trial in tha streets keep it gangsta fa sho
An tha only niggas run to tha law is a hoe
So you was all about tha rah rah shit back then
But yo money ain't long you know you can't win
Your boy Mack a shot caller if you hate me I feel you
Cause I got enough bread to pay yo homies to kill you
Yo I can kick back, fuck, have fun all year
An you can snitch, watch your back, you can still disappear
An while you P-C up I stay mashin' for dollas
So when you ready for tha get down nigga just holla
[Chorus] - 2x
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I'd be like damn! This shit is unbelievable (What?!)
Now a days - ah nigga can't even bust a hoe
Just like this one broad I seen her on my show (Uh-huh!)
The bitch called herself Mack C-1-0 (Damn!)
Then the gangsta boogie on rock and throwin bows (Whoa!)
Man, this bitch eat more cassie and conrows
I told her next time, let the pussy get it drippin
Bitch, puts some dick in your life, now quit trippin (Haha!)
She said " Motherfuck you, I'm takin it and I'm strong
I don't wan' no dick, all I need is a cool tongue " (Oh shit)
I said " Well I'll be damn, this one is gon' too far
You hoes got liquor ices like a neighborhood bar "
Plus all this twist it shit just bad for your health
Now bitch, what the fuck named you over your freaky self
She said " Cause I so - I tote for free
if you want your bitch - keep a ass away from me ", ya heard me
[Chorus - 2x]
{*Woman harmonizing*}
She said she wan' no dick at all
She said she rather lick 'em click and balls
[Verse 2: Skoop Delania]
Now tell me what I gotta do to get the kick?
Without the bullshit like a dick is for bittin
What a deal here you rather go chick on chick
With no dick when you fuckin? Just click to click
I should read between the line but I was buggin and shit
By thinkin a pears tongue wants a suckin a dick
Yeah you had me fool a turch go where you say
But we ??? P.I. peanuts everythang
They tellin me about your man he was first in your last
Now demansion all the drag how we hurt you in your past (Awww!)
And now female the D6 the tits in ya knees
Cause niggas al-ways got a trick up off they sleeves (yeah deep dick)
But on the real though is the askin is still no
But you rather have a hoe strap on dildo (Oh shit, what is that?)
Basically the broads act like ain't missin a dick
But they rather bump up each other cock just lay up and lick
Damn! - ain't that some fucked up shit!
[Chorus- 2x]
{*Woman harmonizing*}
She said she wan' no dick at all
She said she rather lick 'em click and balls
[Verse 3: E-40]
(I smell that, Mack dime, Mack dime)
I say a woman can please woman and the the man can please a woman
The woman knows what woman like? But I don't believe the hype(hype)
I done ran across this type I done duck off of the few dice
I done made of ruler be thinkin plumber and a lay pipe (what else?)
I used to think of her about a year and half ago (Yooo!)
How we contramatic like a water and ? Mexico (Mexico)
Cracker say that! oh I used to lake that
I pulled her panty to the side to let her take a ride (ride)
Right bitches, All Night bitches, Fight bitches
On the middle of we all together bitches
Suck around and turn the party out
????? corner over to retaliate cowards be out
Now that's a rib out - the whole protect it Pow
Hotta Pow, lexible a - allegible
Irresistible called kiss a pow
Nigga you tryin anything to get, you try sexual (you try sexual, what?!)
[Chorus - 4x]
{*Woman harmonizing*}
She said she wan' no dick at all
She said she rather lick 'em click and balls
{*E-40 ad libs and fades*}
All I do is think about fuckin' you
Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home
Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass
You're the one, want for you to have my son
Bitch you bad
I had this bitch named Katrina that lived in Pasadena
It's like my dick would get hard, every time I seen her
She had bold legs, ass and a big fat clit
I gotta admit, I even spoiled this bitch a little bit
The homies said I was trickin' and actin' all mooshy
Yeah, but call it what you want, she had some bomb ass pussy
Smart as fuck, educated pretty little hoe
You know the kind a bitch you really didn't mind doin' shit fo'
Hell, I bought the bitch cars, [Incomprehensible] Gucci and Prada
Plus it wasn't shit for me to just slide her a few dollars
Man, one of us caught up, the ass was on stack
I used to love to pull up hair when I fucked her from the back
I used to spank her ass, choke her deep dick and ruff sex
She said she like it like that, she was from the projects
She used to look back, smile and say, "I love you boo"
And shit, the pussy was so good, I'd say, "I love you too"
Fuck it
All I do is think about fuckin' you
Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home
Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass
You're the one, want for you to have my son
Bitch you bad
When the sex is like incredible, nigga, you been there before
You don't wanna call her a hoe but you know deep down, she is a hoe
Got her name tattooed up on yo' chest
Bitch, always pushin' up nothin' but mess
Gotcha keys you can leave but you ain't, just can't
Every time you see them breast
Parents goin', what a shame, gave that bitch yo last name
She came through and scooped you like a serious verious hurricane
She fucked you, sucked you, treat you nice
Sucked yo' nuts with a lot of ice
Make you come not once but twice, then make you some eggs and rice
Pussy's like a hustle, she got you with her muscle
No need to fight and tussle, let it go, don't russell
Big girls swalla, little girls spit
if I was in yo' shoes I'd be hooked on that shit
Playa, I been there before, had myself a bad hoe
Fucked DMX, that group NEXT and even boned that nigga Joe
Stutta, stutta, motherfucker, mouth was the shit
Now I know why the whole music industry love that bitch
All I do is think about fuckin' you
Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home
Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass
You're the one, want for you to have my son
Bitch you bad
I been a bread winner and a gold dayton spinner
And I like a high class hoe with a little ghetto in her
This cash money now and as a matter of fact
I think these hoes is scheming 'cause I signed my contract
Had this cute little blood bitch I knew from high school
She said, "You drive a gang porshe but that new Bentley is woo"
Man, this bitch was ghetto and had a little Spanish look
Ass was like a basketball, her hair was off the hook
The tightest little gang bang bitch I ever seen
Lift her ratted dress up, the bitch would be a fuckin' queen
On the low slide the hoe, some sticky green just to kick it
Gave her some shopping money and she through a hood picnic
I ain't never been a nigga to straight romance a hoe
But little Lani qua had a bombin', her thang and 1-O
And I could give a fuck less about what the next nigga say
'Cause if money got this pussy then shit, I got to pay ya' heard
All I do is think about fuckin' you
Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home
Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass
You're the one, want for you to have my son
Bitch you bad
All I do is think about fuckin' you
Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home
Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass
You're the one, want for you to have my son
Bitch you bad
Every time I get my hands on
I try to make you dub with my chips wouldn't stack
Than man, I wouldn't hustle
I'm legal dog, I got the same Desert Eagle, dog
When birds fly out of my hands
And to my people, dog, ya understand?
The white-man can't fuck with me
I, Hoo-Bangang in the streets, Hoo, my company
Papered up, beyond motherfucker's belief
A millionaire patrolling the city streets
See the flames burning in my eyes motherfucker
'Cause if you sleep on it you get these dreams, motherfucker
I ain't the one like I said, I want it all
And like my comrads, time to wake up and ball
Call shots, have it ready, soft and rocked
Let all my neighborhood, fiends
Come to scrap all the pots
Let my little B.G.'s run the hood spots
And if it's funked than my killers
Come to shut down the block
If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping
Nigga, that's mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and dippin'
Nigga, that's mathematics
I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, that's mathematics
With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics
I work for mines, let my work, work for me
I make my ends, my friends buy their work from me
Money is me, that folding on those switches is me
Went out on the seat and out with all those bitches is me
I make money, while I'm sleeping
'Cause money don't sleep
Money is up, seven days of the week
Three-sixty-five, if you grind than it pays
I don't mind as long as your one-o, is straight
Put some bread on this plate, plus a little rate
That I give mines, with a tape how to grind
I'ma leave my dent in the game like ripples
As a kid, even tried to make my lunch my triples
Stack it up, how do you think I bought that first double up?
{Unverified} and that other shit I hustled up, mathematics
That's just how I look at it
With enough carrots to feed a whole hood of rabbits
If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping
Nigga, that's mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and dippin'
Nigga, that's mathematics
I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, that's mathematics
With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics
Everything is to the good, now I'm living how I wanna
I got dope around the world and got some, still on the corner
If you broke, come and see me, I got shit for you to do
I got a class on how to make one bird turn in two
I'm a connected shot caller, pure bread baller
All I do is try to make my money, flip like quota-quarters
If money is the root to all evil than I'm {Unverified}
And money is a race on mind, so I'm cheating
I don't want shit subtracted, everything added
I didn't look back for shit, since I hit bird status
And now I pack clips like Glaydis with no tips
Just a whole bunch of bloods and a whole bunch of crips
And a whole bunch of bitches, when I rock the microphone
And my key to success is thirty-six hard zones
With my mind on a dub, re-up and stack cabbage
And I'm a walking proof of the signs of mathematics
If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping
Nigga, that's mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo-Banging and dippin'
Nigga, that's mathematics
I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, that's mathematics
With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics
Yeah, nigga this CMR and Hoo-Bangin' for life
Nigga, don't get it fucked up and its straight nothing
But mathematics around here and in case you didn't know
Nigga, that's money, all this mother fucking ice and chrome
Wheels everywhere and if you ain't bout' that then
Fuck you in your ass you, hating ass, nigga
Nigga wanna hustle
Nigga wanna sell dope where we grow up nigga
Ride with me and learn something nigga
If not, stay away my playground nigga
Yeah, this shit right here is for real hustle niggas
Real street niggas, y'all follow me
Squared niggas, kick back and listen how is shit really go, uh
Cabbage work hoes goes spoke and pistols
Last in getting away hearin' whistles
Scopin' down map gestural back full of chips
A hot ass scraps ski mask and two in the clips
Scoop on 'em motophone let 'em know it's on
I pack use 'em draws homeboy, nigga we goners
Beep on 'em Mexican though we won't work
No Baking Soda slides twenty on 'em for the dirt
Got 'em, strap on 'em my shell with ducktapes
See nervous while the Greyhouse escpae across Interstate
Jumpin' up in the friendly scotia down chicken weight
For the work show up and really do be straight
They pull up bread all the lookin' flawless us a show dog
Twenty bird and rally car like she a mother law
Damn, she'll need no duck the law
Bitch got us switch walkin' with the work like motherfuck the law
That's the shit nigga ball fo', how they dope that they wall fo'?
Jumpin' on 'em hoes, they floss the hoes
We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos
With the funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those
Banged out, thanged out, everybody hangin' out
Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used
Go back blast the gas about to shootin' us
For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's
Now in the N and N.Y. talkin' to why dies with the bitch
And some load ki's me insider
It's now and never, turn back why should we
Let's turn this bitch upside down
(How could we?)
First to be unnoticed, I don't trust that bitch
She fine but she mixed with rat the lil' snitch
I don't feel right I know crass bustin' bust pipe
And the fed I had up on punk ass snitch all night
Where we better do is send that bitch to the [unverified]
Take the ki's to the rally car and get that bitch the cap
She go be mad about it 'cause she getting cut out
But just let it know her job is done
(Bitch butt out)
Why we here for?
(Nigga we here paper chasin')
Okay then well, let's made this put reservatoins
Bust train or even train station
If you got motophone we can start this operation
That's the shit nigga ball fo', how they dope that they wall fo'?
Jumpin' on 'em hoes, they floss the hoes
We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos
With funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those
Banged out, thanged out, everybody hangin' out
Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used
Go back, blast the gas about to shootin' us
For cabbage work hoes and hundred hoes
Now I'm the king of rock for my work
One time shoot the block, I did my sack about the dirt
Like a dream team both feams tryin' around me like impressed
Takin' fifth G horse and spork the dope 'port
Like a hell is seen hot for shit, I ain't trippin'
Got folks in the bushes with the chop, chop so I ain't slippin'
None of these out of town C's and Beems
Niggas playin' 'em gueens street they never seen the pontrees
Hobbed on the plane, I'm back on stinky greens
And Inglewood floss and faded the whole scene
1-0 back Ol' T dope grindin'
Fresh gear, big wheels, jewels shinnin'
So I hit Shall Sunday, watchin' with low-low's hot
Me and my N.O. partners on the strippin' new drops
Bentleys, Warreys, Benzes, Hummers
With none full of fall for the next twenty Summers
That's the shit nigga ball fo', how they dope that they wall fo'?
Jumpin on 'em hoes, they floss the hoes
We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos
With the funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those
Banged out, thanged out, everybody hangin' out
Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used
Go back, blast the gas about to shootin' us
For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's
And there you have it, that's how it go
From top to bottom, half heart, half money nigga
Oh, don't get it fucked up
Westside
Microphone check 10 from the West Coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew the bitch up
And put the gangsta twist on her
Sunny Southern Cal it never snows
Niggas yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun play we vets
It's West Coast for life no crew only sets
It's the dog breathen out the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit don of the click
All you suckas want to dis the Pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad 'cause we fucked her
Pussy whipped bitch with no common sense
Hip hop started in the West
Ice Cube bailin' through the East without a vest
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's Vagina
Finda notha crew of niggas who can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga, yeah
Fool what side is you red or the blue?
While as the L.A. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a rattle
Bring the rhymes and nines to the motherfuckin' battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumpin' they know a nigga dumpin'
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 that nigga with the heat that'll berry ya
Oh ah, oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo feet
Clear the whole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from?
