This song is dedicated to all the up an' comin' rappers
Singers, hustlers, actors, whatever you may be, remember
Without no struggle, you get no progress
So keep grindin', keep on mashin' an' get yours
You're nothin' far from comin' up, keep on
Money's just a touch away, keep on
So keep on grindin', don't give it up, keep on
There'll always be another day, keep on
An' now I'm sittin' at the pad, teary eyed an' depressed
Starvin' an' sufferin' from mental stress
Now a true sinner, to the game, a beginner
But hard to feel like a winner when you eat spreads for dinner
Hit the streets, late night in the corner, star mission
On the 211 mission, just to pay tuition
For my kids, I got to grind an' develop street savvy
Servin' stress 'cause I just ain't got enough to cop Cavi
But I can't stop, I won't stop 'til I got it made
Either build my clientele, get a job or learn a trade
Like Hip Hop an' make enough to live good forever
So I learned to write rhymes an' get my metaphors together
Then I joined a rap crew with the homies on my street
Sellin' underground tapes out the local swap meet
Gettin' tighter on the mic as I worked day to day
So now I lay down at night an' I hear voices say, "Mack"
You're nothin' far from comin' up, keep on
Money's just a touch away, keep on
So keep on grindin', don't give it up, keep on
There'll always be another day, keep on
Now I'm new to the scene, [Incomprehensible]
So like EPMD, could you 'Please Listen to My Demo'?
I left the local crew, felt like I was the man
In popular demand an' now ready for Sound Scan
So I searched for a deal with no luck, I kept rappin'
Felt like it would take a miracle to make it all happen
Marble said it was a test, "Mack don't do nuttin' wrong
Just have faith in God an' keep your hustle goin' strong?
?Stay hopin', keep writin', don't quit, you're too close
Remember good things come to those who want it most"
So I never left the house without my rap book
Thought I found a new crew but eventually got shook
First they said I was cool but then started to doubt me
Put me on the backburner an' just forgot all about me
Partna said I wasn't fresh an' sent me on my way but you know what?
As I was leavin', I could hear voices say, "Mack"
You're nothin' far from comin' up, keep on
Money's just a touch away, keep on
So keep on grindin', don't give it up, keep on
There'll always be another day, keep on
Now the tables turned but I remember they used to clown me
The hard work paid off an' luck finally found me
So call every publication, Billboard an' the Editor
An' tell 'em Mack's bein' signed by dude workin' on 'The Predator'
I got the Midas touch, now everythin' be the bomb
Hooked up with The Don, now made a few million
I don't bang, I write the good rhymes, you know about mines
Man, I'm the tightest MC, Ice Cube ever signed
Now if it ain't the radio, it's a video shoot
Livin' life in the limelight with a bank full of loot
Now my crew is solid, shook the haters an' the leeches
Runnin' full court at my house with our girls on the beaches
Plus the violence is ceased, no more bi-coastal beef
'Cause now I get down with the North, South an' the East
I reminisce on hard times, seem like yesterday
But now Hoo Bangin' is official an' I remember they used to say, "Mack"
You're nothin' far from comin' up, keep on
Money's just a touch away, keep on
So keep on grindin', don't give it up, keep on
There'll always be another day, keep on
Money's just a touch, just a simple touch
Money's just a touch away
Money's just a touch, just a simple touch
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
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
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
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
The guppies dup dup dup
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
#1 Crew in the Area
f/ 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?
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Tick tock around the clock for the rock ya come see me
Just knock at the door I'll grant your wish like a genie
Strait out to get paid stack the loot that I made
Been slangin' dope out my mammas' house since the 10th grade
Never tried it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters, stick 'em up for Honda scooters
Never was a scholar make you throw yo hands and holla
Wolla went to Jr. High slangin' joints fo a dollar
Finger waves was the new fad so they spoted a due rags
Niggas got dumped on fo the red or blue rags
Down with the G's so them niggas never serve me
Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey
Painter pants cuffed so I fix it on my biscuits
Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I'll keep it twisted
It's that nigga runnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow
And everywhere I go it's a must I keep it ghetto
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
24/7 on a 211
Fresh out the county I hunt like a bounty
From 10 to midnight make sure my shit tight
Map out the lick right so that I hit right
I strike to stay alive to be exact need a sack
Can't hack this monkey on my back
So I shot it now you plot it I got it
Exotic to erotic money ho's to narcotics
No preachin' knowledge of self or religion
I'm too busy raisin' pit bulls and pigeons
Put the hustle down steady for the summer
I'm ready way tighter got two birds and a rider
But I'm out fo mo nigga can't get enough doe
Place my hands on the fo fo
Arm robbery is my hobby
So I gotta sickum then lickum now who's my next victim
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
Got the plak in the back straight rag top
Peepin' the scene with the gangsta lean
Super clean in and out make you weak at the knees
I watch fo the thieves on my hunt spoke D's
Stereo type foe life from the streets where the palms trees sway
And the money parlay
Fo block niggas got the hoes like sewed up
Bitches on my nuts every since I first showed up
BG nigga with my though skins hangin'
Tryin' to look like my big homies that was bangin'
Slangin' like 90 goin' north with the cavey
Twistin' through the hood in a 83 caddy
Coupe Deville I packs my big still
'Cause it's sittin' on white ones with the two way tight ones
And as I floss I keeps my Nina Ross
Cocked with the clipin' to catch a nigga slippin'
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways
(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways
(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
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
Chorus
We got bitches on the left, niggas on the right
Bitches wanna fuck, niggas wanna fight
Do what you gotta do, nigga keep it tight
But make um understand it's westside foe life
X rated americans most faded, bitch plated niggas in the industry
Got it in for me, but I kick back nigga life is short,
And you don't wanna get put on life support
We wake up early,you ain't worthy and got the killas on deck
So the rappers ain't got to get they hands dirty
You wanna battle, hand a bitch the mic
You wanna squab, I'm too rich to fight
Niggas get him git him, where it hurts to his head squirts puss
Infamous when you ain't kin to us
Abuse with crips and bloods, on the loose
Killa cali all we need is an excuse
Chorus
Just remember you niggas that want me to timber
I'm in my swimming pool, in the middle of december
Foe every motherfucka that wanna kill a vet
Make sure he see a silloutte foe his pillows wet
Its the motherfuckin crack king westside nigga lookin mean
So pass the vaseline
Hit the supa green shott the m1 carbeam
It yellow tape on the scene, so join my team
It looks like you need protection, from the westside connection
Punk the world ain't yours cause motherfuckas like you do chores
Chorus
Ya'll punk niggas don't got a choice
Yo bitch hear my voice pussy get moist
Bitches in the beauty shop, talkin bullshit
Lyin on which rich nigga done hit
How many dicks did you have stuck in you
The topic is always whose fuckin who
Nappy hair hoes with earrings in they nose
Always seem to fuck the rich bros
A word to your females consumer
You given all the playas tumors
With your hood rat rumors
Just because you gettin your hair cut
Dont you got to spill yo guts
And lie on my nuts
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 and 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
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 friends
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
I was raised around dope and crack fiends, stranglers and 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 and come back stuntin' like they 'bout it and wasn't
Better watch them some nigga or stop them some nigga
This a nigga wit a black hooded and pops them a nigga
The people came thru and they done kicked in my Ma's do'
They tore up my Ma's house and questioned my folks
My momma stood up and said, "Ain't no Lac here
Get yo dogs, get tha fuck out and 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 and they say I was the gunman
You fuckin' right I know him and fuckin' right I done him
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
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 and 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 and 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 and smiles
I creep up on him, popped tha van, ran thru tha crowd
Hit tha corner of Washington then I popped up his house
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 friends
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
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 and square as a preist
An you's a snitch nigga dawg 'cause you told tha police
I hold trial in tha streets and 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 and you know you can't win
Your boy Mack a shot caller and 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, and have fun all year
An' you can snitch, watch your back, and 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
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 friends
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
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 friends
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
Hey Squeak, what's up nigga
Hey, hey loan a nigga a thousand
A thousand, nigga, I ain't got no thousand
We can go get a thousand, we can go get a thousand?
Yeah, we can go get a thousand
We goin' to go get a thousand then
Fuck around and get two or three
We goin' to get it
I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine
Big body Benzes Daytonas and rag 'Rarris
Killa Cali is the state and it's wild as the safari
We hustle cook keys claim B's and C's
And we attack like Pit Bulls and Rottweiller pedigrees
With a tech this connect nigga what you expect
Dub SCG tatooed on my neck
As I parlay you do what you do I do what the dollar say
I'm a street nigga punk my pistol smoke like Doc Holiday
And I sell everythang homie now tell me what you want
You got to have this caviar fool so don't say you don't
Illegal or legit hit after hit I keep ya head bobbin'
In all black like Batman give it to me or I'm robbin'
Now what you gone do hand over the goods or do I take 'em
Now do you keep little busta niggas in ya camp or do ya shake 'em
It's Mack 10 once again in ya ear like a diamond
And while the street lights is shinin' all through the night I keep grindin'
I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine
I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine
Back the fuck up 'foe I act the fuck up
Keep makin' big heads 'til they stack the fuck up
I need major scrill that's real it don't stop until then
Now watch this OG ghetto survillian check a million
Quick fast got to have it man so I use muscle
Straight timin' dedication dog and all about hustle
I hit ya like boom bam don't ya know who I am
I got this shit by the bird half O-Z or the gram
But never ever let a nigga owe you that don't know you
And don't trust no fuckin' bitch but get one that's down foe you
Late night to early morn' it's on in the war zone
Man, life's a gamble dog if you crap out you gone
I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine
I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine
Yeah once again the undefeated dub SCG
Mack 10, Squeak are you slappin' you bitch niggas
On the ass for being the busters you present yourself to be
That's right
I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine
I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
i stay sharp yeah mack diamond so sharp thats me i mean you kno my money grown but i stay sharp i pull up lookin like new money still so crisp so fly hoppin outta the latest whatever you kno what it is lets go
i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya
i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya
now check my pedigree my bloodline is purebred my champagne is rose cuz the color is more red my pockets like skin when i whip they swell up (money) those 26 inches fill the wheel well up (fresh) you can catch me in the winter with a mink on my shoulders i like everything big so my diamonds like boulders and yea i had every kinda roadster or rover cuz i love the fast lane like a supercharged motor and im so damn hood like gold datons on a regal but in '09 i gotta dime on the back of a screamin eagle big chicken hard make it hard spin it in the pot and now its millions every year whether albums drop or not
i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya
i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya
Jim Jones
i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya
i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya
i pass up in it and be like what it do all red to my feet but my diamonds clear blue nuttin like the police in a porsche 911 stuntin up that stairway to heaven and im evidently not you and nuttin like ya if i as a dog i wouldnt bite ya nor im not beside ya boy im way in front of ya you aint even see me ya im way gone but you aint even leavin drugs beatin me up im fightin for my life and if you want that pussy beat then im mike tyson for tonite suck me up and dont you bite i dont need mike tyson here tonite my blood type is like a knife motha fucka im sharp
i got the hottest cars i rock the flyest clothes i keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya sharp yeen kno sharp hell ya
Darling you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here till the end of time
So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
It's always tease tease tease
You're happy when I'm on my knees
One day is fine, and next is black
So if you want me off your back
Well come on and let me know
Should I Stay or should I go?