West side
Fuck all you niggas I'm yellin'
This is mad circle to the fullest everybody 187um
Toons play the piano fuck a battle
I'm socking rappers like mad man Santiago
'Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red records
So nigga fuck what you tellin' me
Sit down Jr. you couldn't see me if you wanted to
Look y'all it Mack 10, Cube and the double U
Westside's on the map
Niggas represent the 70's and still never win gold
Westside's on the map
Niggas represent the 70's and still never win gold
I just had a scrap fo' the neighborhood Inglewood stereotype
Got to deal with the hype
Known to kick back with the fat sack fuck that
Where my gat at these nigga trippin' off my bulls hat
About to let loose with the chrome tray dude 5 shots
And I put holes in yo Bandanna
I push a Benz you still rollin' Gs
Nigga miss me with the set trip and start slangin' keys
When I say itchy citchy niggas get bitchy bitchy
'Cause they heard of ah natural born murderah
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in the sunshine with only one nine
So who wants to bust with the never rust
Goin' platinum plus every time I cuss
So fuck the whole world black
Niggas better hope I don't grow my jeri curl back
Steper murderah stepin' out a Chevrolet
Sportin' a beenie like Marvin Gaye
Stalkin' walkin' in my big black chuck's
Standin' tall in your freestyle session holdin' my balls
I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
'Cause niggas be foul and bittin' other niggas styles
But if you're bittin' this you better bring the dentist
'Cause sucking these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws fool
Which way shall I go nigga what should I do?
Should I bang with the red or should I truce with the blue?
Should I rock dope beats and grab the mic and stay down?
Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound?
Shit I never thought that my nuts ah get bigger
Checkin' major figures I'm hangin' with platinum niggas
It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swangin'
No time fo bangin' but still got my cackeys hangin'
Fuck one love it's the bloody glove killin' honkey hoes
Leaving blood stains on Broncos
In a Hertz rental I drive on the 405
Is he dead or alive?
Motherfuck court took another snort
Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport
So I can catch a flight away from the drama
Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas
Sucky ducky quack quack niggas ain't knowin' how to act
Sucka ducks play the back
Nigga use to dis but now it's turning around and like Brandy
Motherfuckers wanna be down
With this West Coast rap game I can give a fuck
If you wasn't down at first you can buck these nuts
Transformers get stole on boom
Get the picture killa Cali home of the body bags nigga
Westside's on the map
Niggas represent the 70's and still never win gold
Westside's on the map
Niggas represent the 70's and still never win gold
feat. Baby, Lac, Stone
[Baby]
(All gravy nigga, fuck)
Fuck them niggas cause they bitch made anyway
Can't come in tha hood, I hope he got an A-K
He crossed tha line, nigga dropped a dime
Then he ran to those white folks sayin' I tried
I Stunna one of a kind you muthafucka
Catch me in tha summer in a rag top hummer
Nigga pack yo tools, nigga pay yo dues
Been a G about this gangsta shit, it ain't no rules
Nigga cook yo food, hard ki's we move
Then yo get up on tha stand & you cross yo dude
Let them people play you nigga, now it's time to lose
Got some killas in tha pen wanna give you tha blues
An on tha outside niggas do what they do
We in tha projects grindin' wit that girl or tha poo
Yo whole family ain't safe cause I'm killin' 'em too
I put a hit on every nigga that's close to you
[Chorus]
Little jive ass nigga - we can never be friends
Oh bitch made nigga - we can never be friends
You a pussy muthafucka - we can never be freinds
We Can Never Be Friends, We Can Never Be friends
You fuckin' up a nigga work - we can never be friends
You put a hoe before yo homies - we can never be friends
You turnin' state on yo homies - we can never be friends
Nigga, We Could Never Be Friends
[Lac]
I was raised around dope & crack fiends, stranglers & triple beams
You can not imagine all tha shit that a nigga seen
Now I done seen niggas get they head busted for nothin'
They leave & come back stuntin' like they bout it & wasn't
Better watch them some nigga or stop them some nigga
This a nigga wit a black hooded & pops them a nigga
The people came thru & they done kicked in my Ma's do'
They tore up my Ma's house & questioned my folks
My momma stood up & said "Ain't no Lac here,
Get yo dogs, get tha fuck out & don't come back here"
I'm tired of runnin', I can't turn back, I hear tha sirens comin'
Now they can give a lovely fuck why I done it
An all they need to prove is that I fired somethin'
Or hit 9 lil' children
My potna got killed & they say I'm the gunman
You fuckin' right I know him & fuckin' right I done him
[Chorus]
[Stone]
(Look)
I was tha first nigga out tha click wit a cuban connect
An tha first to push a six thru tha Nolia project
I broke bread wit all my niggas gave 'em tha prices I get
Turn the projects to condeminiums & diamonds to begets
Was tha first to go to feds, I left my two month old daughter
Her momma said since I left my friends ain't passed a quater
When I rolled out same niggas was in my face again
Like " Stone you out early, man we thought you got ten"
We kicked tha bo bo, swapped lies, given hugs & dap
But you know hugs ain't love, niggas is checkin' for straps
Each one of them owein' me a dub, ain't even mention tha snaps
I knew then it was bad blood, I'm bout to twist some caps
Gun in hand, I'm eatin' grits, I haven't done this in awhile
I see one in a blue sedan sharin' kisses & smiles
I creep up on him, popped tha van, ran thru tha crowd
Hit tha corner of Washington then I popped up his house
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
(Yo, yo)
I keep a four pound cocked wit hollows in tha chamber
Been a real lil' nigga since a B-G banger
Plus I'm down wit tha killas no matter red or blue
An too bad I can't say tha same shit bout you
Cause you's a bitch nigga dawg & square as a preist
An you's a snitch nigga dawg cause you told tha police
I hold trial in tha streets & keep it gangsta fa sho
An tha only niggas run to tha law is a hoe
So you was all about tha rah rah shit back then
But yo money ain't long & you know you can't win
Your boy Mack a shot caller & if you hate me I feel you
Cause I got enough bread to pay yo homies to kill you
Yo I can kick back, fuck, & have fun all year
An you can snitch, watch your back, & you can still disappear
An while you P-C up I stay mashin' for dollas
So when you ready for tha get down nigga just holla
[Chorus] - 2x
On a high speed chase they recognize my plates
Wanted for a 187 in three states
Got my glock cock, mind is ill mental
Blastin' at one time through my back window, shit
Sick individual, murder was my ritual
Mashin' in a hard top four, all original
Bout a dozen of cops all behind me
Mad as fuck cause ice cube is my crimey
Like a missile launch led from my pistol
Jumpin' hills like the streets of san francisco
Hard tryin' to stump him, reload my dumper
Hit the ground, lost my hubcaps and my back bumper
A hundred and ten, westbound on the freeway
Bo guardin' traffic cause I do shit the g way
Hard to survive, lit up a 45
No alive instead mack 10 wanted dead
And it's on, stick to the fire, loop get me high
Drop the four in low, as I smoke the back tires
Peddle to the floor in a bucket low low
One time trailin', hittin' corners, fish tailin'
I continue to cap as the gap starts to pull again
Mashin' through fullerton, a all points bulletin
Wigs get pilled, nigga, runnin' from the kill
Bugs flyin' into my grill and windshield
Never see trial, say fck tryin' to stretch me
Mack 10 a fuckin' dead man if they catch me
Stompin' through red lights, no headlights on my vehicle
5150 is my penal code
I empty the clips when I carry'em, aimin' to bury'em
Nigga fresh out the sanitarium
Lapd tryin' to blow off my beanie
Want the whole world to see me
Put my face on tv, for real
Fuck this shit, if they catch me i'ma goner
Runnin' for my life, I continue to hit corners
With my heat, 50 rounds deep
Nigga, goin' down, holdin' trial in the street, fuck it
If it's on like that
It's about who's nuts is fat
And who's straightest with they gat, for real
That's how it be, livin' like a g
It's better them than me facin' strike number three
Heel no, I can't fuck with the lock down
Mack 10'll grab the mack 10
And set the glock down and I'm runnin'
Freeze was my order, cappin' at they ass
Intro:
(*man, have you heard this stuff?
This gangsta rap? it's fuckin bullshit.
They're just talkin about dealin drugs and,
Beatin on people and shit,
Carryin guns to the studio. it's fucked up shit.
And y'know, you niggas
Can't communicate with people*)
[mack 10] aw fuck you, you punk ass motherfucker
what the fuck you mean we can't communicate with people?
I tell you what, since we can't communicate, eh-eh
eh b (yo) I'm gonna write this motherfucker a letter (alright)
eh dogg, hand me my notebook (here you go, dogg)
Verse one:
To whom it may concern whoever you may be
Before you criticise, try to understand me
If this shit do a million everytime you drop it
Then you would be foolish to change the topic
I straight fiend for the cheddar, you know I got to get it
So I swing for the fence everytime I hit it
I been raised around the gangsta shit since elementary
With gz and the feds and the state penitentiary
I'm from the place where the enemies put the scope on you
And when the police pull you over they plant dope on you
But you do what you need to feed your kids and your girl
But you bastards don't even understand my world
What you know about bangin, drug distributin and lootin
Eviction notices and, drive-by shootin?
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
Chorus:
I do it all for the cash, scrilla and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap then I gotta sell blow
To whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
*repeat*
Verse two:
I done had it up to here with the ass kissin
Plus a nigga fed up with the media dissin
Politicians protest and hate like the rest
While niggas in the ghetto remain under stress
But I stay gangsta, keep bangin and hittin switches
While some west coast gz act like bitches
How the fuck you gonna speak against gangsta rap, nigga?
When that's what the fuck made you a gang of snaps, nigga
Fool was the shit, now how could you dare
Become a millionaire and forget what got you there?
Fuck that, I hit a stick laced with embalment fluid
And make jams that make ya b and c walk to it
I was able to bang the hood and pack a fo'-fo'
Avoid the po-po and become a rap pro
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
Chorus
Verse three:
I keep my pants saggin and my boxers showin
And nigga it's hoo bangin for life in case you ain't knowin
Look at the cops, I know they fed around and fiest out
Peepin me cos I'm a thug and the watches iced out
I got homies cookin chemicals like a chemist
Next thing ya know we're outta town with birds flippin like a gymnast
All we know is bang or boss so we're jugglin
Can't get a job with two strikes so we're drug smugglin
Wit heat on my back like I'm solar, wit a pistola
Mashin thru the ghetto witta car fulla yola
But I'd rather write rhymes and rap over beats
And if they ban that then a nigga still got to eat
In every situation poverty's what I'm facin
So I leave shell cases and keep my smoker's free basin
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
Outro:
Ps, all you punk motherfuckers out there
Hatin on us young niggas gettin all this money, eat a dick!
Cos we gon' stay rich, and continue to do our
Thang and forever hoo ridin and hoo bang, nigga
I'm gonna get you high today
Relax facin', facin' mind-bogglin' hallucinations
Easy does it till the skull get your lungs full
Take a deep [Incomprehensible], sit back 'cause Mack
Got that bu-yow shit that get'cha higher than wick-wack
Is hard as stone alone, it's always on
Never home-grown totin' 'cause the streets made me potent
Down since '84 now live for '95
Got it swingin' while some niggas bangin', I'm dope slangin'
For my everyday expenses, know the consequences
The bigger the sack, the bigger the sentence
No time for repentance, put it down, count the stripes
That I tally, runnin' backstreet's and alleys through Inglewood, Cali
So back the fuck up, don't act the fuck up
Never slip from the hit, triple-six in the clip when I trip
So busters beware, never dare to have qualms
With that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs
Take a hit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket
Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate
Thai, I Mack 1-0, gun ho
Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo
Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas
Tragic when you catch it, runnin' from my magic
New Jackin' got it crackin' like Nino's
Stackin' like casinos, bomb like the primos
Make your crack dough black, attack like karate
Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body
Leave ya numb, red rum, slug like a Dodger
Nothin' bomber than this West side ghetto ganga
Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems
Heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam
Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop
And it don't stop, I can't stop Mack 10 and it won't stop
So take a hit
(I'm gonna get you high today)
Shit, Mac 10
(But I'm gonna get you high today)
Shit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Got that one-hitter quitter shit so take a whiff
Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late night shift
Get my drift? Had it sewed up ever since I showed up
Cookin' up boulders, got a crew fulla soldiers
Claimin' B's, claimin' C's, everybody Gs
Went from laces to Deez, from mo' C's to Ki's
What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin'
Like your sane, I sippin', funky germ dippin'
Make you tweak, lose sleep, I creep like a phantom
Ran 'em then I win 'em, all up in 'em like venom
Got the lotions, slow motion, hit the magic potion
Don't panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions
Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out
Hides behind a stockin' while the bomb's tick-tockin'
Keep rockin' and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit
So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it
Take a hit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
What?
You ready to tell 'em
Listen, tell 'em about you, Fresh
We got them things, got them brains
Got a million dollars locked in the stock exchange
Told the dealer keep the change when I cop the rings
We lock the game, we got them things
I got 30 cars, lived a rich life
Like a hundred hoes and like three wives
All guns and no knives
(So serious)
I got 40 cars, fuck a bike
'Cause I don't ride 'cause I don't like
It's 3 T's and fuck nights
(So serious)
Well, I got a bike and that bitch on chrome
With a built in 2-way Motorola phone
I wear the nights 'cause my Reebok's torn, I'm
(So serious)
It's Inglewood, not Hollywood
Fuck the hills, I love the 'hood
I cook the work and I front the goods
(So serious)
Melcamean, Magnolia
Calio, we all soldiers
Outsidaz get fucked over
(So serious)
Downtown, Nino round
In the club parking lot goin' round and round
Police, what? skirr donuts, I'm
(So serious)
I don't talk about it, I be about it
I drive by and bust heat about it
In the front page, you'll read about it
(So serious)
I was taught about it, how to be about it
How to hustle 'cane, how to re-route it
If the fed's on me, nigga, I don't doubt it
(So serious)
Nigga please, money Hercules
I shake the flees, keep bitches on they knees
And build some trees with white tees, I'm
(So serious)
We got the dough, got the cars
Got them hoes, got them stars
Got them broads in Manosaga Twars
When I drop them draws, they like, "Oh my God"
2000, 2 0 2
Rag top that's candy blue
Fuck dubs, it's 22
(So serious)
Gotta 61 and a 62
And a 64 that's light blue
And I don't ride like a domoo
(So serious)
Got a blacked-out ree, all in league
Under the seat, keep the dessert eagle
Gotta call my biretta, make a nigga wetter
(So serious)
Than a crack head in the summertime with a sweater
All platinum, no good
Every album, million sold
C M R would never fold
(So serious)
Got a Bentley coup and 2 range
And my new spotter, it just came
Got work for you need them thangs
(So serious)
We the stars with the cars and the matching boats
I give away money 'cause I love my folks
Got the matching gators to go with them coats, I'm
(So serious)
Not one thang but two thangs
C M R and hoo bangin'
Where the work 'cause we do slang
(So serious)
We got the dough, got the cars
Got the hoes, got the stars
Got them broads in Manosaga Twars
When I drop them draws, they like, "Oh my God"
Don't give a fuck, where you're from, fuck with us
And I'm a show your pussy ass, we ain't scared to bust
From the CEO to the rest of us, we
(So serious)
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
And 211's and dope cases
And pit fights and street races
(So serious)
I'm tattooed and slugged up
Absolutely fucked up
Ridin' around in big trucks
(So serious)
Whatever you do, nigga, do it great
I'm a millionaire homie, it's about the cake
If fresh fuckin' made it, then the shit gonna shake, I'm
(So serious)
Night train and Koolaide
And Thunderbird and Gatoraide
And barrettes in my braid
(So serious)
Big stunner, Carleon
Godfather, Suga Don
Frank Nitty and Al Kapone
(So serious)
Thunderbird, Swiss Malt liquor
Tell ya mom you met a real ass nigga
That'll get you with the knife or get you with the trigga, I'm
(So serious)
Ice cube and Dr. Dre
And Easy-E they made the way
Connect gangin', NWA
(So serious)
We got the dough, got the cars
Got the hoes, we got the stars
[Incomprehensible]
Got them broads in Manosaga Twars
Outkast, B.G
Hot Boys, TLC
Trick Daddy and Wheezy-Whee
(So serious)
You don't know who DJ screw
Scarfaced nigga and gangsta boo
That nigga woof, treat a bitch like woof
(So serious)
Dominoes and I shoot dice
Had a gang of roaches and a few mice
Said, "Fuck it nigga, that's ghetto life"
(So serious)
Got 10 cheddar on my spread
White fox on my bed
With a stocking cap on my head
(So serious)
Bought ahead the new escalade
Where a Bush fuckin' fed, no, I'm so damn paid
For heaven sakes, right there with Bill Gates
(So serious)
I hit corners, slung blocks
Took hits and bust glocks
Keep it gansta, fuck cops
(So serious)
Ridin' on them OJ's
32's with big blades
With dog hoes that give us head
(So serious)
We got the dough, got the cars
Got the hoes, got the stars
[Incomprehensible]
Got them broads in Manosaga Twars
So serious
So serious
Speak on it, my nigga, speak on it
(And my heat goes)
Only in California
Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya
(Get your grind on)
Only in California
(California)
(Get your grind on)
Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya
(Run upon ya)
Ice Cube, the mutherfuckin' don
Snoop Doggy Dogg, a.k.a. Tha Doggfather
Mack 10, alias the Chicken Hawk, gangstas with rules
'Cause you the niggaz with no rules
(California)
Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose
Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda
I negotiate, "Mack is the shooter"
You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney
We break breads with accounts and attorneys
Currency never worry me
Who's got the balls to murder me?
Degree higher than a 33, tell 'em what you drank
Never tell 'em what you thinkin', never tell 'em where the body stankin'
Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, Bankin Franklin, what you thankin'?
Hope your man come with the ransom
Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome
If you don't drop off then walk off, watch him, watch him
Only in California
(Speak on it)
Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya
Only in California
(California)
Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya
(Run upon ya)
(Hey don't fuck)
Them West Coast niggaz is real set trippas
[Incomprehensible] zippas on a quest for them chippas
Slidin' while we ridin', not even hittin' switches
Hangin' at the high school gettin' at them young bitches
I got the dove sacks, homies love that
"Nigga, where the bud at?" Hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out
Hangin' at my grand mama house, homie burnt out
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun? An ounce and about five hun
So I put him on a move that I knew about
Hooked him with a homegirl from the South, good lookin' out
Money made, plug a playa in the game
Especially when he represent the same thing I claim
Damn, they don't make niggaz like they used to
That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce
'Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. Caviar
Only in California
Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya
Only in California
(California)
Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya
(Run upon ya)
What have we? A house full of cavi? No, stress
Well known ridas from different sides of the West
Got the hi-zoes lickin' up so hard, we stickin' up
Niggaz tired of the bullshit so we all clic it up
Nigga, please, we ain't trippin' off C's and B's
It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's
For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'
Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin', now, how did that happen?
It's all good, fool so peep game if you could
Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood
Now, you despise 'cause it came to yo surprise
Two well known enemies now becoming allies
In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way
Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray
Well, gangstas don't dance, we hang boogie and bang
So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang
Only in California
Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya
Only in California
(California)
Where niggaz pull heat and run upon ya
(Run upon ya)
There we have it, Ice motherfuckin' Cube, the big fish
Rollin' with the atomic dog, Snoop Doggy Dogg
Down with the ring leader, Mack motherfuckin' 10
Coming back once again, nigga, we make and spend, nigga
And my heat goes, and my heat goes
And my heat goes, and my heat goes
And my heat goes
Boom boom boom, boom boom boom
And my heat goes
Boom boom boom, boom boom boom
And my heat goes
Boom boom boom, boom boom boom
And my heat goes
Boom boom boom, boom boom boom
And my heat goes, I'll be dammned
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh (Mack 10)] x1
All I do
Is think about fuckin' you (Yo)
Got me gone, Pussy won't let me go home (That bitch is ba ba ba ba bad)
Trick and cash, Just so I can hit that ass (Ba ba ba ba bad....Yo)
Your the one, Want for you to have my son
BITCH YOU BAD
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I had this bitch name Katrina, that lived in Pasadena
It's like my dick would get hard, every time I seen her
She had bold legs, ass, and a big fat clit
I gotta admit, I even spoiled this bitch a little bit
The homies said I was trickin' and actin all mooshy
Yeah but call it what you want, she had some bomb ass pussy
Smart as fuck educated pretty little hoe
You know the kind a bitch you really didn't mind doin' shit fo'
Hell I bought the bitch cars, gucci, and prada
Plus it wasn't shit for me to just slide her a few dollars
Man one of us caught up, the ass was on stack
I used to love to pull up hair when I fucked her from the back
I used to spank her ass choke her deep dick and ruff sex
She said she like it like that, she was from the projects
She used to look back smile and say I love you boo
And shit the pussy was so good, I'd say I love you too
Fuck It
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh (Mack 10)] x1
All I do
Is think about fuckin' you
Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home (That bitch is ba ba ba ba bad)
Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass
Your the one, want for you to have my son
BITCH YOU BAD
[Verse 2: Mannie Fresh]
When the sex is like incredible, nigga you been there before
You don't wanna call her a hoe, but you know deep down she is a hoe
Gotta her name tatooed up on yo' chest
bitch always pushin up nuthin but mess
Gotcha keys, (?) , but you ain't push the caine
every time you see them breast
Parents goin, what a shame, gave that bitch yo last name
She came through and scooped you like a serious verious hurracaine
She fucked you, sucked you, treat you nice
suckd yo' nuts with a lot of ice
Make you cum not once but twice
then make you some eggs and rice
Pussy's like a hustle, she got you you with her muscle
No need to fight and tussle, let it go don't russell
Big girls swalla, little girls spit
if I was in yo shoes I'd be hooked on that shit
Playa I been there before, had myself a bad hoe
Fuck DMX, that groupNEXT, and even boned that nigga Jewel
Stutta..Stutta..Mutha Fucka mouth was the shit
Now I know why the whole music industry love that bitch
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] x1
[Verse 3: Mack 10]
I been a bread winner and a gold dayton spinner
And I like a high class hoe with a little ghetto in her
This cah money now and as a matter of fact
I think these hoes is scheming cause I signed my contract
Had this cute little blood bitch I knew from high school
She said, "You drive a gang porshe, but that new bentley is wooo".
Man this bitch was ghet-to and had a little spanish look
Ass was like a basketball her hair was off the hook
The tightest little gang bang bitch I ever seen
Lift her ratted dress up the bitch would be a fuckin' queen
On the low slide the hoe, some sticky green just to kick it
Gave her some shopping money she through a hood picknick
I ain't never been a nigga to straight romance a hoe
But Laniqua had a bombin her thang and 1-O
And I could give a fuck about what the next nigga say
Cause if money got this pussy, then shit I got to pay ya' heard
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] x2
BITCH YOU BAD.......BITCH YOU BAD.......BITCH YOU BAD
featuring WC K Mac CJ Mac Binky Boo Kapone
Techniec Thump MC Eiht Tha Roadawgs
[Mack 10]
Hoo Bangers (WASSUP!!!)
Y'all ready? (FO' SHO'!!!!)
Well let's do this shit
I'ma start this bitch off and y'all run it check it uhh
On your marks get set go for what you know
It's the #1 crew in your area doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I buy my '57 Rag until my '98 Jag
And just roll all over the town on 20 inch wheels
and just, brag all about the mils I made on mic skills
I slang and do my thang keepin niggas on amp
It's Mack 10 kickin shit from the Hoo-Bangin camp
[K-Mac]
Haha (nigga)
I just, wake up and ball y'all (Whattup K-Mac?)
Comrade criminals and y'know we fades em all (That's right)
I'm hittin six on the teatley
And I'm ridin on you busters cos that's how it gotta be (It got to be)
Niggas please, Cadillacs on Deez (on Deez)
and in the middle of the winter, it's still 89 degrees (That's right)
We's die hard, pullin job nigga's hall cards
Best to check our records cos we's smack ???? ???? (That's right)
[Techniec]
I kill a nigga ten times, leave em on concrete (Whattup Techniec?)
Tight shit make ya say "Damn, Tech got bomb heat" (Hahaha)
First nigga that speak like "I don't believe you"
first nigga who face touch ass fore before his knees do (God DAMN!)
Nigga, I ain't tryin to please you, know that
I'm no joke, black, you can quote that, I wrote that
I hold Mac's with 2-1's
plus the deuce-5's at my side so I got two guns (That's right)
Chorus:
It don't stop til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap tryin to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them straight B's and C's
[MC Eiht]
G'yeah (Wassup? Whattup Eiht?)
Ready to go to war, I take you to war
Hoo-Bangin as I buck thru your passenger door (BUCK BUCK)
Bust, grab your bitch and tell her hit the floor (Hit the deck, bitch)
Give it a fuck, blood pour, what we came here for (That's right)
Til I die, why camoflage? I'm in a Dodge (Wassup nigga?)
Your homies can't see me, I'm greedy, call me Idi
Speedy, the fire spits, kicks like the Last Dragon
Connects the clock wit the Glocks, g'yeah
[CJ Mac]
I'm a motherfuckin Westside gangbang, low ride nigga (Yeah)
A 600 Benz ride, Cristal sipper (Nigga)
You don't wanna fuck with me, you're high, nigga (What?)
Fuck with this here, you disappear, listen to me clear
6-double 0 bang, ace double O gang
Run up in banks and run trancs, what's my fuckin name? (What's my name?)
CJ L-A-Richwold, right here for the scrap
Less risk for the roller, killin niggas over
[WC]
So-so bangin, steady and packin on chrome, up under the *?could?*
Swingin packages from SC to Inglewood
Runnin up on ya, puttin em on ya wit these knuckle hammers, mayn
It's the shadiest ridah loc, quick to let the barrel claim
Dub-C, one of the last niggas you wanna get wit, with these things I'm
'quipped with
Bitch, I'm a couple of sandwiches away from a picnic
Clippin nothin but hoggs, I'm from the seaside of the walls
What's connectin with these doggs? Nigga, ballin til we fall
[Boo Kapone]
???? knees and C's, slangin CD's
overseas, the Vietnamese and Japanese (Uhh)
Ya get got, your ass'll get shot
Have you on your hands and knees like you was makin sulac
What's the plot? Nigga, from here to Reno
Boo Kapone got three cases up in Chino (Nigga)
I smash, I blast for the cash, I smoke hash
I ripped your ass in half, don't niggas do the math? (Niggas)
Chorus
[Binky]
Y'ALL DON'T WANNA GET DOWN! Fuck y'all fools
YA BEST LAYDOWN! Get clowned when we spray your whole town
The Jock Coon aka Binky Mac, nigga!