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
And if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know
This indecision's bugging me
Esta indecision me molesta
If you don't want me, set me free
Si no me quieres, librame
Exactly whom I'm supposed to be
Digame quien tengo ser
Don't you know which clothes even fit me?
Sabes que ropas me queda?
Come on and let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I cool it or should I blow?
Me debo ir o quedarme?
Split
Should I stay or should I go now?
Me entra frio por los ojos
Should I stay or should I go now?
Me entra frio por los ojos
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voy va a haber peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo va a ser doble
So you gotta let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I cool it or should I blow?
Should I stay or should I go now?
Me entra frio por los ojos
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voy va a haber peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo va a ser doble
So you gotta let me know
[Mack 10: Talking]
Say bitch
Get on the good foot
Hit the block and drop a nut out a cock into a pimp sock hoe
Cause when ya know better ya do better bitch
If you wanted a motherfuckin off day
You shoulda been a secratery or somethin hoe
All the building's in New York may fall
But this motherfuckin P-I still be standin tall hoe
[Sample: Ohh I feel traumatized]
[Mack 10]
Bitch you can miss me with that, and in fact
You can sell it from the escourt service to the track
I'm like old school Snoop, "I don't love them hoes"
And I don't care if its a blizzard, bitch hoe till ya froze
I throw a bitch in the game head first like a diver
Cause Big Daddy is a gangsta and a Bentley driver
I hit all 50 states with ass to grab
Cause 1-0 a motherfucker with the gift-of-gab
Square niggaz relax it ain't no need for simpin
Shit your girl ain't missin she just hangin with pimpin'
See she had room to grow like a B in a D-Cup
I told her "now shake that mustard bitch and ketcup"
Now you my first asian hoe to you I'm a dream
But disobey, yo name is Wunthong, y'all for the team
Now sell ya ass like crack and pussy niggaz is payin
Now hit the track and turn tricks and have 'em payout and weigh em
Bitch
[Hook]
PLEASE, don't you leave me lonely
(Shut the fuck up bitch and get my money)
PLEASE, don't you leave me lonely
(please my ass bitch get my cash)
PLEASE, don't you leave me lonely
(Bitch I turn lost hoes into boss hoes)
PLEASE, don't you leave me lonely
(State to State, City to City, Titty to Titty Bitch)
[Verse 2]
I might be young but I do know the game I'm not new to this
As soon as you trip, +Roll Out+ for actin ludacris
I start callin out bitch slow down she was a lunatic
I told her plenty of times I think you losin it
I hope I don't have to shoot the bitch
That's commin straight from the heart
Cause I told her the real nigga straight from the start
I'm through with your ass and please believe you got a replacement
And about the situation it ain't no conversation in it
[Verse 3]
Bitch, you was just somethin to do know that
Plus your menatl fit the description of how a hoe acts
It musta been the life in the fast lane
Cause you was overwhelmed with how fast the cash came
The pussy was bomb for that you stuck around
All the while you knew my style and now I fucked around
You know, how I treat hoes, I pick and I choose
Thinkin' I move, but yo ass singin them blues like
[HOOK]
[Mack 10]
You know how it goes
I bomb one hoe and know a whole row of hoes like domino's
Bitch, know what I mean?
I need satisfact with a chain reaction
Bitch when it come to bustin a hoe
I'm motherfuckin 20-below
Bitch that's cold as a motherfucker
My nigga Cam say
"Hoe's like colours, and every bitch wanna be led to a pot of gold"
So my niggaz ya gotta look like a rainbow to do that shit
Ya dig?
Checkit
[Featuring The Comrades]
1 - [Comrades]
This is for my thugs
Quick to throw slugs
Never was, push and shove
Gang bangin' drug dealers
Hoo-bangin' mug {niggaz}
Penitentiary love {niggaz}
Repeat 1
[Mack 10]
I was raised Q-S'ing, shootin' through your vest and
Quick to redrum and hit water when I'm stressing
Was set, and if I don't, they know who done it
'cause out of bound {niggaz}, they get killed on the 400
Killa ki's off blood, no debatin' or contemplatin'
I got a stock 64 that's waitin' on these Dayton's
So trip if ya wanna, catch ya slippin', you'se a goner
And respect the street signs next time you're bankin' corners
[Comrades]
Do what I say once, don't make me say it twice
Just give me what I want and everything'll be alright
I'm gettin' it while the gettin' is good
And if you was in my shoes, I know that you would
I got expensive habits, I'm buyin' bud by the pound
Since dub S-C D, everybody wanna be down
We hoo-bangin' on the white and the blue collars
We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars
Woo woo, blue flag tied on my face
In a twin turbo Porche with a glock in my waste
Woo woo, if it's a problem we gon' squeeze 'til empty
We used to flip it on T, but now we flip it on ?
Woo woo, ain't no {nigga} harder than me
Hit the yard harder than me, got the yay harder than me
Woo woo, thug {niggaz} rule the earth
We on The Source in Dickies throwin' up the turf
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
[Mack 10]
I know how to do things one way, and that's illegal
Pullin' two ? and murders out a primed gray Regal
I was taught to get in and out, do what I do fast
Sigh, call up that {bitch} dog, and hit rub on they ass
Next week I'm in Vegas like Dan Tanna, and I
Wipe my finger prints off with my bandana
Make sure it's all clean, then fled the scene
I keep it cold blooded, mean
And do it all for the green
[Comrades]
?? system, mine's control
Pockets on swole and I'm fresh off parole
It ain't no limit to my mashin'
I got weed, caviar, and money in my stash
And laughin', blastin' wit my foot on the gas
And movin' fast and it's all about the cash
And havin' cheddar, with that 23rd letter
Nobody do it better, you know better, you do better {nigga}
Get around in the penitentiary
Born in, drinkin' Hennessy (cousin)
But he no kin to me (cousin)
But he friend to me
Down since elementary, with {niggaz} with tattoos
Kidnapped moves and jack moves, crack rules
In the urban area, servin' crackers with ready rock
Bassheads plague in every spot 'cause it's very hot
In the ghetto, we're wetter, we're rockin' Karate like Mister Miaki
Afford Gionni Versace, and wide bodies with the V's on 'em
Chromes with G's on 'em, she's on the left 'cause he's on 'em
Some say that I'm loc'd and I'm wild
Because I made my bread with coke and a smile
I ain't loc'd in a while
I'm hittin' corners in heels and caronas
Squeezin' lime inside of Carona's with Ramona from Arizona
And I'm smokin' on a ??, paid in the worst way
Real {niggaz} spill a little liquor to the dirt man
Repeat 1
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
If the Devil wasn't alive, Mack would be stressed
Riding around town in a bulletproof vest
Police everywhere amour cars and shh
Worried about being another victim of a hit
But my relationship too strong for real I'm a saint
A child of God and if you hate me then you ain't
Be the only G I know to take it all with no triggers
So I put my faith in Him and never no niggas
As a result of that I'm cool, seem like I'm never nervous
So catch me Sunday mornings in that 8:30 service
Told me ride with me son and I'll never leave you lonely
Yeah, troubles for a reason, 'cause now you got a testimony
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Most people get outrageous when they hit they knees
But I'm a thank you for the simple things the grass and the trees
I'm grateful for everything my fame and good wealth
I'm blessed with good money but most of all with good health
God, if they don't think I'm sincere, they don't know me, never knew me
And I tear up every time I think how good You been to me
I should of lost a few times and walked away without any pay
But I got favored with You and You gave it to me anyway
So when you blind in a situation believe, He can show you
And if you ever need a hug then just believe He can hold you
So turn to the Lord for He's the best to consult you
And that's the realest thing that Mack 10 ever told you
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Thank You for letting me conquer my enemies and they plots
And thank You for letting my momma survive them five shots
It was up close and personal a lot for a kid to see
All the stuff I been through how could I not be a G
I know you got a purpose for me, it ain't no if ands or maybes
God in case I never told You, I want to thank You for my babies
Although I'm a gangster, rapper I'm pretty smart and well rounded
I never sell my soul and I promise to stay grounded
He said all you got to do is just speak it and believe it
And everything I prayed for, I eventually receive it
While the Devil work overtime, the suckers stay doubting You
I'm aware of all my blessings and I know I'm nothing without You
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
When we were born we were just wrapped up with favor
Didn?t say we were perfect, didn?t say we didn?t make mistakes
Didn?t say we didn?t put up a little bit
But we were just wrapped up in favor
Hallelujah, mmm
I wish I had somebody in here that knew you were highly in favor
[Incomprehensible] like you would hold on
In the end not only did He give you favor
[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)
Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker!
(And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh.
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.)
Haha, niggas what!
[Fat Joe]
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
[Hook:] X 2
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
[Big Punisher]
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 'cause 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 'cause 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
[Hook] X 2
[Mack 10]
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 ok 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
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
Tha weekend, all you freak hoe's freaking
Me and Mack 10 baby come on in
Tha weekend, this shit got you tweaking
Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got?
It's tha weekend, all you freak hoe's freaking
Me and Mack 10 baby come on in
Tha weekend, this shit got you tweaking
Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got?