Porsche or gat? Put you flat then I ditch my strap (Throw it away)
What's the haps, mayn? Jockin a whole crap game
Mack 10 put a nigga on in, so now I Hoo-Bang (get yours, nigga)
New Jordans with my usual P hat
B-Mac, if I ever go broke I'm grabbin my ski mask
[Thump]
Nigga, I'm a baller, Inglewood dweller, ho seller
Schemin for the pussy four times, do your duty
Bustle up in this and tatted up
Live and die for the West, but ain't had enough
It's a Hoo-Bang thang, they say a "Nigga, where ya homey be?" like
(Don't slow your roll) Too late I'm banged out
I'm livin crucial, do this here on major *?zera?*
I live for violence and motherfuckers feel the terror
[Tha Roadawgs]
RISE UP when you other fools is fallin
The Dawgs is who you gon' call, we on the ball like Spalding
Trick, it's the infamous Macs from the I
Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go from low-to-high
Drive by, yeah G loves swamp rat and thug dumpin
bumpin, see me from Roadawgs, always into somethin
like NWA, Hoo-Bangin, the R-E-C-I-P-E, yeah
We fades em all, like Jamal
It's Westside Connect gangbang or ball? (Nigga)
Just ask the lil' homey Do Dirty
We get drunk and start beatin fools up at the pool party
Chorus (x2)
[Mack 10]
Yeah, gettin ours, Westside Connect OGz
Hoo-Bang for the cheese, nigga
You know about this crew
Try to see it or L-I-G it, nigga, wuz happenin?
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I'd be like damn! This shit is unbelievable (What?!)
Now a days - ah nigga can't even bust a hoe
Just like this one broad I seen her on my show (Uh-huh!)
The bitch called herself Mack C-1-0 (Damn!)
Then the gangsta boogie on rock and throwin bows (Whoa!)
Man, this bitch eat more cassie and conrows
I told her next time, let the pussy get it drippin
Bitch, puts some dick in your life, now quit trippin (Haha!)
She said " Motherfuck you, I'm takin it and I'm strong
I don't wan' no dick, all I need is a cool tongue " (Oh shit)
I said " Well I'll be damn, this one is gon' too far
You hoes got liquor ices like a neighborhood bar "
Plus all this twist it shit just bad for your health
Now bitch, what the fuck named you over your freaky self
She said " Cause I so - I tote for free
if you want your bitch - keep a ass away from me ", ya heard me
[Chorus - 2x]
{*Woman harmonizing*}
She said she wan' no dick at all
She said she rather lick 'em click and balls
[Verse 2: Skoop Delania]
Now tell me what I gotta do to get the kick?
Without the bullshit like a dick is for bittin
What a deal here you rather go chick on chick
With no dick when you fuckin? Just click to click
I should read between the line but I was buggin and shit
By thinkin a pears tongue wants a suckin a dick
Yeah you had me fool a turch go where you say
But we ??? P.I. peanuts everythang
They tellin me about your man he was first in your last
Now demansion all the drag how we hurt you in your past (Awww!)
And now female the D6 the tits in ya knees
Cause niggas al-ways got a trick up off they sleeves (yeah deep dick)
But on the real though is the askin is still no
But you rather have a hoe strap on dildo (Oh shit, what is that?)
Basically the broads act like ain't missin a dick
But they rather bump up each other cock just lay up and lick
Damn! - ain't that some fucked up shit!
[Chorus- 2x]
{*Woman harmonizing*}
She said she wan' no dick at all
She said she rather lick 'em click and balls
[Verse 3: E-40]
(I smell that, Mack dime, Mack dime)
I say a woman can please woman and the the man can please a woman
The woman knows what woman like? But I don't believe the hype(hype)
I done ran across this type I done duck off of the few dice
I done made of ruler be thinkin plumber and a lay pipe (what else?)
I used to think of her about a year and half ago (Yooo!)
How we contramatic like a water and ? Mexico (Mexico)
Cracker say that! oh I used to lake that
I pulled her panty to the side to let her take a ride (ride)
Right bitches, All Night bitches, Fight bitches
On the middle of we all together bitches
Suck around and turn the party out
????? corner over to retaliate cowards be out
Now that's a rib out - the whole protect it Pow
Hotta Pow, lexible a - allegible
Irresistible called kiss a pow
Nigga you tryin anything to get, you try sexual (you try sexual, what?!)
[Chorus - 4x]
{*Woman harmonizing*}
She said she wan' no dick at all
She said she rather lick 'em click and balls
{*E-40 ad libs and fades*}
[Mack 10]
Every time I get my hands on
I try to make you dub, with my chips wouldn't stack
Than man I wouldn't hustle
I'm legal dog - I got the same desert eagle dog
When birds fly out of my hands
And to my people dog - Ya understand
The white man can't fuck with me
I Hoo-Bang in the streets Hoo my company
Papered up beyond mother fucker's belief
A millionaire patrolling the city streets
See the flames burning in my eyes mother fucker?
Cause if you sleep on it you get these dreams mother fucker
I ain't the one like I said, "I want it all"
And like my Conrads, time to wake up and ball
Call shots, have it ready - soft and rocked
Let all my neighbor hood fiends
Come to scrap all the pots
Let my little B.G.'s run the hood spots
And if it's funked than my killers come to shut down the block
[Mack 10 (Chorus)]
If I throw a chicken up and that bitch start flipping
Nigga that's mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin' - Hoo banging and dippin'
Nigga that's mathematics
I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga that's mathematics
With my super bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real all because of mathematics
[Mack 10]
I work for mines - let my work, work for me
I make my ends - my friends buy their work from me
Money is me - that folding on those switches is me
Went out on the seat and out with all those bitches is me
I make money while I'm sleeping
Cause money don't sleep - money is up seven days of the week
Three-sixty-five if you grind than it pays
I don't mind as long as your one-o is straight
Put some bread on this plate plus a little rate
That I give mines with a tape how to grind
I'ma leave my dent in the game like ripples
As a kid, even tried to make my lunch my triples
Stack it up, how do you think I bought that first double up?
The (?) and that other shit I hustled up - mathematics
That's just how I look at it
With enough carrots to feed a whole hood of rabbits
[Mack 10 (Chorus)]
If I throw a chicken up and that bitch start flipping
Nigga that's mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin' - Hoo banging and dippin'
Nigga that's mathematics
I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga that's mathematics
With my super bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real all because of mathematics
[Mack 10]
Everything is to the good now I'm living how I wanna
I got dope around the world and got some still on the corner
If you broke come and see me, I got shit for you to do
I got a class on how to make one bird turn in two
I'm a connected shot caller - pure bread baller
All I do is try to make my money flip like quota quarters
If money is the root to all evil than I'm (?)
And money is a race on mind so I'm cheating
I don't want shit subtracted - everything added
I didn't look back for shit since I hit bird status
And now I pack clips like Glaydis with no tips
Just a whole bunch of bloods and a whole bunch of crips
And a whole bunch of bitches when I rock the microphone
And my key to success is thirty-six hard zones
With my mind on a dub, re-up and stack cabbage
And I'm a walking proof of the signs of mathematics
[Mack 10 (Chorus)]
If I throw a chicken up and that bitch start flipping
Nigga that's mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin' - Hoo banging and dippin'
Nigga that's mathematics
I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga that's mathematics
With my super bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real all because of mathematics
[Mack 10 talking]
Yeah nigga this CMR and Hoo-Bangin' for life
Nigga don't get it fucked up and its straight nothing but mathematics
Around here and incase you didn't know nigga that's money
All this mother fucking ice and chrome wheels everywhere
And if you ain't bout' that then fuck you in your ass you
Hating ass nigga, hey Fresh let this shit bump homie
Hey, hey, hey, baby, check it out
I'm K-Dee an' that's my nigga, Mack 10 over there
Now he gotta be cooler than the nigga that you sittin' with
So pump yo' brakes 'cause here comes the G, Foe Life
That's right, uh, what the fuck you smilin' at? Right
It's that nigga, Westside swingin'
Heat, I'm bringin' like I'm bangin', slangin', khakis hangin'
Took the script an' I'm flippin' it, got bustas straight trippin' it
Never thought Mack 10'll be the new nigga rippin' shit
Real G style on a funky freestyle
Solo flow, show with my bitch an' my lolo
Gettin' my floss on as I slide my locs on
Hit the corna', bitch, hold on, Danas is what I roll on
So watch yo' step, quiet, it's kept on the leak
I blast, I don't stick the different nigga in the click
As I kick rhymes, niggas pick mines from the stack
Threw the roof on the sack, then cut the 'lac front an' back
On all gold, hundred spoke D's when I skis
Nigga, please, wannabe G's don't wanna see these
Straight from killa Cali, it's like the Valley of Death
Of who's left, I'll be a G 'til my very last breath
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's
Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride
Feelin' high as I ride from the West to the Eastside
On them switches, went from rags to riches
All snitches must die, I can't lie, I like them hoochie bitches
Though I know that a hoe is a gamble
Scandal hard to handle them dookie braids an' sandals
That's how I like it, hike it, touchdown, then spike it
Then pipe it so tough, they can't gripe it, right
So if it's on from uh, dusk 'til dawn
Keep it crackin', stay packin' as long as niggas jackin'
Mackin' like Goldie, bumpin' nothin' but oldies
Reminiscin', tilt the 40's when I vibe the dead homies
Yeah, I wanna say what's up to all my deceased homeboys
From the West an' Eastside, didn't make it to see this rap
Oh yeah, it's still Mack 10, Foe Life
Puttin' it down like this here
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's
Down for the dirt, I sport khakis and a white t-shirt
Slangin' work, got the big birdies that don't chirp
I came up from a crawler, now my stack is taller
Big baller, shot caller, movin' shit like a U Hauler
So now it's on like that an' I'm rollin'
Controllin' the 'hood, guns about a boat swollen
Back arms tatted, so tweed can get gatted
Cavi, water, weed or speed, what you need? 'Cause I have it
So come through, run through an' uhh, smell the vapors
Won't be no set trip if it's all about paper
Down with the Lynch Mob, I can't go wrong
Well known an' it's on bankin' corners in my Brougham
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G
Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's
LBC and the ING
f/ Snoop Dogg
[Snoop Dogg talking]
Hahaha, yeah.
You're about to witness something you never thought you'd witness
before.
Check this out.
[Snoop Dogg]
Welcome to the house the D-O double G built
We got honey, cream, silk and milk
We make that big bank and keep that big shank
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take
Nigga don't think Dogg slips at all
I make chips for crips and the beat dogs
True niggas, do niggas, hey you niggas
Can't get with us cuz we rip shit up
It's Mack Dime, and D-O dub
Here's a toast to the most, westcoast love
Fo sho though, I let you know from the get go
Pullin on my endo, rollin through the Wood with my kin dog
[Mack 10]
Not De La Soul, but fresh on parole
Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole
I'm know to the peoples as the Inglewood swanger
Been rollin gold Danas since a BG banger
It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin
And niggas say we bangin cuz our colors be flamin
But I'd rather push crack, let the bank roll stack
I show Snoop how to whoop and then I front him a sack
[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing about it is that the niggas kept it true
Inglewood family is what they claim to bang
Street Rue and Maddog, I think that was his name
But anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
[Hook:] X 3
Long Beach, with the ING
[Mack 10]
I'm makin green in the rap scene from coast to coast
And rollin three wheel motion from the woods to the ocean
See Snoop and Tray Dee in the LBC
And wasn't nobody trippin, just cool as can be
No harm up in (?) so the hatas got bigger
But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold plated trigger
And that's fo sho though, you know how it go
Jump in the low low and bang with the homies, fuck a hoe
So keep away crack and leave your bullet proof vest
Dogg there ain't no need for that, we headed west to the QS
Game recognize game, and it always should
It's all good and you niggas got a passion, Inglewood
Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like Monie
That's on the one and only I keep the big homies for the phonies
So let it be known, from my hood to your town
That connect game niggas is straight down with the Pound
[Snoop Dogg]
Now all my peoples in the LBC pull up a chair and have a dime bag on me
See we be DPGin this, we in this thang to make hits and bump a
bitch and maintain
Cuz the more better you get, the more cheddar you get
The more shit you talk, the more wet up you get
See, I found out quick, don't say shit
Just take care of yours, and handle it quick
Yeah, it don't stop for Biggie or Tupac
Niggas been gettin shot on my block
But we got to make a change and the thang is this
I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist
But I wish upon a star
To stay down with Mack Dime, pushin caviar
The real recognize the real, I'll kill for that nigga
ING DPG, deal with it nigga, for real
[Hook] X 2
[Snoop Dogg]
They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame
Some claim twenty crip but most claim insane
See it's not a lifestyle, it's a full time job
And if you live in Long Beach, it's like a macabre
>From blunt to blunt, everybody's bad
And if you don't know where you at you better tuck in your rag
Push heat on the street, with Chuck D's on his feet
Makin money slangin tapes up out the Compton swap meet
[Mack 10]
Up jumps the boogie some niggas gang bang
So keep a big steel if it's a real G Thang
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm callin all hogs
It's connect gang rollin with the Pound and Snoop Dogg
And everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be
It's Long Beach with the Ingle dub O-O-D city
[Hook] (till fade)
Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker and the Hoo Bangin' affiliates
I know you ain't think you was gon' see this niggas, nope
East coast, west coast, it's all the same
Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10, speak on it, Joe, niggas what
At times I feel like blastin' myself, endin' it all
Niggas on my same team be prayin' I fall
Tellin' the feds, that I'm still cappin' the raw
Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe
Boy George-in it, livin' the life of the fortunate
Show you how warm my fuckin' coffee get
My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?
Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin'
But it appears your empire's fallen
Fuckin' with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one
The same cats you get terroria from
East coast, west coast, man it's all the same
Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame
It's still insane, since the flow track
Blowin' your whole back, with the Mack, we'll let ya know black
It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby
It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby
Check what you never thought, Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York
Spittin' thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest 'cuz killers walk in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you talkin' like you crazy, barkin' like you eighty
Or have you crawlin', walkin' like a baby
Don't try to play me 'cuz I'm not a playa
Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin' before I have to kill somebody
That's how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon' mug you
And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in
Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin' your kid, how to ride his bike today
It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby
It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby
I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya
And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try
Hoo Bangin' affiliates is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit
Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real niggas push big weight and big sacks
Y'all said it was cool, I got to okay this
I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this
It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be precise
If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life
From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks
Hit Doja like we supposed to, sippin' on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin
It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby
It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
F/ eazy-e, mc eiht
Mack 10: do some shit with my niggas from the cpt, ha ha
you ready eiht?
Mc eiht: yeah, c'mon
Verse 1: mack 10
I was born to ride, bangin, pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandliss freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks
Moms said, 'mack, baby watch for danger'
I said, 'momma don't you know I'm a real gangbanger? '
I can't switch over night and be good
And I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
So I walked out the door, hopped in the regal
Twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle
Got a deuce fired at scoob's, I need a gat
So I stopped and got the tech from my g homie wreck
He said, 'mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated
And here's the extra clip incase you might need it'
Get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on
Throw the hoo-bang plack in the back and your ride on
Chorus:
Ride for me, i'ma ride for you
You hoo-bang, I hoo-bang, so we all a crew
Get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
Nobody rides like these killas from the west
Ride for me, i'ma ride for you
You hoo-bang, I hoo-bang, so we all a crew
Get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best
Nobody rides like these killas from the west
Verse 2: eazy e
1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin e with a chrome to your dome
Cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top
I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block
Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin
Keep the gat in my lap 'cause I'm fully strapped
For the car jackers, but no haps 'cause I pack a
Tech 9, plus a a-k 47
Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
Peep, nigga I don't sleep
Bury muthafuckas in the concrete
You try to creep kinda slow in a astro
But I'm peepin niggas out in my left window
So I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more
Yo, they call me motherfuckin john doe
Chorus
Verse 3: mc eiht
Real thugs roll 'cause the westside's sick
Which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip
Slick, but not like rick, the gang story
G's kill and ain't shit funny like joe corry
Don't make me laugh 'cause I'm on the wrong the path
Catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath
Slang strike to make money, now ain't that simple?
That silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple
Watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo
Keep the calico with extra ammo
So and so gets blasted, to the casket
Never seen these westside g's face, we masked it
Ya'll best be defeat and be discreet
Catch the hot heat from across the street
Take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
Retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy
Chorus
Ugh, mc eiht in the muthafuckin house
(yeah, hoo-bang one time)
Yeah, ha
(hoo-bang two times)
Rest in peace eazy e
(the hiphop thugsta)
(yeah)
Fa sho
(mack dime)
Come on, ugh
(all day baby, all day baby)
H.O.E.K.
f/ Ice Cube, K-Dee
Intro: [Ice Cube]
Oh
Shake your ass
K-Dee bayby
He's hard on his hoez
[K-Dee]
This is H.O.E.Killa all day (thrilla)
Pussy thrilla come in smootha than a miller
Genuine draft ben you in half
Fishin' cuz my mish in is to getin you and stab
You with this ginsoo then you ah see that I don't give a fuck
I'm trip off them hoez that say they neva suck... dick
But I'm to slick I bet I make them switch
Then you hear me scream "make the music with yo mouth bitch"
I play em hard Bogard when I met em like Rochelle
Ooh suck dick so swell
Yea it don't stop jus uh get it get it
Head down ass up so I can hit it hit it
Uh Its on like that always look in fo some action
Make in em neva breath again like that hoe name Toni Braxton
Call me the boat knocka I blast like banoka
Oh my I can't deny I'm high off that cho-co-late
Ty get my clown on daily
Don't nutt in come free see bitch this is K-Dee
Still try in ta lan this skanless brotha
Uh notha claim inn true from the crew that unda cova
Still Lench Mob in got ta let them bitches know
Flow original I got ta let my richies grow
So check one check two test these nuts uh
I'm them guts of these hoez with the big butts
I dig um smack um slap um on the ass
Out with a tank full of gas and pocket full of cash
I'm paid in fact I'm ah mack with 10
Times mo game now tell me who you blame
[Ice Cube]
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
[K-Dee] H.O.E.K. all muthafuckin day
[Ice Cube]
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
[K-Dee] H.O.E.K. all muthafuckin day
[Ice Cube]
Mack 10 comin' straight outta plain Inglewood
He got to ?? on your hoez
Uh, and you know that, and you know that
[Mack 10]
I knew this girl name Wonda that drove a Honda wagon
A bad ass bitch but always bragin
About this, that and the other
It's like every nigga ballin' was her big brother
She knew the 411 on everyone of them
But swore up and down she wasn't fuckin' with none of them
Had niggas on her like decals buyin' her jewells
Cause the ass was like booyah
She was the perfect bitch
Let her tell it but the hoe was full of so much bullshit
I could smell it
And I could tell she was a no good ho
Cause she always want to meet the niggas that I know (like Cube)
First Cube, K-Dee and I bet
If you let me mention Pooh
Then the bitch I'll get soken wet
Wantin' to do it just to say she done it
Let him nut on her stomach
Cause he got a five hunit
Benzo but you know how hos is
They itchin' fo the chickens and the niggas in show biz
With out the chips no dips or the hotteys
But 10 I'll kick a bitch like he doin' karate
In the body round house to the ribs with the gangsta boots
Man I brakes they ass off to the roots
This H.O.E.K. all muthafuckin day
And wouldn't have it no other way
So lock the door hit the floor
And if you hear any noise
You know is that nigga Mack 10 nuttin up on a hoe
[Ice Cube]
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
[K-Dee] H.O.E.K. all muthafuckin day
[Ice Cube]
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
[K-Dee] H.O.E.K. all muthafuckin day (X3)
You can hear it bumpin' through the door
It's a party jumpin' on the floor
And from the way it sound, it ain't no doubt (What's up)
That the West coast is in your mouth
Yeah, yeah
It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me
So pour me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me
I'm a hustler, gettin' cash like crazy
Hard grindin' pays me, work ethic is never lazy
Block hugger, the hood raised me
And she, won't be happy till she lays me
No, you never seem to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
'Cause my name sparkin' like a street king
'Cause I mixed the Hoo-Bang thing with the bling bling
A whole lot of haters out there, it seem
But I flip 'em all off and keep doin' my thing
I'm a boss about when I Inglewood swing
Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring
Now ding-ding, let the bell ring
And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring, sing
It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Look, you local cats is just small potatoes
No names 'cause this addressed to all the haters
From the Wood, there is none greater
Mack the headliner and y'all are spectators
Remember ?Foe Life? I put the Wood in it
And looked out for you when your own hood didn't
And plus you forgot who was payin' your bills
Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal
For me good livin', y'all independently rhymin'
You got the hustle game backwards, you nickel and dimin'
Oh, hip-hop classics, I make 'em and got 'em
And your group, ain't been heard of past the bottoms
I can't go to my turf and mingle with my Gs
I got one word to say about that one (What?) ?Please?
Chicken hawks, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing
And all this hatin' just let me know I'm doin' my thing, sing
It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Hoo-Bang, Hoo ride
All day, all night
Throw dubs up high
Westside foe life
Hoo-Bang, Hoo ride
All day, all night
Throw dubs up high
Westside foe life
Now tell me, is it the deuce-ones on the Bentley
The lowriders, the mansions, is that why you resent me
Smile in my face and act so friendly
Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy
Say bro, what part of the game is that
You got ways like a dame and how lame is that
Actin' like a groupie around famous cats
And it's strange, you don't have no shame in that
I got your card, playboy, but I ain't trippin'
You know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin'
Get dough by bunches, donatin' and tippin'
Let it ride on the Harley, and 6-4 dippin'
Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean
I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but green
Avoid the haters and for the party scene
Copped a rock from the D-R to make their heads ring, sing
It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Mack 1-O, Hoo-Bangin' foe life
And it don't quit
Take a picture trick, yeah
Take a picture trick, yeah
It might make you rich
Westside riders, baby
I'm screamin' as I'm dreamin', I see evil bad spirits
So I wake up in the middle of the night to write lyrics
In a cold sweat, heard magnums in my dreams, my ears ring
So this time on the mic, I bring horror like Stephen King
All my good times are turned bad like the Evan's
Seen hundreds get wounded but like a thousand 187's
Everybody that was so real, they were now phony
And the nigga that used to be my homie, shit he turned on me
I got a 45 that spit hot lead that'll drill him
The nigga know too much about me, so it's a must that I kill him
If it's time available at the shrink, man I need to spend it
'Cuz now I see the chair rockin', but ain't nobody in it
I'm psycho like Norman Bates in the fresh side of my mind
And all I think about is comittin' redrums like 'The Shining'
So Lord please help me and forgive me for my sins
And tell me, why do I deserve the twilight zone that I'm in?
Somebody ease the pain, I need a shot of novacaine
Or angel dust smoke circulatin' through my brain
So who got the slaughter water, la la the brain killer
I got five on it, four stick, to the first dealer
With no screws left, it's like my head is now hollow
I'm so crazy seems like my own shadow's scared to follow
Ain't that a bitch, 1-O caught up in the horror show
But ain't no popcorn or bon bons, it's all Teflons nigga
I keep a 44, everywhere I go
It's 1-O in the ghetto horror show
I keep a 44, everywhere I go
It's 1-O in the ghetto horror show
I'm slangin' nocous on the boulders, keys, O-Z's and quarters
Come along, get up, stand up, and come and get your sack
I'm bustin' nigga's hearts with this motherfuckin' crack
I'm sayin' please oh please oh please, give me just one more hit
Now I'm surrounded by skinny motherfuckers with glass dicks
I'll jack Jack and Jill, smack Bill Clinton and his bitch
Tell Po Po they can't fade me, I'll kill him and his snitch
I'm a bad influence, I'm a bad influence
And motherfuckers don't wanna know what I'll tell these fuckin' kids
Fuck school nigga, bang with me
Why you gotta get a job nigga, slang with me
Listen, my 44 protects ya if any nigga tries to test ya
Nigga who the fuck is you? I'm Peer Pressure
Took the last bit of the thorazine, I'm at the end of the rainbow
There ain't no fuckin' pot of gold, just the ghetto horror show
There we go
I keep a AK everywhere I go
It's Jayo in the ghetto horror show
I keep a AK everywhere I go
It's Jayo in the ghetto horror show
I got to testify, I grew up in this ghetto horror
Justaora got me spittin' from the ghetto Torah
Ghetto bible survival, I'm hittin' rivals in their vitals
Tryin to rob titles, from livin' idols
I give recitals on the drugs, to sex, to county checks to Lex
Your respect from the hot techs
And it's the same for me 'cuz the fame don't wipe away the black
Westside can't react
Braniac with this maniac, get to losin' 'fore the schools get to oozin'
And your bitch get to twosin'
The niggas at 600 pools and like the Pope
Get on the fuckin' city, F niggas like to vote
It's the horror, no tomorrow in your eyes
But look at me nigga, I believe I can fly
You believe, you can die, well, shit it might happen
I believe I can rhyme and look, I start rappin' nigga
I keep a tech 9 everywhere I go
It's Ice Cube in the ghetto horror show
I keep a tech 9 everywhere I go
It's Ice Cube in the ghetto horror show
What is time? Huh, time is divided by two
Before it happens and after it happens
Right now, we callin' it the ghetto horror show
Mack Dime, come on Scarface, Mack demand the respect
X to tha Z Xzibit, c'mon [Incomprehensible], it's true, we bang
I got trouble rhymes to a death the troubled times
A double nine incase niggas get out of line
And heaven knows that I tried to change
But in the mist of trying to be a better man
Trouble is all I can seem to see
And the fact is I know tomorrow isn't promised to me
So from this day forth I'll be all I can be
My brother turned his back on me
Got to be my own man
Regardless of what the stakes is, I'ma play my own hand
And I'm tired of being let down by my so called friends
Regardless to the blood shed and no tears in the end
Father, please forgive for I have sinned forgive us all
But I ain't to blame the lunatics wearing my heart
And I think I gotta build another wall
'Cause I don't want the world to see me
'Cause maybe these demons will try to end me
I'm exhausted and my body's sleepy
Never the less it's hard to rest, I'm a nervous wreck
I walk with the stress
I use to walk around with a vest
But now a days I be like, "Fuck it dog
You fuck with me I gots to fuck with ya'll"
And make ends is just another word for pay back
Paying you back today for this grudge that I had way back
You niggas I grew up with wouldn't play with that
I send you bitches to the morgue with holes in your head
No remorse, why you think my niggas taught me to ball?
'Cause I be walking around in designer suits?