Yo, I'm looking for tha weekend, the weed got me tweaking
Plus the sticky green got the whole room leaking
I make the kind of shit that get a freak hoe freaking
So pump the bass and check my mic level when I'm speaking
And to you haters out there, I see you peeking
So I keep a glock and leave your punk ass leaking
I hear you creeping, even when you're sneaking
Gimme a reason, if it's on then I'm squeezing, it's tha weekend
In the streets, ain't enough ghetto for me
So bad I gotta lug the heavy metal with me
Don't hang out on your block, I got plans to bubble
Only time you seeing Tech is when I'm causing trouble
Weekend, get my cheque, I'm flossing double
Out the house, running game like I'm off the huddle
Wonder how tough my ride? Man, niggers cuff they bride
And come home from work three, stuck outside
It's tha weekend, this gat got you leaking
For speaking out of turn, nigga got to burn
Make 'em squirm, watch 'em do the funky worm
You got to learn, every fucking thing you earn
Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend
You can't fuck with weed spin
Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend
You can't fuck with weed spin
I'm a hoo-bangin' rider, retaliator till I'm leaving
Mash my opponents till they no longer breathing
I'm hatin' to parole these killas and weed dealers
My niggas there ride hoochie bitches and three-willers
Dick 'em strong and long with a groupie or ?bougie? hoe
I like 'em in a thong when they make their booty go
Run swipe up in, baby bulge and do I get 'em
When it's on my niggas get sure in 'em then I send 'em
Ain't that no mission in the butts is ain't nothing to me
Up in the club, haters don't want nothing with me
I been a hog since you niggas was cuffing ya lees
I never hog, I'm looking down at nothing but flees
In your town, I crawl up, nothing but these
Like "Hey ladies", yeah, who leaving with me?
"Hey fellas", you need to leave immediately
If you don't want your ass whupped repeatedly, this is tha weekend
It's tha weekend, this gat got you leaking
For speaking out of turn, nigga got to burn
Make 'em squirm, watch 'em do the funky worm
You got to learn, every fucking thing you earn
Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend
You can't fuck with weed spin
Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend
You can't fuck with weed spin
It's MC's please, we split through on three's, wudda
Dayton off the ground laying, like "Whoa"
I coast through your blocks slow, I'm H20, boy I got that wet flow
To douse your flame, I'll get that up out ya man
You plot, I'm sorry I shot ya man
See me whippin on the freeway, the LBC way
On the three-way with J-Wide and pack
Hell yeah, I'm riding with Mack
Mack 10 outside all night selling rocks
Patrolling with the deuce-five burning my socks
This weekend is your life, dying today
Next weekend is your wife, crying at your wake
Punk bitch screaming like "I can't believe they killed him"
Fuck nigga with a stainless plate, we wouldn't have peeled him
The hoo-banging attitude, with the gratitude
Seven days a week and make your forehead leak nigga
It's tha weekend, this gat got you leaking
For speaking out of turn, nigga got to burn
Make 'em squirm, watch 'em do the funky worm
You got to learn, every fucking thing you earn
Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend
You can't fuck with weed spin
Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend
[Verse 1: Baby]
Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six
But I'm the bird man nigga, need to score some shit
I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders
and bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Lil' Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods
She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood
The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin
And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin
Just bought a new six with bra-less kit
Put me on the floor two nines in my hip
The reason the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship
Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit
Got a old and young bitch that'll take that trick
Hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip
Gave my nigga ???? car go break them bricks
Go flood that magnoila cause I want that bitch
KC take this glock, make will of the spot
Tanto, Tito and Wap ya'll hug the block
And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked
And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop
[Hook: Juvenile & Lil' Wayne]
[Juve]
You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty
You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and serve it
And I keep it real, and I play the field
And I know when to deal, and I know when to kill
[Wayne]
And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds
And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums
You could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles
You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer
[Verse 2: Turk]
Look Nigga know that I got that work
So he plottin' and watchin' try to see when I'm gone
So he could break in my housin
I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im think I'm out of town
I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round
I'll be there pick me up from the port
On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm goin to score
Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a
half a gram for 100
This nigga just don't know
I'm on top of my game
Should have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine
That I'ma get that nigga Turk
So I got to bust his brains
Cause if I let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again
So I gotta handle that mind
get rid of the bitch quick
Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt
Jack who, take what, from who, not me
Get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streets
Hook
[Verse 3: Mack 10]
From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin'
Sherm smokin, crack, sellin'
Blood and Cripp walkin
Mack One-0's the name nigga
Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and West Side
Who Bang is the game nigga
Recognize a G in me, off top we wig-splitters
Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' niggas check it
I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me
And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me
I fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks
Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price
And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice
I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with them south niggas
U know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas
Mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung related
I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided
From the feet up G'd up is my everyday behavior
A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor's
The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night
Mack is to much of a rider
I could never be a sucker
I'ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker
She wants me to break it half
So i'mma crack it like humpty dumpty
Her brothas want jump me
But but motherfuck a lil trick
She can get the dicka dee dick dick down south or in her mouth
Bustin' nigs I like to digs dark meat
Big booty but no cellulete
I'll grab it stab it cause I gots to have dag nabbit
Fuck it like rabbit
Wanna make it holla
Oh what the hell
Bust a right turn 12 dollar motel
Cause in the hood thats the best a nigga get
Small room smelling like cigarettes
Look girl it's a bed and builing
So stop acting like you gotta have the hilton
It's four walls so drop your drawls and get cozy
Cause i'mma break you off something at the mozi-wozi
Chorus:
*woman moans*
(mozi-wozi)
Mack 10 bitch
(niggaz make a children)
Foe life
(bitch I'll be there)
You got damn right
(if it cares to trip 'em)
Before we get busy go and take a shower
But hurry up shit cause we only got an hour
And I plan to be in it up to win it a good 45 minutes
And break that back down
Stick yo ass in the air and lay yo head flat down
Waking up the neighbors nothing can save ya
But I hope I don't catch the vapors
Cause funky ass cock is a turn off
It gets me hotter than pace paconie sauce
]from new yor city ('new york city')
You got a big ole ass and little bitty titties
But it's cool, cause I can hunt for your chest
And now we getting complaints from the front desk
At my door just to get a peek freak
Motherfucka kinda nozy at the mozi-wozi
Bridge: [mack 10] x4
*woman moans*
I'm breakin' hoes down 'till their very last complaint
Ass up face down
Ain't no frontin' on the pussy that I'm gettin'
Name is mack 10 but fuck it I'm still sweating
You won't believe all the wreak I'm catching
I'm hard as a brick and my rubber is stretching
See a motel bed can take a pounce
When you give it more bounce to the ounce
And I'm feeling it from the way I'm hung
And I'm killing it I might puncture a lung
Now the mozi-wozi is the place for chillin'
But the bathroom towels ain't worth stealin'
The t.v.'s broke and the carpet is dirty
And you got till about 12:30
To have yo ass out
But don't fuck around and get drunk and pass out
Cause before I can finish this rhymes
You hear a buzzer and a bitch yealen check out time
Chorus
Bitch so don't even trip
(mozi-wozi)
Bridge x2
Bitch
[Intro: Mack 10, Kurupt (), Dat Nigga Daz {}]
(Blaze up)
{Oh yeah}
World wide, west side
Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop {Sucka}
{Nothin but the cavi}
Hey, Daz {Sup}
Check this out, dog
[Mack 10]
Now when I come to ya'll hood, ya'll watch my back
And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be
[Dat Nigga Daz]
It ain't no questions asked
You down to blast for me?
Down to ride for me?
Down to die for me?
I come through for these sucka-ass niggas who rep
Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked
We swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub
[Kurupt]
We in the war zone,
Where the war's on
Where ya gun, nigga?
Show em where you're from, nigga
Ridin-ass young nigga
Arsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rollin with the force
He's out to catch a body
Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party
Now he's walking around smarter
Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumpin
I'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin
[Chorus: Mack 10, Dat Nigga Daz (), Kurupt {}]
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near}
Cause niggas like us do platnium every year
(And if I ruled this sphere)
{Your shit'd disappear}
Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
And wave em all around like ya just don't care
We're ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi
[Mack 10]
I'm servin niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast
Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most
Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, fuck around and be a single
From the who bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls
Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls
We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it
But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked
[Dat Nigga Daz]
I'll be goddamned
I'm in it for a meal ticket
And the goal's succesful
I don't know who to prove a show
Usual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
Ya'll don't know us like that,
Where the gang-banger's hang at
They "Daz, are you a rider?"
I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood
On a cash mission bailin hood to hood
[Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
I feel like loose-shakin niggas like dice
Forever in the day
Say what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,
It's all about mashing, cashin heat in the stash
When you're in the neigborhood of assassins
What you say?
[Chorus]
[Outro: Dat Nigga Daz, Mack 10 ()]
What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
All day night, and all night long
When you wake up in the morining
And you start to yawn
All day night, and all night long
C'mon, C'mon
(Yeah, dub S.C.G.
D.P.G.C.
Ha ha ha,
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
It might make ya rich
Wesssydeee,
Biatch)
F/ 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
I'd be like, damn! This shit is unbelievable
Nowadays a nigga can't even bust a hoe
Just like this one broad, I seen her on my show
The bitch called herself Mack C 10
Then the gangsta boogie on rock and throwin' bows
Man, this bitch eat more Cassie and cornrows
I told her, "Next time let the pussy get it drippin'
Bitch, put some dick in your life, now, quit trippin'"
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"
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, "Guess, I ain't so and I tote for free
If you want your bitch, keep a ass away from me, ya heard me?"
She said, she don't wan' no dick at all
She said, she rather lick or click them balls
She said, she don't wan' no dick at all
She said, she rather lick or click them balls
Now, tell me, what I gotta do to get the kick?
Without the bullshit like the dick is forbidden
What the deal here is you rather go chick on chick
With no dick when you fuckin' just click to click
I should've read between the lines but I was buggin' and shit
By thinkin' a pierced tongue was for suckin' a dick
Yeah, you had me, fooled, a church goer you say
But religiously P.I. peanuts every Tuesday
Tellin' me about your man, he was your first and your last
Not to mention all the drag how you was hurt in the past
And now, female'll be sensitive to your needs
'Cause niggas always got a trick up they sleeves
But on the real though, is the answer still no?
Like you rather have a hoe strap on dildo
Basically, the broads act like they ain't missin' a dick
They rather bump up each other cock and just lay up and lick
Damn! Ain't that some fucked up shit?
She said, she don't wan' no dick at all
She said, she rather lick or click them balls
She said, she don't wan' no dick at all
She said, she rather lick or click them balls
I smell that, Mack dime, Mack dime
They say a woman can please woman better
Than the man can please a woman
The woman knows what woman like
But I don't believe the 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
I used to think of her about a year and half ago
How we contaminated like the water in [Incomprehensible] Mexico
I crack to say that, oh, I used to lake that
I pulled her panties to the side to let her take a ride
Right, bitches, all night, bitches, fight bitches
On the middle of we all together, bitches
Suck around and turn the party out
[Incomprehensible] corner over to retaliate cowards be out
This have to rip out, to the whole protect it, pow
Hotta Pow, lexible, illegible, irresistible, physical, kiss a pow
Are you tryin' anything to get, you try sexual?