In fact these niggas know that I'm the truth
Always scandalous, eye before I shoot
For disrespect [Incomprehensible] there is no excuse
Calling the choices
No respect, respect is respect
X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known
X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known
I play with psychotic, lunatic, gang da rang shit
You know that walk up dome nigga close range shit
Mack 10 probably licked out so deep I dream on it
Locate my pray and [Incomprehensible] and put my red dot beam on it
Put the hammer lot squeeze on it with the dope kick in
Fuck a rage feel the 44 shot deep with in
Bitch niggas can't fuck with true niggas by nature
And believe me dog you got a problem on your hands if I hate ya
I'll make [Incomprehensible] spit flames like a K nigga
Now close your eyes, pray nigga I swear it's your day nigga
Got so much dope off it's like a crack storm to me
And your heart is so gone but your ass belongs to me
Using my colors against me but this time stay true
Ain't no body to blame shoot, for you now being through
Plus and make one move to the game
When your scandalous living trife
That's when you fuck with a real nigga gotta pay with your life
X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known
X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known
You say, I can't hustle well, hell if I can't
I keep my nose to the grind and go hard to the paint
With a ki of that white or a pound of that dank
And if it's dank it gotta be sticky and stank
It's the dope dealer 1-0 the powder pusher
You's a pussy so you's a dusher and blood gusher
I'ma Inglewood swangin', I'ma rep Hoo-Bangin'
I'ma let my nuts hangin', I'ma do tha damn thangin'
I fuck all bitch niggas and slap up hoes
And shatter windows with K's and chemicals
So when the funk kick is on
We don't need a show stopper
Get the rangin' east poppers
Squeeze and waving east choppers
Fuck around with this shit and get your wig split
Either do it myself or just pay for your hit
It's the chicken hard passion
And I'm never letting up
Anything in my way best believe I'm wetting up
X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known
X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known
Gangsta?
Mikkey Finest
Ah King Pin's Dream
Mack 10, Inglewood
I'm nigga Mikkey
Chi-Town, Birdman
Listen, whatcha got nigga?
I got a trouble find bitches in the kitchen and they cooking it row
Realisting feams like stitches with the hooker in they chow
Fuck the law, man, I'm known for cooking it row
'Til the cops just chill, I got something for y'all
I got a Bentley and the Hummer and they sittin on 'em daters
I got a hot power lawyer with the million retater
South-South, Westside, man, I own my city
Got judges on my pay roll like [Incomprehensible]
International with my game, I ball with the best
Birdman, Down-South, Mack 10 out West
Fuck with my money, put to put the mack to yo' chest
Want war? I take it there or rather tattooed to there
See them Cash Money niggas, how can I iced like 'em
Cooking coke from the pill-up, it's got a prices like 'em
You know a nigga wheel slip, I got a wife like him
You heard a Micheal Jordan right, I got a life like him
I'ma mothafuckin' hustla, y'all know the game
Chi-Town Mikkey Flow, y'all know my name
Game is risky but a nigga rather died the fame
And live life, broken hungry out here, cracking for bread
It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem
It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem
When it comes to drugs, these reppers ain't get none but fo'
Oh square ass nigga and full of brains are sold
I know 'em Feds is on heat but I don't give a fuck
I'm so deep in the game it's like my name is stuck
From crack, more then likey is a suggestion of sell
I gives a fuck, who ya breaking and disso skell
I live life like a King Pin weed but raw
I'm the richest gang living them niggas ever saw
I with ya belly from Toyota with the biggest and baking soda
Pirates po's full of peppers and crack folders
I'ma dope dealer and I got coke scrilla
My whole crew can sit to at X-Cons and killas
And my bitches is falls who bomb, head and coochie
Rockin' props, the fades, the letto pump boochie
First statis, rock rolo, when I came to the door?
And now it's Bentleys, Mansions and meats to the floor
Kickin' gears on Parley's, while the straight pipe screen
And I had a block on lock, since I was fifteen
Mack Sapranos, the most of unforgiven
And fuck a job, 'cause dope money is how I'm living
It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem
It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem
My homey got marries, so, you know we ain't slipping
Two hoes, two Bentleys, you know we ain't dipping
Lifestyle, drug dealing, you know we ain't trippin'
Got killas on the row, you know we ain't slipping
Tote trucks full of bricks, you know we ain't chickens
New cars, pretty broads, you know we been pimpin'
Bitch stars, body bars, we hitting and missing
Big cars, superstars, 'cause wheels gon' spinning
Pretty honeys, bug stunt, 'cause the money we spending
Planty bitchs and warehouse, tinning piece for chicken
Riot guns shoot 'em up, for this life that I'm living
PO partners doin time, 'cause my homeboy miss me
The Feds, big trippin', 'cause they failed me to get me
Mack 10 re-shout, 'til ya homey my nigga
King Pin, Big Tymin', drug dealing my nigga
Transport and cocaine and statelines my nigga
It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem
It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all watta seem
This is y'all Ol' Tymers niggas, y'all know H-dash play, right
The liquor is a lifestyle of a drug dealing nigga, y'understand
It ain't twenty-two's is more it's twenty-five's nigga, what?
Even chicken from the hood to the mothafuckin' living ride
Y'knowwhatI'msayin', getcha nigga, come in my project see my crib nigga
We got loadin' .14, for sashie, all the best up and the best nigga
It ain't none gon' stop my nigga
We cooking bricks in the kitchen my nigga, y'understand
Don't come outside stunt boy, unless you got it right boy
Y'knowwhatI'msayin', cash money hot boy and we doin' this nigga
Life, life, hot, hot, we got this hot, hot we got this hot, hot
(The Paper Route "INTRO")
Mack 10 the nigga, He's a strait up motha fuckin G, Runnin through the hood up
to no good, flossing in his cheese(*repeat*)
I'm special, soo special, ive got to have"?????" love!Gonna use my arms,
Yo, this one goin' out to everybody in every ghetto
Turn it up and just so we accusin' make sure it bumpin'
This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pro's
Triple O.G.'s with the hot six fo's
Go fast ballers, bangin' six gears
Three time felons with the tattooed tears
For all the homies out there that cook it up good
Distributin' so up they project a neighborhood
Whether it's Peruvian or Ghetto D
Won't you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me?
I'm from the ghetto so the hood rats gettin' propers
Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers
Puttin' down thousands till there ain't nothin' left
'Cause real street riders, let 'em roll to the death
I like fly shit, so I scramble for the pay
Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang any day
Was down with the truce in nine-deuce though I looted
It's the Y2K and I'm still khacki-suited, what you thought?
From the streetz, from the streetz, from the streetz
Tell 'em where I'm from
From the streetz
I represent, where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come
I'm like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys
Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise
For haters that resent me, they jealous evidently
'Cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley
But hustlas like me, just stay to the grind
Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine
I ain't worried about you busters, we ain't scared to kill
I was beastin' before rap, I'm a street nia for real
So check my resume and tell me what it say
I'm the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay
I claim the turf and bang the hood from a B G
Now I'm eight figures up, and when you see me it's TV
Mack ain't getting caught up in charged with murder one
When you got loose you don't do it, you simply get it done
Now who wanna test and try push around Mack
Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh?
From the streetz, from the streetz, from the streetz
Tell 'em where I'm from
From the streetz
I represent, where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come
From the streetz, from the streetz, from the streetz
Tell 'em where I'm from
From the streetz
I represent, where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come
Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic piss
See I'm insane bangin' Inglewood city kids
If rap fail today I'm back to cuttin' chunks
Pushin' work through the hood from down South to the Bronx
Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills
Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills
And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note
Everybody say hoe if ya love mack one-oh
Killas on my payroll's a chain of command
But my neighbors don't know, think I'm a family man, ha
I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin'
Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin'
Every room in my house stay flooded with heat
Livin' in the hills but I still got tied to the street
Ain't shit about me change worldwide, I'm respected
I'm hoo-bangin' now but I'm still well connected, you know?
From the streetz, from the streetz, from the streetz
Tell 'em where I'm from
From the streetz
I represent, where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come
From the streetz, from the streetz, from the streetz
Tell 'em where I'm from
From the streetz
I represent, where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come
From the streetz
Look here my nigga, it's for your own motherfuckin' good
You wanna keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods
If you a stranger, caught anywhere in my hood
How you get left, the only thing people can say is "Ughh"
I been know for reignin' choppers, bluka-bluka
Been stankin' baller blockers and duckin' coppers
Got a holla, from my nigga Mack 10-sion
An told me to meet him at LA X and its 'bout some business
I flauge in, he tellin' me some busta trippin'
Please let your lil' dog pay this cat a visit
Fuck wit' the O.G. and B.G. get busy
Make sure his days livin', cut to a minimum
I speak this shit 'cause I mean it my nigga
I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my nigga
A lot of niggas don't walk it, and talk about it
But this nigga B.G. gon' be dog about it
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga
We walks that walk and talk that talk, nigga
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
I'm a dog nigga
And I'ma walk that walk and talk that talk, nigga
Nigga I'm 'bout Sherm' smokin' and trigga chokin'
And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin' blood soakin'
Don't doubt it, it's C.M.R so I shout it
Like navigation, I map it out, route it then be a dog about
I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo
That's all Hoo-Bang did, homies above, everything else I love
Say B.G., you need a hundred stack from Mack
You'll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack
But firsts things first, find him, hit' em wit the tool
Then make his blood ooze until there's no more to lose
Murder, murder's a must, take the stairway to Heaven
And if you fuck wit' Mack, then it's a 187
So if you do me, then I'll do you
But when I do you, I want your whole fuckin' crew
So fill the church up and get the units you recite of
I'm a straight dog about it plus a Westside rider
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog, nigga
We walks that walk and talks that talk, nigga
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We some dogs, nigga
We walks that walk and talks that talk, nigga
I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-fuck-out
When I beef, slugs get bust at your house
All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town
You want peace, it's too late the water started to boil now
I tried to tell ya when you was buckin', "Settle down"
I tried to tell ya that, "Lil' B.G. is ghettoed down"
I tried to tell ya that, "Niggas raw from Uptown"
And release nothin' but a hundred plus rounds
Hold up B.G. blood, check it, I gotta know homie
And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin' phony
Big Stunter Corlone gave the word and now it's on
Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop 'em in his dome
Then act like Rambo, turn into Mack Soprano
Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin' from his flannel
Fluka-flames wit' nothing but red-dot aims
Chicken heart plucking out a Chevy, ain't a damn thang changed
When we in beef, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog, nigga
We walks that walk and talks that talk, nigga
When we come, we come, dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We some dogs, nigga
We walks that walk and talks that talk, nigga
When we come, we come, dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog, nigga
I jumped out the blocks like ready, set, go
Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco
I'm all up in the mix like a fuckin' collage
And out the garage, is a Bentley Arnage
With the brains blowed out, so the suns beamin'
I got a jackers droolin' and the hoes fiendin'
And since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype
I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big pipes
Twenty inches roll, going get these hoes
Ficky hoes, wanna I roll with my niggaros
Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it
Speak about it no bitch, I'm a be about it
Who want some of this, West runnin' this
Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch
She's a dummy bitch, with a money pit
You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this
Where that connect right? Nigga three time felon
Six-double-0-west nigga sellin' rich roll dellin'
Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust- fo' fingas up
Two twisted in the middle with the thumb tucked
Chevy mashin', dippin' and assin', kin toda zaggin'
Fo'-fo' maggin' and toe taggin'
Dub the hood phantom in a blue van
I'm front of the club- the valet dump a tall can of magnum trick
What is it like? Tossin' 'em hoes
And rollin' on fools on Bremboes
Flossin' 'em chain, we doing big thangs
And bustin' on punks at close range
This is the way us gangsta's roll
Sit back and watch as it unfolds
Bitches and suckas done so cold
Ahh, this is the life we chose
Dope money and rappin' shit I'm all with it
And all I know is the streets so thats how I spit it
Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up short then I'd probly did it
If 'lil momma thick then I gotta hit it
The Trojan gotta be a Magnum to me to fit it
If it was sherm on a stick then I'd probly lit it
The red beem was on your wig so I probly split it
To all them bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious, I think they do dishes
I makin three wishes, I take 'em they pictures
And spit 'em they britches, I fuck 'em they bitches
Ego maniac, little homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube is an ass-hole and it ain't, it ain't an act
So take a hit at that and remember that
Where my mothafuckin' niggas and my triggas at?
Britches I get I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique
'N like a dragon I snaked em on fire when I spit
I can't shake these ghetto ways
A street rich nigga eatin a bag of lays
With rubber bands and braids
From the turf for the sirenz and Neverlands
Where we keep pistols smokin, like Afghanistan
It's gangsta the killa, the dope dealer
Backin' for mo' figgas, so trick bow down 'n po the liquor bitch
What is it like? Tossin 'em hoes
And rollin' on fools on Bremboes
Flossing 'em chains, we doing big thangs
And bustin' on punks at close range
This is the ways us gangsta's roll
Sit back and watch us as it unfolds
Bitches and suckas done so cold
Ahh, this is the life we chose
What is it like? Tossin 'em hoes
And rollin' on fools on Bremboes
Flossin' 'em chains, we doing big thangs
And bustin' on punks at close range
This is the ways us gangsta's roll
Sit back and watch us as it unfolds
Bitches and suckas done so cold
Ahh, this is the life we chose
It's plain to see, you can't change me
'Cause I'ma be connected for life
It's plain to see, you can't change me
'Cause I'ma be connected for life
Yeah, West Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh
You're a fool for this -boy
Ladies and gentlemen, Flight 10 from LAX
Is now arriving into JFK International
What, what you do, motherfucker?
[Incomprehensible], nigga
How many, hey yo, how many niggas is really makin' money now?
Know what I'm sayin'?
It's '98, I'ma tell y'all cats somethin'
This is the year of 'Do it or don't'
If you gon' do it, you better roll on with this crew cat, Juggy
People call me crazy but that's alright with me
They ask me why I'm hustlin', I say for the money
I duck down with Buckshot, Hoo Bang with Wu-Tang
Won't hesitate to slang, so money ain't a thang
Called Buck an' Dirty, asked them what they need
They said, ?Send me two thangs an' some L.A. weed?
So my belief is fuck the beef, all money the same
An' when I get to New York, I'ma show you the whoop game
I make a bitch stay down 'coz I'm that type of guy
Put the work on the Greyhound an' fly to the N.Y.
Hit the east coast with a pocket full of cheddar
Tan khakis on with a thick red sweater
They see me with some hoes, couldn't be better timin'
'Coz though a nigga G'd up, I got on big diamonds, so nigga what?
People call me crazy but that's alright with me
They ask me why I'm hustlin', I say for the money
Yo, I am comin' over to your spot tonight
I promise you, my baby, that I'm gon' do you right
Through the gusty wind, I roll with fifty men
Ready to get nifty an' shifty an' low
So what's the movements, yo? Let me know
'Coz when I come for motherfuckers, I'm comin' for throats
It was sad I bled but the red in my eyes shed
Light on the dark, I led the blind in sight
Now I got all of them inside
It's the reason why I do this an' I night ride
If you an' a nigga outside, say the word
An' I'ma splurge with my flight team, soarin' like birds
Missed it on the Friday with my nigga Cube
But the bomb blew Saturday when Mack lit the fuse
Who other than Buckshot come pick up the pieces
An' straighten niggas out like creases
Speak on it, yeah, nigga
Buckshot, ODB, Mack 10, back at it again
People call me crazy but that's alright with me
They ask me why I'm hustlin', I say for the money
Yo, I am comin' over to your spot tonight
I promise you, my baby, that I'm gon' do you right
Hey yo, most of you know me, some of you don't
When it comes to challengin', none of you won't
Arrange this battle to improve your style
It's a brother with a totally different profile
Most of you play cold front in your face
Hesitatin' on the rhymes, shoulda been Memorex
But you forgot, you'se an amateur
Mystery worshipper, yo, I prefer
I mind you, tease you, who's the boss?
Sucka amnesia, memory loss
Well, hit this, just quiet as kept
MCs on the charts from the start had slept
Let's take them, wake them, you should be woke
'Coz you take MC-in' for a practical joke
I present myself to be
A similar nightmare of an 'Amazing Story'
People call me crazy but that's alright with me
They ask me why I'm hustlin', I say for the money
Yo, I am comin' over to your spot tonight
I promise you, my baby, that I'm gon' do you right
Yo, you ain't hearin' nothin' but a drop of the dime [Incomprehensible], Know what I'm sayin'?
To all my dogs, I wanna give a shout out
To the [Incomprehensible], know what I'm sayin'?
You got my nigga, Mack 10
You got my nigga, Buckshot shorty
An' you got the one, Dirt Dog, know what I'm sayin'?
An' we gon' do it like sweat hogs, my nigga
This how we get down
People call me crazy but that's alright with me
They ask me why I'm hustlin', I say for the money
Hoo Bangin' Records, pushin' weight in '98
Cookin' nothin' but the bomb, you know what I'm sayin'?
Chicken Hawk II
Talking: The record you about to hear is basically true.
The names have been changed to protect the guilty. (You a cold nigga)
Some breathe gangsta shit,
we dream of gangsta shit (Repeat)
Verse 1
I hit licks nigga lead the hood in strong arm
'bout to get more chickens than Foster Farms
Now give it up or die this a mothafuckin' jack
hustlas guard yo sack the chicken hawk is back
Impatiently waiting out of hunger
my instinct to kill got stronger
my wingspan's longer
my guns loaded up and before you know what hit you
I jump off the wire swoop and then I get you
And fuck a tussle bitch cause all I do is shoot
put lead in ya dome take ya sack and ya loot
With a foe foe (.44) revolver so my strap ain't a jammer
I want pure Peruvian no cuttin' Arm Hammer
Gotta take what I need that's how the ball bounces
now decide if you go die over thirty six ounces
Before I go make sure no cameras in the vents
pull a feather from my tail and dust off my claw prints
Nigga
Chorus
You knew that I was dangerous
when ya took it
Look the Chicken Hawk two is after you
(Repeat)
In search of super chicken (Have you seen him?)
(Repeat 4X)
Verse 2
Yo girl gave me the cock
but now she holla rape
So I take her to my nest
and wrap her with the duct tape
Pull my heat out squeeze and make these Teflons melt her
and watch blood drip all down the walls like Heltah Skeltah
Take flight over the woods to drop the body
and hit a lake to rinse off 'cause my feathers all spotty
I stalk once again caught my prey by surprise
look in his eyes if he lies he dies before sunrise
Where the work at fool the jack is on
you feel the wrath of the chrome
kick in or get your noodles blown
So hurry the fuck up nigga take me to the safe
It ain't no time to waste with this Magnum in ya face
Make one false move I swear the gunshots rang out
first I'ma kill you then I'ma blow ya bitch brains out
A hawks technicality is pecking for his salary
so keep the dope whoopin' while the Hawk'll keep swoopin'
Chorus
Mack Dime and that's one to grow on mothafuckas.
This goes out to all them niggas, that got the ups on these hoes
And that Willy, don't give a mad ass fuck about a bitch
Tell 'em Techniec
Listen up baby, yo I'm talkin' to you
About what your fast ass need to be goin' thru
I see the ho' in you, it ain't hard to go in you
And I be fo' sho' a fool if I invest some dough in you
I gotta show to do so cut straight to the chase
Got five minutes, get in it, nuts straight to ya face
In case you lost all your morals
I know more hoes that specialise in oral
I like that, sleep good on the flight back, spread the word
The first night back that's on the Beach
Outta town, I met a freak with chips, made a nigga bust like Keith
Mo' head the better while I go head for the cheddar
Man, I got a bitch bad as Shante Moore
But I don't love that ho', 'cos cash all I got love for
She like to fuck, I like to get my dick sucked
She gave me head while baby stashed her fingers in her butt
I told her, "Baby, if you wanna be my honey
You gotta suck my dick and you gots ta give me money"
She shook her head and she moaned out load
She couldn't answer back, she had my dick in her mouth
Ain't makin' like a pretty bitch gogglin' balls
Especially if the pretty bitch is gogglin' yours
I need a bitch to blow me out like a candle
With lips like Badu and a mouth like Teisha Campbell
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
Fuckin' for riches, elegant model bitches
My mind's in a right perspective, I keeps it temptin'
She's seen somethin' glistenin' and any ho will copper
Binky from that Hoo Bangin', mobsters eatin' lobsters
Boo sent me a bitch he thought, I couldn't handle
Wanna 4' 5', gettin' head, lookin' like Naomi Campbell
Fiona Folanda, all the way to Gidget
Ain't fuckin' wit' no hoes 'less they makin' over six digits
Check it, that bitch is fine, finest made wine
Let me hit it from behind 'cos I'm down with Mack-Dime
That bitch gave me the sex wit' no flex
Plus that loot was mesmerised off of Binky Mac's row
"Ain't y'all rappers? Don't y'all Hoo Bang?"
Yes, shut your mouth, give up the pootang
I make ya moan and groan
Bitch, look me in my eyes, you gettin' fucked by Boo Kapone
You better shake it, 'til you break it
Jump outcha clothes and get buck-ed naked
I smash, I blast, I left her gash
I pull a train like my name was Joe Flash
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
See a bitch is a bitch is a ho' is a ho'
And which one of y'all gonna blow Mack 1-0
One bitch said, "Me, I'll hit my knees like a crawler
Mack, I'll suck your dick, I just love a big baller"
I whipped it out she said, "Damn, it's like the neck on a giraffe
I'll spend a hour down south for you to nut in my mouth
I'm a pro at sex, I ride a dick like a Honda
My name is Rhonda, well Rhonda, meet Anaconda
Start suckin' and slurpin' and hummin' when you do me
"I'm a fan of yours, then will you do somethin' to me
I love a thug nigga that a pack a few Glocks
Mack, don't make me blow your socks and kick rocks"
Quiet on the set, bitch, I'll do what I like
Now shut the fuck up and just check my mic
Tramp, don't say shit to ya, fuck my whole crew
'Cos a ho' ain't a ho' 'til she's ran all thru
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
You're gonna suck Big Spike dick, you gon' suck Wave's dick
Eh, Carlos, you want your dick sucked, nigga?
Yo, hehah, you gonna suck The Roadawgs dick
You gonna suck The Comrades dick
Bitch, you gonna suck Scoop dick
You gonna suck Growlski dick
You gonna suck Techniec dick
Yo, you gonna suck Gump dick
And your daughter gonna suck Lil' Mac dick, bitch
Or kick rocks, now what's happenin?
Okay, wait a minute, let me get some water first
F/ tray deee, squeak-ru (of allfrumtha I)
[tray deee]
Yeah again, another group collaboration
Verse one: tray deee
From the second I get dressed to get to steepin I'm on one
Fillin up the 4-4 if pop-po want some
I ain't runnin from a motherfucker
Dust a sucker off if he soft then fuck him if he suffer
Another one bites the dust like the song say
Bust em in the wrong way, caught up in the gunplay
One day, some say, we all gon' die
Human lives to my eyes, take a size and bye
You're on your own, give em all and go explode
It's a cold that aroze when you chose your clothes
Blue or red, who will care if we all was rich?
Ballin tills, haulin chickens, flossin grips
I give a damn bout the next fool, my tek rule
Ol' school nigga bout to take it to the next school
This gangsta shit is like drugs, runnin with thugs
Puttin slugs in your motherfuckin mug
Chorus: squeak-ru, (tray deee)
This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride)
And live for the hood to show my love
*repeat*
(*singing*)
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
Crips and bloods, ooooh
*repeat*
Verse two: squeak-ru
I got to bang on my enemy
I got make sure they know, they ain't afraid of me
So I'm gon' ride on they hood
Leavin nuttin but obituaries til they get it understood
You know that squeak-ru capped em
I wantcha homegirl photo book to be full of em
I'll be the gossip for ya block
When y'all explain to each other how I creep with the glock
The 4-5 nigga did the damage
I took two to da dome, so, nigga, fuck a bandage
And all you got was a bodybag
Accomadations to the morgue, equipped with a toe tag
Now you know I'm a killer
You cross my name out on the ward, it lets me know y'all remember
Mashed on your hood and got a trophy
If you really want revenge, nigga, come get me
Chorus
Verse three: mack 10
This gangsta shit is a must, and plus I bust
And puff angel dust for the headrush
I like the way the teks spit when I'm lit
I feel like 'fuck the police' and 'a bitch ain't shit'
Plus I represent my curb to the fullest
And them, so-called hogs be like track stars when I pull this
Beat out, get the sheet out when I roam
Cos the first fool caught slippin on my block gettin done
So fuck a job, dogg, I jacks for my figures
Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas
On all-gold twisters on a front and back caddy
Every broad in they ghetto wish I was their baby daddy
So which lucky ho wanna be miss mack 1-0
You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro
I wanna down bitch for my bride and when we ride
Gotta love this gangsta shit and be down for the homicide
Chorus:
This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride)
And live for the hood to show my love
*repeat*
(*singing*)
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
Crips and bloods, ooooh
*repeat x3*
[mack 10] rest in peace to all the soldiers
What's up dog?
What you need nigga?
Aw shit, one time
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
"Dopeman, please can I have another hit"
The Dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give shit
If you girl kneel down, and suck my dick"
Gave a nigga head, and homie tried to choke her
But he didn't care, 'cause she ain't nothing but a smoker
That's the way it go, that's the name of the game
Young niggas gettin' over by slangin' caine
Lex around my wrist in 18K Heaven
Bitches clockin' on my dick twenty four seven
Plus I'm makin' money, keepin' baseheads waitin'
Roll the six four with all gold Daytons
Live in Inglewood, California, CA.