She said, she don't wan' no dick at all
She said, she rather lick or click them balls
She said, she don't wan' no dick at all
She said, she rather lick or click them balls
She said, she don't wan' no dick at all
She said, she rather lick or click them balls
She said, she don't wan' no dick at all
Yeah, you're about to witness somethin'
You never thought you'd witness before, check this out
Welcome to the house the D O double G built
We got honey, cream, silk an' milk
We make that big bank an' 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 an' the beat dogs
True niggas do niggas, hey, you nigga
Can't get with us 'coz we rip shit up
It's Mack Dime an' D O dub
Here's a toast to the most, West coast love
Fo' sho' though, I let you know from the get go
Pullin' on my endo, rollin' through the Wood with my kin dog
Not De La Soul but fresh on parole
Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole
I'm known 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'
An' niggas say we bangin' 'coz our colors be flamin'
But I'd rather push crack, let the bank roll stack
I show Snoop how to whoop an' then I front him a sack
Nigga, better blue tennis shoes tidy with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin' party
I got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
The cold thing about it is that them niggas kept it true
Inglewood family is what they claim to bang
Street Rue an' Maddog, I think that was his name
But anyway, what can I say? Oh, by the way, is anybody 'kay?
So when you in L.A. or nigga, 'round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
Long Beach, oh with the ING
Long Beach, oh with the ING
Long Beach, oh with the ING
I'm makin' green in the rap scene from coast to coast
An' rollin' three wheel motion from the woods to the ocean
See, Snoop an' Tray Dee in the LBC
An' wasn't nobody trippin', just cool as can be
No harm up in norm, so the hatas got bigger
But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold plated trigger
An' that's fo' sho' though, you know how it go
Jump in the low low an' bang with the homies, fuck a ho
So just keep away crack an' leave your bulletproof vest
Dogg, there ain't no need for that, we headed west to the QS
Game recognize game an' it always should
It's all good an' you niggas got a passion, Inglewood
Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like Monie
That's on, the one an' 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
Now all my peoples in the LBC
Pull up a chair an' have a dime bag on me
See, we be DPGin' this, we in this thang
To make hits an' bump a bitch an' maintain
'Coz 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 an' 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 an' 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
Long Beach, oh with the ING
Long Beach, oh with the ING
They live on the streets an' they hustle for fame
Some claim 20 Crip but most claim insane
See, it's not a lifestyle, it's a full time job
An' if you live in Long Beach, it's like a macabre
From block to block, everybody's bad
An' 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
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
An' keep the yay on the stove 'til the whole ki cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm callin' all hogs
It's Connect gang rollin' with the Pound an' Snoop Dogg
An' everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be
It's Long Beach with the Ingle dub O O D City
Long Beach, oh with the ING
Long Beach, oh with the ING
Long Beach, oh with the ING
Gangsta's don't dance we boogie
Usually always down for the come up, late nite to sun up
365 look out, I took out niggaz foe they loot
When I drive-by I shoot
Blast their ass, smoke the spot like a genie
Many niggaz want to be one, but they don't want to see me
Mack the renegade rap rebel, ghetto livin unforgivin
I've been driven psycho, I just might go buck buck buck
Wild do it right, keep it tight
So I sight busters in the scope, no hope
Cut short by the cutthroat, I make heads flaot
Cause I'm dope as caviar, by far nigagz from the inglewood
To the compton car
In my click crooked legit shit you can't fuck wit
Fool like b.g. I'm brung up down
To kick dust hit you up then I bust nigga
Mack 10's the name
(I heard the name in 99 different places)
Mack 10's the name
(the name's mack 10, and I live inglewood)
Up jumped the boogie bang bang, when I dump give ya hell
When the shells kick out the riot pump
When I jerk it, klack klack work it
Easy if it's greasy
One time had to pull they straps to freeze me
Elite on my feet, if I don't see heat
I slang boulder, I soldiers, the west side streets
Down for the do low know, crazy that as gets
The gangsta shit don't quit
Much more bounc to the ounce, slippedy slide
Let me ride on these niggaz, check em nine double-m fully tech em
Straight up gun play one way, rat-a-tat-tat em
Buck red hot ones at em, aim at em, flame at pop-um
Till me drop em kill or be killed so I keep my clip filled
When I ball, whatta hell, it's my everyday behavior
Khakis, slingshot, and chuck taylors
Mack 10's the name
(I heard the name in 99 different places)
Mack 10's the name
Shake your ass
K-Dee bayby
He's hard on his hoez
This is H-O-E-Killa all day, thrilla
Pussy thrilla come in smootha than a miller
Genuine draft ben you in half
Fishin' 'cause my mish in is to gettin' 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, it's 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 chocolate
Ty get my clown on daily
Don't nutt in come free, see bitch this is K-Dee
Still try in ta ban this skanless brotha
Un nother 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 them hoez with the big butts
I dig um, smack um, slap um, on the ass
Out with a tank full of gas and a pocket full of cash
I'm paid, in fact, I'm ah Mack with 10
Times mo game, now tell me who you blame
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
(H-O-E-K, all muthafuckin' day)
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
(H-O-E-K, all muthafuckin' day)
Mack 10, comin' straight outta plain Inglewood
He got to ups on your hoez
Uh, and you know that, and you know that
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 jewels
'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
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 my 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, it's that nigga Mack 10 nuttin' up on a hoe
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
(H-O-E-K, all muthafuckin' day)
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
(H-O-E-K, all muthafuckin' day)
H-O-E-K, all muthafuckin' day
"Yo Banks, give me a funky-ass bass line"
(Mack 10)
Here's a little something, bout a nigga like me
Never shoulda been let out the penatentiory
Mack 10, I'd like to say
That I'm a crazy mothafucka, from around the way
Since I was a youth, I grew weed out
Now I'm the mothafucka that you read about
Selling a ounce or two, that's what the hell I do
You don't like how I'm living, well FUCK YOU!
This is the dope game, and I'm in it
My nigga G, will fuck you up in a minute
With a, right, left, right, left ya toothless
Then you say, GOD DAMN THEY RUTHLESS
Everywhere we go they say "DAMN"
It's the connect game, fucking up the programme
Then they realise we don't care
We don't say no, we to busy saying YEEAH!
About drinking, straight out the odd bottle
Do I look like a mothafucking role model ?
Too a kid looking up to me
Life ain't nothing but bitches and money
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
You fuck with me, I'll put a foot in ya ass
See, I don't give a fuck, cause I keep dealing
Yo, what the fuck are they yelling ?
(Chorus)
GANGSTA GANGSTA
"That's what they yelling" - DR. DRE
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - EAZY-E
GANGSTA GANGSTA
"Yo Mack, say what the fuck you feeling,
and don't hold a damn thing back"
(Mack 10)
Me and my homeboys stepped in the house
All the punk ass niggaz started breaking out
Cause you know, they know what's up
So we start looking for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep crying
"I got a boyfriend", Bitch stop lying
Dumb ass hooker, ain't nothing but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like
Walked over to 'em, and said "What's up ?"
The first nigga that I saw, banged 'em in the jaw
Cube starts stomping 'em with W.C.
By that time, got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
WAIT UP!, "Let's start some shit"
I got a shot-gun, and here's the plot
Taking niggaz out with a flurry of buck shots
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!, yeah I was gunning
Then you looked, and all you see is niggaz running
And falling, and yelling, and pushing and screaming, and cussing
I stepped back, and I kept bussing
Then I realised, it's time for me to go
So I shot, jumped in the vehicle
It's like this, because of that HOO-RIDE
The Hoo-Bang niggaz, wanted for a homicide
Cause I'm the type a nigga, that's built to last
You fuck with me, I'll put a foot in ya ass
I don't give a fuck, cause I keep dealing
Yo, what the fuck are they yelling ?
(Chorus) - w/ minor variation in last line
(Mack 10)
Homies all standing around, just hanging
Some dope dealing, some gang-banging
We decide to roll, and we deep
See a nigga on 20's and we creep
Real slow, and before you know
I had the .44, pointed in the window
He got scared, and hit the gas
Right then, I knew I had to smoke his ass
He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so I said FUCK IT!
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweating all the bitches, in the tight-ass shorts
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
With 6 niggaz in the coupe, is you crazy ?
She was scared, and then was sure
We all said "FUCK YOU BITCH", and kept going
To the hood, that we was sent to
Find something else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bomb rush, but we call it rat-pack
On a nigga, witta hella surprise
Mack 10 will go stupid, when he full on train-eyes
I might stumble, but still won't loose
Now I'm dressed in the county blues
Cause I'm the type a nigga that's built to last
Fuck with me, I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I don't give a fuck, caz I keep dealing
Yo, what the fuck are they yelling ?
(Chorus) w/ minor variation in last line again
(Mack 10)
Here's a little gangsta short in size
With a T-shirt and Levis, as his only disguise
Built like a tank, and hard to hit
Mack 10 and Scoop go running shit
(Scoop)
Well I'm the nigga Scoop, the one they talking about
Nigga tried to roll a dice, and straight cracked out
At least try to roll, it's time to go
I creep away real slow, and jump in the 6-4
With the ???
Digging the scene with the gangstaline
Cause I'm the Scoop, I don't slang or bang
I just smoke mothafuckas like it ain't no thang
And to you bitches, you know I'm talking to you
"We wanna fuck you Scoop!"
I wanna fuck you too
Cause you see, I really don't take no shit
(Mack 10)
So let me tell you mothafuckas who you fucking wit
(Scoop)
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
You fuck with me, I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I don't give a fuck, cause I keep dealing
Yo, what the fuck are they yelling ?
[Verse 1]
I'm hittin switches all day
Hit the block set it off like gary gray
I smoke weed gold-d's on the cherry tray
Pockets full pitbulls drinking perier (haha, yeah)
13 inches of pure joy
When I'm on the switch I'm like a kid with a new toy
Rollin on 3, with 2 red bones on E
We caravanning to the beach
Niggers dippin these streets
I'm good on the switch never missing a beat
4 switches all I need and I love this shit
Drop the ass on the bitch and scrape the bumper kid
Well just pull up to my bumber baby
Who want some of this hot ass tray
I would gas hop, but no need to stomp her
3 licks I'm gonna bump her
[Chorus]
Just throw your mother fucking hands in the air
Represent your hood like you just don't care
Set up shop never close and get riches
And never stop rolling foes and hittin switches
Throw your mother fucking hands in the air
Represent your hood like you just don't care
Set up shop never close and get riches
And never stop rolling foes and hittin switches
[Verse 2]
I put some down west pound riding it's hot top chop 6 ace
Like a wild bull as a pump chump me around
Feeling like my back is on the sign of bubbles
Has the bass up sound
I hit the corner on 3 wheels
Rag cop keep popping like wheat pills
You know I floss down the shore cos I love LA
Back to the hood down vanessa let the bumper scrape yeah
Low riders for hundreds spoke daggers
Low riders for all the who bangers
Bounce, rock, swerve, and skate
Hit the switch up and down from back to pancake
Bounce, rock, swerve, and skate
Hit the switch up and down
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Baby come fly with me, get high with me
Let me show you how a riders suppose to be
Trunk tight, ready to take flight
Up and down the shore all night
Nigger when the trunk up
You see gates and punks
Rag ace rap, metal flakes with humps
Stay on point like stiletto
Square dump and be bumpin through the ghetto
Classic chevrolet with the top off in my dumps
It's more square than a xena knockoff
It's who banging for life
And none other than westside ride and gangsters straight thug
When it's time to clown get the set with the sunforce down
SPG's having platinum d's as we bounce, rock, skate, players motivate
In the icy candy paint
Squeak ru:
You know sometimes life is a trip
It can make you do mysterious thangs.
And sometimes life is a bitch
How do you deal with the pain?
Niggas rather smile in my face
Stick a knife in my mothafuckin' back
Than to see my family doin' well
And my pockets steady gettin' fat.
Since the age of 14 you know
I been representin' my neighborhood.
G'd up every goddamned day
Puttin' it down foe the city of inglewood.
And I ain't asked nobody for shit
Ain't nobody had to front me no sack
Everything I got I did it by myself
And that's a mothafuckin' fact.
But why when I'm doin my own thang
And why when I'm on my own grind
Niggas wanna turn they back
And act like squeak done switched sides.
And even though I got niggas that I love
And niggas that I know is real.
I still got them niggas that I wanna
Take my pistol and stick it to they fuckin' grill.
But have you ever been down wit the homies
Because you thought the homies was true?
Or have you ever been down wit the homies
And found out the homies ain't down with you?
Did y'all expect us? No, uh
Bitches, can y'all get naked?
That's right
Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see
Fa so la ti, it's chi chi
Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me
Talks to eat shit, wanna sleep with it
Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress
Tryin' to see the top stop, everything drop so
Everything drop platinum or gold
And the whole world know
I'm that playboy J, doin' it my way like Usher
And I don't feel bad when I crush ya
Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all
With shit that's gon' make niggas forget y'all
You feel me dog? I'm a C H I, multi
And I live and die for the whole pie
You can call it what you want
I'm a motherfuckin' vet
And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills
And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills
You know that Na Na got the heater shit
That uh, everybody wanna eat her shit
Niggas talkin' about they six wanna see this shit
Knowin' half a y'all broads wanna be this bitch
From NY to the west side
Motherfuckers keep me in the best ride
38 chest size, ain't fuckin' less, I come off
With like 30 G's easy once the nigga dead off
Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck
I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch
And everything I rocks with
Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky
Got to bank this to even see me half naked
Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci
Ridiculous ice, tag me, million dollar price
Stay frontin', y'all cats ain't seen nothin'
And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills
And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills
I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino
And keep the semi glock, where ever me go
I stay ruger ready, or either Smith and Wesson
And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I'm tested
So where you wanna meet at playa, over here?
I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear
Plus I'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen
Put your shades on when you peep the Lex 'cuz the baguettes glisten
I want the whole three dozen and with that drama, biz
Well, it all depends on how ill your na na is
Can you go O-T with a few and a gun?
But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one?
Now you can be up in the west and do it my way
Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA
Wanna ball, well, let's bounce, get the heat and the scale
Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell
And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills
And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
And all we about is them dollar dollar bills
Turn it up
The Hoo Banger, Mack 10
The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown
And the homie JD, the don chi chi
Look at my car, looking my glow name,
Can't you tell I'm winning, yeah I'm winning, winning, winning,
What's your pain,.. it's just the beginning, beginning,
It's ain't finish, cause I'm winning, winning.
Ex-loser for a stereo, the chef is so... cooking that thing I order
Time is relevant each 24 hours is like my money... with the power
I got the power to change how I live, garage for the,.....
Accounts for the cash... in the crib,
It smells like boil of... in here
Who ever thought is a youngster... marbles
Where I sit... A hood for the soldiers that shoot for the...
So don't try, is invite only big party start up with just me and my hobbies,
Models in... you can... I fuck for this...
[Chorus:]
Look at my car, looking my glow name,
Can't you tell I'm winning, yeah I'm winning, winning, winning,
What's your pain,.. it's just the beginning, beginning,
It's ain't finish, cause I'm winning, winning.
Ex-loser,.. was never present, now... never absent,
Teach start you lesson, Watching baby undressin'
Call... Now here's the party... the girls start fightin'
All we need is the key to the...
All we need is the...
If I make you... watch me straight like...
Yeah, that's the life for the women,.. the wife...
I eat them both right...
When I... two more parties, 3am I got 4 more models,
Still celebrating, yeah we made it...
Look at my cars, look at my clothes, man,
Can't you tell I'm winning, winning,
Yeah, I'm winning, winning,
... in the day, it's just the beginning, beginning,
It's ain't finish, cause I'm winning yeah
I'm winning
[Mack 10]
Get money
T-Boz, Mack 10
Millennium Bonnie & Clyde
We hoo bangin' and hoo ridin'
What?
I was raised in the hood so what the heck
So I represent the Wood and get respect
Catch me in the club parlayin'
Taking flicks with about hundred different 'certs
Up in my mix
I never knew nothin' but the hustle
I was able to deal
What they call the root of evil
Got me living on the hills
Still rollin' chrome boy, it's on boy
You can take the boy out the hood
But not the hood out the homeboy
[T-Boz]
When I walked into the place
Everybody could read my face
I am the illest bitch inside
Swing low, now let me ride
Playa, playa did I mention please
Have you sick down to your knees
Think you're good enought to tap, please
Now sing the hook ladies, hey
1 - [T-Boz]
Rollin' through the hood and it feels alright
Picking any fella that I want tonight
And if I feel like it, I just might
Cause I know, I know I'm tight, to def
Repeat 1
[T-Boz]
I step to the flyest guy
Look him dead ass in his eye
Check myself cause I know I'm fly
No need to ask me why
If you pull out I just might
Don't front or believe the hype
I come real, ain't the average type
Dut-dut-duta-dut, duta-dut
Repeat 1 (2x)
[Mack 10]
You haters is trife
You wish you had my life
Living in a three point somethin' with an R&B; wife
I take care of my crew
Just ask my boo
Cause if I buy me some ice
Then I lace her too
My peak position on the charts is always one
And I never leave the house without packing a gun
Remember me back in my youth
But in case you missed it
Don't mess around and get done
Gettin' this rap stuff twisted
Mack got NBA figures like I'm hoopin'
You can catch me rag 'rari scoopin'
Or either Bentley Coupin'
You need to check your girl partna
She just blew me a kiss
Look at her jockin' the ice around my neck and my wrist
Her friend came up to me and said
I didn't want to stare but it's like a hood rat dream
To get to braid your hair
I said keep it real shorty it just ain't the brains alone
It's that whole thug mentality that turns you on
Now ain't it?
Repeat 1 (2x)
[Mack 10](T-Boz)
Hustle right to there ain't nothing left
And keep it tight to def
Hustle right to there ain't nothing left
And keep it tight to def
(Huh? Talk about it be about it)
Hustle right to there ain't nothing left
And keep it tight to def
(You know what they say, steady long, steady wrong)
Hustle right to there ain't nothing left
And keep it tight to def
On them thangs
On them thangs
On them thangs
On them thangs
When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it
It's my Afrikan express, I don't leave home without it
Summertime just ain't known for the weather
It's hot 'cause niggas bring out shit they put together
13 to 14 7's can't miss
But on some shit you got to let 15-8's twist
Chevy trucks and 'em, El Caminos anybody want Danas
I got them for eight [Incomprehensible]
All day long, gold or all chrome it's on
You out to get 'em 'cause the tires come with 'em
But they ain't for busters only hogs roll D's
So keep yo' stocks on if you can't fade these
Thousand in my pocket, yayo I rock it
Keep my lond clean so the car hops can jock it
Hit the switch up and down, make the bumper drag the ground
On the 'Shaw, every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs
On them thangs
On them thangs
On them thangs
On them thangs
Get the hammer, be sure that yo' strap ain't a jammer and as long
As ain't nuthin' wrong then beat I'm on
As I watch for the lick, I got the switch to make me hit
Front back side to side and that three wheel shit
Won't hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce
But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose
It don't stop for Mack, it's the same ol' same ol'
Danas gold as I lay low, twisting like a tornado
In that surplus gear like the G of the year
Fuck the hour, it's all about the money and the power
Ain't about set trippin', no bloodin', no crippin'
Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches
As I'm rollin' out of control and smoking humps
Crank up the bumptie bumps 4 gates and square dumps
So I bang it, make the 20's slide when I swang it
Lick it once, lick it twice as nice when I hang it on them thangs
D's, I'm on 'em, killas they want 'em
D's, I'm on 'em, killas they want 'em
On them thangs
D's, I'm on 'em, killas they want 'em
D's, I'm on 'em, killas they want 'em
On them thangs
D's, I'm on 'em, killas they want 'em
D's, I'm on 'em, killas they want 'em
D's, I'm on 'em, killas they want 'em
D's, I'm on 'em, killas they want 'em
Old Chevy's to Cadillacs on twisters and Doves
Everybody got a plaque given pub to they car club
Mafia for life individuals and Damus Ride
Majestics and them niggas from the southside
New school to old school, get their ride on
Bendin' corners caravaning like 50 strong
In a Rag Top that and a hard top this
Bustin' ho's 'cause you can't miss if you let 'em twist
So get you a set of them what we call Dana's
And see for yo'self all the bitches they brang us
Cut the wheel right to left and make the ass end slide
Now all the riders ride and skate from side to side on them thangs
On them thangs
On them thangs
On them thangs
Beef done started, nigga, ain't no checking out now
I'ma bring it every day til' I X ya out now
See with that guerrilla rappin', got ya in two
Some shit you can't handle, so nigga fuck you
Wanna be gangsta? Killer type nigga?