This oozy up your ass if i don't get paid
Niggas beggin' for credit, I'm knockin' out teeth
Clockin' much dollars on the first and fifteenth
Big wad a money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo you wanna whole chicken, Mack 10 got plenty
To be a Dopeman, boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a Key to a G, it's all about money
Ten piece for a ten, base pipe come free
If people out there not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin' money for crack, he's the
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Mack front me a sack)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(I'll get ya back)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Tryna stack me a grip)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Man, fuck that shit)
You need a nigga with money, so you get a Dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get with her
Got a black eye, 'cause the Dopeman hit her
Let that slide, and you pay it no mine
Find that he's slappin' you all the time
But that's okay, 'cause hes so rich
And you ain't nothing but the Dopeman's bitch
Do what he say, and you keep your mouth shut
Talkin' that drag might get ya fucked up
You sit and cry, if the Dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck, he got two just like you
There's another girl in the Dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch, but far from a wife
She call a Strawberry, and everyone knows
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two, give a bitch a rock
She fuck the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the Dopeman's dick
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around, she'll give you Ghonorea
If people out there, not hip to the fact
Strawberry is a girl, sellin' pussy for crack to the
Dopeman, Dopeman
(From a ounce to a key)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Tryna get this cheese, man)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Cluckers riding my dick)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Man fuck that shit)
If you smoke caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Know around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doing that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees searchin' for a piece of rock
Fienin' for a hit, and you lookin' for more
Done stole a Alpine out of Wavy six four
Smokin' like a train, man I wouldn't want to be you
Done took from the homies, betta run, when i see you
Ballin' everyday, doing more drug deals
Rollin' round town, on the twenty inch wheels
If people out there, not hip to the fact
If you see Mack 10, you can ask me for crack, I'm the
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Yeah, that's me)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(From a ounce to a key)
Dopeman, Dopeman
(Cookin' much as I can)
(Yo fuck that shit, who am I)
The Dopeman
Mack 10, nigga, you must be slick
Put Squeak on the team, now he stackin' chips
Good lookin' out, for showin' love
Quietly I stalk niggas, call me the Chicken Hawk
Approach with my gun in a 2 one one
As I sickum, lay my victum, may I lickum
All action stop nobody move no pop
As I reck shop red alert make yo blood squirt
When I work in the brownies and the high top chucks to do dirt
Keep it sound, put it down my way
Protected by an AK, as I search for my pray
Through the ghetto, hit the peddle every corner I'm torning
Look for the money the kilos and the gallons of shermin' nigga
Till we meet I stash my heat, 'neath in my baggage
Do damage nasty as a savage, lookin' for the cabbage
Its own 20 grand I spot a bird in hand
As I spread my wing spand I swoop ready to land
Gotta get heem hit the spot grab the sacka nd I shake it blessed
With the game to make it bus its easier to take it, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
Don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker
On a late night, creep the hawk soars on a mission
Mashin' through the hood nerd this nigga had the chickens
36 zones in each sack to be exact
Got 50 G's or more in street value worth of crack
As he put it down out of control with the cavey
Got Benzos on the grass twistin' front and back Cadeys
Capacino sted of coffe moet, no more rossie Rolex diamonds
All glossy, glossy Mr. Flossy
Sewed up the block keys to double up rock
I gotta lick heem nigga want know heen when I get heem me
Shoot strate never hesitate fools co-operate
Or I dagun tagum body bagum with my magnum
Heat in yo' chest how we do it in the west
I gaffle up yo' dope and fly back to my nest
I stalk hit up in chalk all over the sidewalk
It's Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk
Allo
Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the chicks you got
And put 'em in a dumpster behind the
[Incomprehensible] or I killin' this motherfucker
Fuck this nigga don't give any shit
Bitch shut the fuck up right now
On a midnight flight the hawk glides through the breeze
Pull my wings at eaze as I lands in the palm trees
Overlook my lick, set my scope like a sniper
Hawk the bitch piper, be alarmed foe the type a fool
That ah hoo ride when he doo ride
I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard nots, nigga
A gaffle dick is all I ever gave a hoe
Where peneltons not a cape, so I can't save a hoe
Mack 10 just stepped off the 'Planet of the Apes'
Foe the money and dope, I never rapes I duck tapes
Bitches I mackum down, flagum down they pull over
Fill lucky as a fowe leaf, clover in a Range Rover
They never know its the hawk his self
My eyes reder than red with St. Ides on my breff
I draw down all this licken got me nervous so I'm twitchin'
Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens
I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
Foe life
Hello?
Oh I see you Mr. Funny Man
Aw motherfuckin'
Yeah you're the kind of nigga that
[Incomprehensible] with your bitch
Mack OneDime excuse me playboy
Aiight check this out aiight nigga check this out
We crimeys right that mean you my partner in crime
Like that check this out let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been plugged up
From L.A. to the Bay you understand we doin' big thangs
Big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool, check it out
Aiight One O this E. Feezee, I gotta, I gotta
Thank my math teacher Count Dracula
For just teachin' a brother to you know
Count his marbles you know, what about you?
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
365, 7 days I believe crack pays
My estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs, movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good don't mean he went Hollywood
Dog I practice my craft so each year I get better
To stay ghetto and clever and be richer than ever
Fonzerelli man I thought you was a rebel, I am but tell me this then
Why you move up out the ghetto mothafucka I am the ghetto
I beg yo pardon nigga I was grindin' tryin to take off niggas heads
Flossin' and fuckin' hoes when you was in kindergarten
Nigga this ain't Lenny and Squiggy this E-Feezee & Mack Teezee
Fuckin' with Italian, Romaine pasta, chicken Tortellini
Thirty odd six custodian, with the scope
Far from Nickelodeon no shit no joke
Southern Cali up North see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
Plead the 5th but don't snitch, no case 'cause they're po po
And they mami know that 12 gage equipment can be traced
Stand on ya bunions nigga don't try to get caught in his drawers
'Cause them 223's be penetratin' through walls
Plus I got warrants and shit didn't pay child support
Thinkin' about skippin' town movin' to Shreveport
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
From L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
See you my dude right that mean we pa'tnas in crime
It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime Bitch
Forty I'm the one bro that's in the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble and make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas Mack we got bigger figures
Now throw the top back on the 'Rarri and bang gears on these niggas
And watch what the money show you about niggas that don't know you
Busters is gone hate real G's is happy foe ya
It's Mack Dime on the grind fool it's my time to shine
Now would you niggas kick back and let me get mine
Causin' havoc sparkin' up chaos bringin' the ruckus heavy metal heaters
Mobb, under buckets if ya can't beat us then join us get on the team
Streetsweepers grenades rifles and M1 car beams
Dice games craps bets over car titlespink slips cash money
Watchin' out for rival gang members beefin'
Bad weather but it all boils down to who got the most paper
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
From L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
See you my dude right that mean we pa'tnas in crime
It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime Bitch
I shoot 'em up like syringes I know what real ends is
Lo lo's Harley Davis and big body Benzes
Ain't been faded so far on my wrist
I got a R hundred thousand dollar car 'cause I push the caviar
So what's up what you need everybody huddle up
Got that 2 for 1 special with the rock called double up
So get lit take a hit shop is open all day
From L.A. to the Bay it's Mack 10 and E-Fortaay
Sometimes I wonder if it's worth this
Fuckin' with the law tryna make it look like
I'm runnin' a legitimate tow truck service
With a 'Just Say No to Drug' bumper sticker on the back window
Knowin' I been smokin' a gang of Indo
Around the corner four houses down across the way way
Make a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you wanna spend
Seperate the 20's from the 1's, 5's and 10's
Slick, sly, sharp narcotic vendors
Always do business in shopping centers
Buck 'em stick 'em, stuck 'em don't ever fuck me
Hate 'em, bleed 'em, love 'em shit can get ugly
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
From L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
See you my dude right that mean we pa'tnas in crime
It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime Bitch
Who bang, who ride, who bang, who ride, who ride, who bang
Who be ridin', who be bangin' westside ride nigga
Who bang, who ride, who bang, who ride, who ride, who bang
Who be ridin' who be bangin' westside ride nigga
Fuck 'em and feed 'em cold sardines, cold sardines
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em cold sardines, fuck 'em
Newscaster: in the news tonight rap star mack 10 releases his second
Solo album titled "based on a true story," and according to reliable
Sources ha, he laughs in the face of the sophomore jinx. after the
Release of westside connection and mack's new record, gangster rap
Seems to be at an all time high.
Verse 1
Either the thrill of victory or the agony of defeat
You either got ends or struggle to make ends meet
You can either turn square or keep the mind of a rebel
Some uppity livin' good some faced with death in the ghetto
I'm a product of the streets so I vow to never slip
So I trust no one and keep a p. coltrane on my hip
I always paid attention while my o.g's was teachin'
Rule number one if it's on blast the first nigga reachin'
Either death or the pen' shit I had to do better
It was a must I moved on and now I'm all about cheddar
A young entrepreneur I rather slang than bang
Now girls be like you go mack 10 baby do yo thang
So I continue to get down and I keep writin' rhymes
And I parlay every dollar to flip at least a hundred times
So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory
And everything I recite's based on a true story
Chorus <"story" sung in background throughout>
You can feel nigga
It's based on a true story
You know it's real nigga
Based on a true story
Verse 2
The year 1986 is when it all started
Now eleven years later we still rough and cold hearted
And as the saga continues I ride the wave like a sea doo
Not to knock hip hop but gangsta rap is what we do
Niggas on they first album
Already sold a mil'
So before you knock our style
At least admit that it's real
It's all sex drugs and violence
So you pretend you ain't checkin'
You mean to tell me people
Really ain't dyin' every second
Now y'all made the rules
Niggas can say what they choose
So if you gone ban gangsta rap
Then you got to ban the news
That means no weather report
No waco and the bad reverand
No channel 4 channel 7 and no film at eleven
With no high school diplomas we became millionaires
Media mad 'cause we winning and we really playin' fair
So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory
And everything I recite's based on a true story
Chorus
Verse 3
I crumble green on a magazine
Ready to roll a joint
Damn in this billboard
I'm number one with a hollow point
It was a rough road ahead
But for my kids I gotta pave it
So I twist one shake the weed out
Close the book up and save it
'cause my son li'l mack
Might grow up and have a crew
And he can show all his homies
This what my daddy used to do
See I was raised around gangstas
And grindas since a youth
So the shit I rap abouts like 99% truth
With dedicated fans from bebe kids
To bambinos and niggas that's ceo's
Before they reach they three o's
Maneuver through the corporate world
Makin' moves to take ours
Rolling big german luxury and italian sports cars
So watch what you do 'cause you know we playa hated
And everytime it's a homicide they call it gang related
So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory
And everything I recite's based on a true story
Chorus (2x)
Too $hort talking: say mack baby, it's yo pa'tna $hort dog man.
You know I got yo back boy. you know a nigga like me I just left
The ferrarri dealer man. I ain't go lie I know you ridin' rims.
But the problem is, it's a lot of mothafuckas out there that think we
Rappers man. that think we just sit at home and make this up at
Our momma's house. I hate to tell y'all man some of us are real playas
From I got the hook-up! soundtrack
W s hell ya
Life of a street nigga
We got the comrads
Either make it or take it
(chorus)
Bang or ball bang or ball
We don't know shit else
Just bang or ball
Bang or ball bang or ball
Westside niggas an we doin it all
Connect gang memebers
Or should I say bloods an crips
Blowin weed ? ? ? ?
Cus we ain't trippin off chips
Everybody on they feet
Now we the most hated bye the haters
Studio parkin lot fulla
Benzos an navigators
Man the streets are freezin
Keep that heat near you
Rollin classic chevroletes
With bandannas on the rearview
Now when it come to grindin
Man I'm as good as they come
I got the peruvian bombay
That leave your body numb
Now when I bang I slang
An my hooks was still wikkid
But somehow I kept comin up
Just shy of a ticket
Now I'm doin the most
As a matter of fact I'm doin it all
Cus connect gang bangin mean uhh
Macks gonna ball
Representitive from the pacific
With ? ? ? ? ?
Them dumpin pumpin motherfuckers
Up with this ws it's on tonight
Yea g love know where the bomb at
Die hard like the comrads
Take a hit or catch a contact
Believe the road dog
When ya see the millameta heata cocked
Shes too clean to bend the corna on the ? ? ? block
I bring the funk
Like that gap band
I hit em up
Mashin an blastin shotguns with the fat man
Load the tech up
Strap ya best up
Connect gang
The insane west gang
Bout to get they crest up
Shit I represent the killas
Them niggas that bang slang
And test they three wheelers
Everytime I turn the dial
Its like ain't no love for the real nigga
Dyslexic rappin styles
Bang ball or be seated
We threw out the ws and we remain undefeated
(chorus)
Yea line em up an buck em down with the tramp 8
Its for the whole cake
Im bout it don't you hesitate
Yea the grinda
Englewood's most notorius fool
When I'm dumpin the crew
Dont get to fuckin with love
An fool youll be layin in killa king
Body full of tubes
An thats just a warnin before I'm swarmin
? ? ? ? always first at bombin
Fool we tryin to
Do thangs
Who bang with connect gang
Bang or ball
Slang or brawl nigga
Road dogs we can fade em all
Busta we shot callin
In the land of pause
You paper haters wanna take shots
But this shit don't stop
You bout to get got
Englewood we all about them ends
Got niggas throwin up the w from
New jersey to new orleans
Its the b I c an k y why ask why
Niggas do or die
From the eyes
Know a who ride
Gats we packin em
Chips we stackin em
Hits we pickin em
Bitches we stickin em
On a regular
Hit up my gang on a cellular
Cant no body fuck with ws I'm tellin ya
Blocks get heated
My homies nine he squeezed it
Niggas talkin shit
Guess well just repeat it
(chorus)
Yea I couse pain
Cook cocaine an smoke weed
Gang affileated an fuck the police
My street mentality
Is to live lavishly
Defy gravity
I cant see a nigga havin me
On 4th an 2 I'm the nigga ya give it to
Hard core stoned cold
Under pressure I wont fold
Sendin love to my niggas
With they life on hold
I controle my own destiny
These niggas wont get the best of me
Mr. k mack an w s goin down in history
Aint no mystery
No body do it betta for the chedda
No more demos
Its all about the lacs an the limos
An all you hoes wanna bore these criminals
Bout to slay em out the pocket
Watch it, got to calmly load it
Cock it, pop it, shot it, head exploded
And he owed it
The murder he wrote it
Never panned out
Devoted is quoted you know this
Check ya man out
With his hand out
In the converse an dickies
Rollin v-12's an 850's
Then with the 60's
Fly like a frisbee, times
Different color lines
Since I'm down with mack dime
We cant die
Westside for a ? ? ? or better
Kill whoever down with whatever
For the creamy chedder
Lets make it better
An worst doller
Get back to back an scrap up
Some niggas with our shirts on
An work yall
(chorus) x2
An there you have it westside connect gang members
Who bangin affiliets what ever you want to call em
You know what I'm sayin an all we do is bang or ball
Nigga thats it thats all what else is ther to do