Betcha any money, you gonna die tonight, nigga
Ya must don't know who you fucking with
Lil' Turk young and thuggin' and that nigga Mack 10
I'll put your family in it, yeah, I plays it raw
You'd do it to me, so I don't give a fuck
I'm a young nigga, don't let the age fool ya
Two double O one, that's the ones that'll do ya
Nigga find you, I'm on the phone with him
What he coming this way?
Whatch how quick I will split him
And when I shoot nigga, look shoot to kill
Call it a murder 'cause you ain't gonna live
Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
Nothing but the killer
I'll make you disappear as if you dissolved
My problems solved, it's the 44 revolve
I squeeze nigga, please nigga, shit
Ya'll could never fuck with none of these niggas
You know what's best for you homie?
I feel you, I know you want to be hard
But just know I'm gonna kill you
Bro, y'all on that rah, rah shit
And fuck around and let me hit that la, la shit
Now I'm full of that [Incomprehensible]
They call angel dust
And I ain't the one to be trusting 'cause I feel like busting
I got hot hollows that'll run right throw ya
[Incomprehensible] and Turk gonna do you
So do the right thing, homie, get and understood?
Keep ya flasks tucked in when you come to my hood
You would get a pass but I'm over set trippin'
Got a dome lil' daddy 'cause you shouldn't been slippin'
Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
Nothing but the killer
Nigga, I got big nuts and I'll drop em' quick
You can be big or small, you'll still get split
I got two nines and I never get stuck
Sixteen a piece when beef it fuck
Shit and I'ma let loose, nigga 'til ya cold and numb
I got a AK for ya and it came with a drum
That's a hundred rounds spitting, so please don't tempt me
It keep busta, busting 'til this bitch get empty
I'ma rap this shit, I'm living it nigga
And where I'm from they always a killin' my nigga
Get it twisted if ya want dog watch what happen
Won't live another day 'cause lil' Turk gone nab em'
Say mother fuck him, Turk and that's all I gotta say
If you don't get him in New Orleans than I'll got him in LA
This Mack 10 nigga and I'm all about killing
Whether gang related, beefing or over drug dealing
Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
Nothing but the killer
Murder
Bloody, bloody murder
Murder
[allfrumthai]
It go m a c to the k one to the o
Bitches scream ho
Hoo bangin with nothin but the cavi
Stepin out the smog like a hog with my family
Squeak, ru and mack dime on the fade
Been lacen up our stars and stealin cars since the 8th grade,
Quick to pull your lid
You can call us butch cassady and the sundance kid
Mack the inglewood maniac, whos got the biggest sack
Niggas that get large get put on contract,
And thats a fact he's all about big bucks
When he's saggin with his motherfuckin khakis and chucks
Chicken hawkin, swoop down low my nigga stalkin
Allfrumtha I when we mob we ain't talkin
Binky, mack once again it's on foe life
Presence is felt, before we takin yo life
Chorus
Mack 10, mack 10, cant you understand
Mack 10, mack 10, bitch I'm the motherfuckin man
Mack 10, mack 10, cant you understand
Mack 10, mack 10, bitch I'm the motherfuckin man
[comrads]
Hey comrad, we keep pushin this crack
Niggas gettin washed up, and we can't have that
Niggas makin all these snaps with these wack ass raps
So we went to inglewood when we finished our sack
It was back in january or was it febuary
I have to do some time, mack dime told me not to worry
The scene was kinda scary he sent me commisary
I did my time and touched down with a flurry
Told me not to worry, signed a deal in a hurry
No more slangin dope to those niggas in missouri
Bagets on our jewlry, futures no longer blurry
And if you see a bitch with us fo sho she's temporary
And you know we got it like that
Rolexed out the game spotin croca sacks
Nigga thats what you get when you fucks with me
The comrads and mack d.i.m.e.
Chorus
[mack 10]
I can leap tall buildings twist on them thangs
I made nothing but the cavi hits an hoo banged
I set traps to make snaps from coast to coast
And now I'm up to seven figures and I'm doin the most
I watch niggas cause they shady, I pack a lil 380
Look out for my peoples everything is all gravy
Is mack a cool nigga? yeap, I guess, maybe
Bought a bubble eyes benz for my bitch and my baby
Always talk about the hood, cause they say that I'm a bragger
And if yous ain't a true blue, then yous a red dager
If your girl want a thug then you know that I'm a tag her
But if she set me up then imma have to body bag her
Lay the back down on the chevy so the ass is a dragger
If a bitch is at the house while I'm jackin imma gag her
Wear my clothes like a banger, so of course imma sagger
Plus a young nigga rollin' more stones than mick jagger
INTRO:
Am I A Hustla?
(Yeah)
Say What?
(Oh Yeah)
Yeah
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Well This Must Be The Hustlas Anthem
(Yeah)
Hoo' Bangin'
(Oh Yeah)
VERSE 1:
If it start off soft,I can turn it to hard,
Then hit the boulevard in a drop top with a broad,
I walk the green import and push fast cars,
With a fetish for bank wads and cuban cigars,
Yo, peep the way i do it,
I'm young,fly and flashy,
I'm so L.A, so hood and so classy,
Lookin' for that good stuff?
Dont hesitate to ask me,
Bet i got what you need,
So be sure to run it past me,
And just incase it's on,
Keep the blue steel and chrome,
The homies hop in and roam,
With khaki suits on,
And we real with it homes,
These rap dudes is clones,
Mess around with Mack Dime,
And foe' sho it be on,
As for my resume respect it,
Or be sure to check it,
I got a batch of that aquatic sure to get you naked,
So play your cards right and win before you deck it,
When i heard this beat knockin' foe' sho i had to wreck it,
C'mon!
HOOK:
Disrespect, get checked,
Snatch you up by your neck,
Young money tryin'a be the man too quick,
Homie this ain't checkers this a game of chess,
Why do i do it like this?
'cause you like it like this.
Talk alot of mess 'cause i do it the best,
Some of y'all don't like me but ya gimme respect
When i'm lying in the grave i guess i'll give it a rest,
Why do i do it like this?
'cause you like it like this
VERSE 2:
I got a large clientel for whatever i sell,
I don't guess the weight i tell with a digital scale,
I got money cut for bail,
But before i see a jail,
Im'a change clothes and roll like Jay and Pharrell,
I like to switch up my game and rotate my pros,
Park the GT Bentley and pull out the Phantom Rolls,
And i pack the kinda heat that you can't expose,
So my stash box enclosed with Fo'Fo's and calicos,
'cause your boy One-0 is ever so gun-ho,
No scope,I get up close my vision tunnel
Got that white by the bricks and green by the bundle,
With a crew of broads workin' its never just One-0 oh,
HOOK:
Disrespect, get checked,
Snatch you up by your neck,
Young money tryin'a be the man too quick,
Homie this ain't checkers this a game of chess,
Why do i do it like this?
'cause you like it like this.
Talk alot of mess 'cause i do it the best,
Some of y'all don't like me but ya gimme respect
When i'm lying in the grave i guess i'll give it a rest,
Why do i do it like this?
'cause you like it like this
VERSE 3:
I know you like it like this,
Like i said if it ain't ready i can rock it like this,
Foe' Sho im'a have the hood poppin' like this,
Mack 10 got that bomb beat drop it like this
I know you like it like this,
Like i said if it ain't ready i can rock it like this,
Foe' Sho im'a have the hood poppin' like this,
Mack 10 got that bomb beat drop it like this
HOOK:
Disrespect, get checked,
Snatch you up by your neck,
Young money tryin'a be the man too quick,
Homie this ain't checkers this a game of chess,
Why do i do it like this?
'cause you like it like this.
Talk alot of mess 'cause i do it the best,
Some of y'all don't like me but ya gimme respect
When i'm lying in the grave i guess i'll give it a rest,
Why do i do it like this?
'cause you like it like this
OUTRO:
(Yeah)
Am i a hustla?
(Yeah)
Am i a hustla?
(Yeah)
Hahaha
(Oh yeah)
Nate Dogg
(Yeah)
Rucka,you still there homie?
(Yeah)
Mack One-0
(Yeah)
Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the do'
Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the back
Squed up, squed up, fuck y'all
Listen
Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do thangs
About every car that you name, on twenty-two thangs
We likely to have a few drinks, beat up a few lanes
Spittin' game at a cute thang, make her get a crew brain
All the Heinekens in mo' if it ain't dro we don't want it
Cut my song on homie, yeah, that squad shit we own it
Droopy high come see the future, we livin' for the moment
Whole sucka on corners, the dance floor up pistols on it
And everybody know you fuck up, we killin' ya
The whole club familia' with my familia'
Chicken heads boriquas gon' follow where I go
I ain't got nothin' for them but a dick and a Taco?
And everybody know right where the gat me when they dap
Fuck up I put yo eyes right when you lap me
And I ain't come to sign shit, unless it's a bar tappin'
I ain't takin' no pictures unless I'm palm in [Incomprehensible]
Where the fuck y'all?
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
L.A. let the thugs in the club
A.T.L. let the thugs in the club
Chi-town let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
I like shinin' but dog I'm in love with thuggin'
I like clubbin' but I get off when I'm beefin' and bustin'
I got a Bentley, Beemeh', Benz, Lex
Got a bullet proof hummer for just creepin' on 'sess
I got a roley, matter fact 'bout three or fou'
Got a couple of neck pieces that I wear at the show
Niggas know all the trouble that come with me
Niggas know it ain't the bluffet that come from me
Me and my click draw party every week at them crib
For hustlers and convicts, they get it, how they live
[Incomprehensible] keep it real for the block and chill
Yeah I'm happy and wha 'cuz I got a few mill'
Don't thank I won't steal, wrap the K and kill
Don't thank I won't say-uh a bird and crush the pills
When it's time to bling, nigga I bling
When it comes to do the damn thang, I do the damn thang
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
Yo, yo
Now it ain't no secret that I'm slangin' and bangin'
And like a sack of dope rocks, my nuts be hangin'
It's Inglewood and Q.S., is the hood I'm claimin'
And I'm in already, so my colors is flamin'
It's for the project bitches who be backin' it up
And all the hardcore hustlers that be stackin' it up
And no matter where you from, represent yo city
If you a ghetto get crunk, if you's a diddy get chicky
Get yo walk on, rib-riders if you true blue
Get yo bang on, and thow yo hood up, die move
While I buy the whole bar 'cuz you no one know
I got a spotter and a front and a rag top fo'
I keep it ghetto, gutta, gangsta like a west coast G
The homies trust the dope man so we got in free
Like a stampede rust through and or we sell
Was let a stoo' bitch and get shot in the head
Ba, ba, ba, ba
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
Miami let the thugs in the club
New Orleans let the thugs in the club
Texas let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Milwauk let the thugs in the club
The Bay let the thugs in the club
New York let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Carolina let the thugs in the club
Ohio let the thugs in the club
Tennessee let the thugs in the club
Detroit let the thugs in the club
St. Louis let the thugs in the club
Welcome to Inglewood, California
Hey, hey, hey
What you got to say
Fast bitches, fast cars, money and fame
This rap shit is just like the '90's dope game
Before sold out shows rocked and hoes jocked
It was all about the 'hood and that foe hundred block
A few scraps as a puppy dog, you had to be down
To roam that infamous neighborhood where niggas wore the crown
It was on every morning from Manchester to Century
BG's walkin' in packs to elementary
After school some had 'hood patrol and watched deals on the corner
While others had skills and hittin' drills in Pop Warner
The unforgettable good old days how it used to be
'Fore niggas made the transition from a jock to a G
Now the streets is nice but the police is thick
'Cause niggas sick and mo' murders, committed than a horror flick
But whatever happen rappin' or not, it's the same for me
It's still I N G. foe L I F E, so
Hey hey hey
What you got to say?
Inglewood
Inglewood swangin'
The city's full of cheddar like a cheese pizza
Known for senoritas and Inglewood Familias
The landmarks in the 'hood is legendary
The fabulous Forum, the Court and the Library
The city hall is scandalous to the average tax payer
So the town done fucked around and voted me the mayor
Had G's that put they life on the line and some died
But thanks to this rap we on the map worldwide
And as far as race go we probably even these days
About 50% black and the rest is essays
So we spin and we win up and down Market St.
Bitch I'm a million dollar nigga and still shop the Swapmeet
What I'm in right now probably ain't worth a hundred bucks
A beany T-shirt khakis and a fresh pair of Chucks
That's a real nigga foe you that's me so don't knock it
I got everything I need plus money in my pocket, so
Hey hey hey
What you got to say?
Inglewood
Inglewood swangin'
I N G foe L I F E
I N G foe L I F E
I N G foe L I F E
I N G foe L I F E
It seem like yesterday, I was the average Y.G.
And at the blink of a eye became a household MC
From the land of sunshine gold D's and palm trees
To Japanese screamin' for a nigga overseas
But I gotta think about O.G's, I got game from
Remain the same nigga and can't forget where I came from
We all know money make the world go 'round
So I give back to my town and put a few niggas down
I keep my enemies close 'cause they salt shakers
Mad because I travel state to state and get paid like the Lakers
Used to like the Magic man when I was a itty bitty
But now Mack and Shaq can go half and buy the city, so
Hey hey hey
What you got to say?
Inglewood
Inglewood swangin'
I N G foe L I F E
I N G foe L I F E
I N G foe L I F E
I N G foe L I F E
Hey hey hey
What you got to say?
Inglewood
[Intro: Ice Cube]
You are now rockin with the west
We don't fuck with the stress
Westside connect-Gangin, hoo-bangin
And we got thousands, so fuck what you claimin
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
Who wanna scrap with a nigga that bang
Straight mass murderin on 24 tracks
I put it down like a hog, I got what you need
I'm from the westcoast the bad seed with the bomb weed
Hollow points is my venom
I bust rapid as the beat, flamin hot when I send em
And them niggaz out of bounds better duck when I come around
Movin the crowd with a tech layin niggaz down
You say shit my whole crew claimin true
Some niggaz damu and niggaz wear blue
Pennitentary bound, smokin weed by the pound as I clown
Sendin work out of town on the greyhound
[Chorus x2: Cube and Mack 10]
[Ice Cube] Mack 10 is the lick, Westside is the click
[Mack 10] Can't get enough of this gangsta shit
[Verse 2: Mack 10]
We got bulletproof vests and 96 ???
Leavin fly bitches in donna karen dresses
With a neck full of hickeys, situation lookin tricky
20,000 in my pocket and I'm still sportin dickies
Fuck that, connect life, let me make it plain and simple
You say you roll deep you gonna get busted like a pimple
Till my very last breath, I'ma Inglewood swang
So tell me do you bang, fool, what set you claim?
Cause niggaz like you can't win with Mack 10
So let the games begin, I'll leave you black again
Cause on a homicide I ride to the fullest, not just a little
Cause its four fingers up and two twisted in the middle
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Mack 10]
I'm on the hunt for the loot, watch your pockets cause I pat em
Bailin through the hood in chucks and stacey adams
Got the spot still poppin, got your legs still rockin
Ever since foe life, my ex bitch been jockin
I can't fade no hos, And this is one of those
That I iron on my clothes, and shine my romeos
Be the best friend to me, get a little hennessey
Always down to scwab when I blast on my enemy
A bitch thats the leader of the hoo bang committee
With a 100% Mack 10 on her tittie
lookin pretty as a bangin if you wanna hoo bang
Throw your neighborhood up like it aint no thang
[Chorus x4]
[Mack 10]
Yeah, gun ho mack 1-0
Straight stompin and chicken hawkin
Inglewood swangin, dope slangin
and Hoo-Bangin' Comin from the...
west-side
Mack 10, you know y'all rule hip hop, man
Ice Cube, you know y'all rule hip hop, man
Mack 10, you know y'all rule hip hop, man, wait a minute
They know how the West coast rock, nigga
Mack 10, nutty as they come, leave 'em face down
And numb from the waist down
It's a Sunday, a gun day, rollin' down a one way
In my 'lac front and back over train tracks
On yak and herb, nigga, swerve, it gets on my nerves
banked my Danas on the curb
In the gutta lane, I'm butta man, foot to the flo'
What you want from the sto'
I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga, buy my single
Comin' from Ingle is my jingle
Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her
But niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker
Fool I'ma vet you can bet
That I can dance underwater and not get wet
It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap
Everybody run when I bust a cap, puttin' Inglewood up on the map
Look at what I do when I pulls my strap
Bust two rounds and nigga's about to clown
Bitch, hit the silent alarm it's goin' down
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
Khaki suit, ski mask is my attire
With my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire
Fool, where ya keep the rims and tires
'Fo yo' life expires, I'm as nutty as Michael Myers
Didn't think about the Rottweiler
A lot of stitches in the ass, blood in the Impala
Sittin' in the County with a gold record
Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked
Caught with a contraband in my hand
Mack 10, take the stand, your Honor, I'ma changed man
So please, let me go so I can flow
Got a show had to ask my P.O. "Can I go?"
And if he say no, I'ma have to say
Bitch, get out the car slow and leave ya fuckin' dough
'Cause a nigga gotta eat, fuck the world
Let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
Call 911, there's a son of a bitch on the roof
Yarned up in his birthday suit
Mack 10 to the rescue
My momma wanna know why I do what I do
'Cause I'm superman, superbad, supermad
Superfly, fool you can die
There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
And I'm at home sewing stripes on
Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway
About to buck you down with this throw away
With no serial number it's the summer
Where niggas die, it's hotter than July
You better stay low fo you get a halo
Plus wings and a gown when I come around
So take 10 paces and try to guess
The color of my shoelaces
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Do the damn thang, ya dun-da-dunts
In the west, they do the damn thang
In the east, they do the damn thang
In the south, they do the damn thang
In the north, they do the damn thang
The whole world, do the damn thang
I do the damn thang, I let my nuts hang
And of course I'ma Inglewood swang, off the top fuck cops
Rollin' through the hood in an ol' school drop
Six fo's, pimp those hoes after shows with the swat meet cotes
Low-ride wessyde and all bitch-ass niggaz betta hide
Big wheels, ex-peels, I sign nuttin' but eight-figure deals
Shoot blocks, sell rocks, Mack 10 got the block on lock
Crack bitches, get riches stay gangsta and fuck all snitchas
Bust nines, flat lines killa Cali riders and gang signs
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Long braids, bandannas three mil' on a house in Atlanta
Test coupes, triple beams and keep work for the neighborhood fiends
Starched khakis, red chucks red every thang, cars and trucks
Yes y'all and big ballin', shut the town down nigga, shot callin'
Fo' life, with stripes CMR keep it crackin' all night
Dominoes, dice games G'd up and I got hood fame
West side, platinum chains waistline, that's my new thang
All year, fresh gear cross a nigga, fuck around and disappear
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
See, see, see
Do the
Bitch please, six threes candy paint with the triple gold D's
Big drums, load clips, close range with the hollow-point tips
Twenty cars, ten bikes, chuck Taylor's or the air force nick's
Throat peelers, get scrilla my whole crew ex-cons and killaz
Inglewood is my hood represent and it's all to the good
Fast cars, big stars hundred thou on every 16's doors
Fuck you and yo' crew, whattchu bitch-ass niggaz wanna do?
Let it rain and make ya pay, get money nigga do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.
See, you do the damn thang if you still gon' sleep witcha baby mama
'Cuz you know it's gon' be drama but you take care of yo' kids
You done the damn thang, when you go back to the hood
knowhamsayin and lay it down, buyin' cutlass's
And all that kinda foolishness whatever, you do the damn thang
Knahmsayin'? See how I'm sayin'
If you a ugly dude and you got a whole lotta money
And the chicks jock you, then you do the damn thang
And you know you ugly and you got some bad chicks
You do the damn thang, you feel that?
If you a ugly chick or you was fine once
You know where you was fine and then ate it
And you might bust right now and you big ya dig?
In the two thousand, if they still jock you, then you do the damn thang
money music right here
you gotta ball on this
many speculate but they don't really know me
all up in my business where they show be
game tight game right like a pro d
leaven soft white I rock the whole key
rap for the gutter and i never switch reals
soft white wash with the deep dish wheels
money too big for a clip you's a band
broad G a coup in myself a Sedan
them other dudes is fail us all they do is fall
hoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball
why you think these girls around here we the shh...
and bye the whole bar every town that we hit
make music harley boys bump on they dressers
y'all felling us eaten up this four car presser
certified hit the bricks with perfect diamond
game plan flawless like perfect diamonds
(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla
Ballin like it's tomorrow
bring the good stuff right over the border
if it aint about dollars don't holla
homie say do it like that put that on christ
two years i aint wore the same t shirt twice
hoping out benz don't matter whats hood
be a corner for a g lil homie whats good
live at the swat meet stay out of function
all mad at me till I get that thang jump-in
a real east sider y'all actin like the clan
turn G Malone haterz and a g's biggest fan
G get-tin grands aint stun-tin y'all threats
long as homie understand i leave his a** wet
the boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast
best rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach
now mack pay attention how i get the west crack in
I'm a need that phantom same day i go platinum
kink in the glove box money in a cancel
petal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole
(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla
Ballin like it's tomorrow
bring the good stuff right over the border
if it aint about dollars don't holla
in no my jungle shots to the jungle
get money keep a 2...
mob is how we got to eat
ride when we got to creep
shorty is a beast hundred on the streets
fresh flamed up money never changed us
built from the project hood rich and famous
kept a Duce with a nickel on me
five star g bout money come and see us homie
leather tone with a bag black mag bout cash
doing out the black jag hundred g's mobs
see em mc's cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete
yeah and junior is the best riding with the westrollin
with my smith and wesson
got the game off the ground
blowing out the pound representing uptown.
(Chores x2) When I grow up I wanna be a big balla
Ballin like it's tomorrow
bring the good stuff right over the border
if it aint about dollars don't holla
When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...
bring the good stuff right over the border...
When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...
Ballin like it's tomorrow...
bring the good stuff right over the border...
Squeak Ru:
You know sometimes life is a trip
it can make you do mysterious thangs.
And sometimes life is a bitch
how do you deal with the pain?
Niggas rather smile in my face
stick a knife in my mothafuckin' back
than to see my family doin' well
and my pockets steady gettin' fat.
Since the age of 14 you know
I been representin' my neighborhood.
G'd up every goddamned day
puttin' it down foe the city of Inglewood.
And I ain't asked nobody for shit
ain't nobody had to front me no sack
everything I got I did it by myself
and that's a mothafuckin' fact.
But why when I'm doin my own thang
and why when I'm on my own grind
niggas wanna turn they back
and act like Squeak done switched sides.
And even though I got niggas that I love
and niggas that I know is real.
I still got them niggas that I wanna
take my pistol and stick it to they fuckin' grill.
But have you ever been down wit the homies
because you thought the homies was true?
Or have you ever been down wit the homies
and found out the homies ain't down with you?
[Cube]Uhh uhh Come on...
Got to get the scrilla got to get the scrilla
Got to get the cash hey come on got to get it (huh huh)
[Repeat 3X][WC]Ridahs please callin' on all ridahs
please
Blowin' through the wind like the sticky green breeze
Back once again straight faded off Henn'
It's that nigga WC with the pocket full of spend
Runnin' all the gators with the new chrome feet
Checkin' through my rearview with my hand on my heat
Cause hatas can't stand to see a nigga doin' good
But fuck Hollywood I'm a still bang the 'hood
Gettin' my stalk on walk on loc I'm all about the paper
Hoppin' out the Navigator with braids & Chucks Taylors
A regulator scopin' the field like a commentator
Dodgin' investigators haters & salt shakers
The cookie baker the 64 pancaker
Bitch my whole entourage is full of kit makers &
Gators trip makers to Vegas from bird breakers from
skyscrapers
Tippin' nobellas cause loc we's all about the Cheddar
[Mack]See we down for whatever
It's all about the Cheddar
I put that on my life & the 23rd letter
[Cube]Everybody get yo' scrilla
Don't worry 'bout ya time zone
Homie get yo' grind on
[Repeat Chorus]Better
Bounce baby baby bounce baby baby bounce
To them outta town niggas I still got 'em 9 an ounce
Can't rely on no label to send my kids to college
So after I rock the spot meet me in the parking lot
Now call it what you want but the game got me cheese
With bitches on my dick since my last CD
I went from young black & broke bro' to dub the
inevitable
Turnin' over three decimals bangin' the oyster
perpetual
Let it go rags to riches buckets to Phillies
I went from no dough to mo' dough
To still gettin' these switches
I'm wicked for digits forgive me God for the truth
But I fiends for Cheddar like a smoker with a sweet
tooth
Got game from Legit & 40 C Mac & Short
Cube told me the key to it all is to keep hustlin' loc
Put your family first & the rest will endeavor
Stay focused & forever we can get this Cheddar
Come on...
[Mack]See we down for whatever
It's all about the Cheddar
I put that on my life & the 23rd letter
[Cube]Everybody get yo' paper
Don't worry 'bout ya time zone
Homie get yo' grind on
[Repeat][Cube & Mack]Get it Get it
Ahaha My nigga that shit is hard as fuck
Get it get it get it get it
Hey you got they heads bobbin' & everythang nigga
But what I really want to hear from you
Get it got it
Is some of that jingle shit you be doin'
[WC] (Cube & Mack)
Ring duh duh duh ding ding ding givin it' up
(Yeah--naw naw fuck that dog come again)
Out of the Westside of SC fuckin' it up
Ring duh duh duh ding ding ding givin it' up
Out of the...
Hold up nigga wait a minute fuck that yo
(What's up?)
Yeah I got dollars in my pocket & I'm from Rollin'
Janky as fuck so you know my gold is stolen
From the ghettos of Cincinnati Europe to Killa Cali'
I been around the world & ya ya like Puff Daddy
Lookin' for the Cavi' yet caught in a drought
Connected with the Don & copped one from SuaveHouse
Betta bet ya stepped on it cause last year ya slept on
But now I'm up on her givin' golden showers to my
opponents
Grindin' til I'm paid in full
Pledgin' allegience to them dollar bills
Baguettes on 'em bigger than pit bulls
Only true playas can comprehend what I'm talkin about
Aiiyo Mack I think I'm over the can loc carry me out
[Mack]See we down for whatever
It's all about the Cheddar
I put that on my life & the 23rd letter
[Cube]Everybody get yo' money
Don't worry 'bout ya time zone
Homie get yo' grind on
[Repeat][Mack]Yeah Gung Ho Mack 10 with my G homie the
Shadiest One
WC yaknowhatI'msayin' cookin that 100% pure Bombay
Caviar bringin' that shit to a 'hood near you nigga,
What?
WESSSIIIDERIIIDERRS BAABYYY! Uhh uhh Come on
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
I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party
Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi
Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us
Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us
For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest
I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It and Click-
Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond
Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin
I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga
No matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga
I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo'
shit
A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false I'd
To get DVD's and big screen TV's
Wanna be like me? I run from vice
Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice
Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice
I know it ain't nice but nigga that's life
Black black on the scratch, no tradin back
2000 'Llac, can you fuck with that?
Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko
All strapped down with the roscoes
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch
Here I come, steppin out the Vader
They call me D Shot and I'm about my paper
Been in this game since eighty-six
One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick
Y'all know my dawgs is the C L I C K
Them true boss ballers that done paved the way
I throw my Roley up in the air
It cost me 25 K, do you think I care?
I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get 'em
You know them 600's with the V-12 emblems?
The rap game's been good to me
I like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P
The lavish lifestyle that I live
Consist of big-ass parties and sippin gin
We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
We hit the studio and then bounce
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch
See I'ma, street walker, gun clapper
Papered up hood nigga livin like a rapper
If you see me you would think I sold a million copy
Like what's-her-name? Ice all on my body
All kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for
the worst
One of 'em got a pair of pre school college scissors in
her purse
Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig', beatch
Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig'
See I'm a slick talkin boss playa
Full of straight mindgames and schemes
Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans
Tell her she's the sweetest, pull her mental file
See if I can help cause she's livin in denial, bitch
You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o's
Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross
Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes what else?
Hella perved, standin on my P's and toes
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch
I'm sportin Benzes, Cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle
for G's
Pop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin sprees
Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies
What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony
I'm a boss bitch botch
Known for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotch
Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be
on the block
Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit
We're just some real ass niggaz
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our only motive is to get paid
We're just some real ass niggaz
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our only motive is to get paid
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
I be waiting at the light
I be waiting at the light i got 8 seconds or less
To decide if imma walk or ride
I slide up and put the barrel to her neck and scoot bitch
Im driveing and were in pursuit of your loot bitch
Im dirty wicked for the bank roles and bad hoes
See me lurkin in the shadows the had hoes
Got some nickleplatted heavy and loaded
Leave a hole in your face but the back of your dome exploded
Nobody move nobody gets cut the fuck up
And chopped down we poppin off rounds
Fuck you we aint pullin over in a stolen ovea
With a nock nock whos there its some bullets comin over
Mack one o shaggy 2 dope and violent j with hearts full of wickedtry
Bitch fuck what you sayin im pluggin one in your cranium
Put two in my pockets like the rhythm of my world do shit cant stop it
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
It aint shit for me to keep it gangster on minds
The pile of coke got me froze but i can use another line
This is a jack move a noted imma take what i find
And this revolver close range will sure to blow your mind
I got some homies from the deep claimin ICP
But im the chicken hawk how they gonna chicken hunt without me
Peep game did i show you how to put it down proper
First chicken in the door and wave the forlock bigpapa
Take the old place for the stash spot
And tell em one false move they get there ass shot
And if some dude move you gotta spit rounds and hit it
You drench the place with Faygo let them know the clowns did it
Nobody tell cause we shut a snitch up if its a brod
Get some juggalettes to roll the bitch up
So make no mistakes this is the two one one
Jay Shaggs and Mack 10 will make your crew run run
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Blast mutha fucker blast blast blast blast
Slugs in your bitch ass my aim sucks
So i bust point blank robbery in progress first national bank
Im fuckin shoot first shoot second shoot third
Then i drop whoevers left spreadin through secruitys vests
Nobody move in the club when we walk in
They all just freeze terrified of my crew just hawking us
But you all can just relax line up like some bitches drop your money in the sack
Partys over hoes get they jelly blown out like titties
And i blast these stupid hero idiots movin on me thinkin they will save the day
With joni seals there graves away so put your mutha fuckin face in the floor
And if you move but dont then its your head and my bullets with a all out war
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
(Juss woke up, head hurt...)
(Coughing)
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
(Mack 10)
Snatchin the bitches in the headlock
It's that nigga the M-A-C-1-0 and Dre Dog straight
doggin
Punk bitches we be hoggin
It's me that nigga that post in the corner with a dunce
But fuck that
These hoes got a nigga on skitzo so Dre Dog, get way
back
And I be, that nigga I-K-E, and we know who you gonna
play
So sit back and be O.J.
For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder
I heard a nigga say that you can't fuck with Ike Turner
So I'm gonna be that nigga who put these hoes out
Blacked out, locced out
Ready to go all out
And rip a heffa's grill out
So spill out your brains bitch, all over the carpet
I was in the market, you got caught as a target
Now fuckin mine you see the eye of me and you say
gansta
Gangsta, that's what they be yellin for me
That nigga I-K-E nigga aka murder
That nigga Ike Turner
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
(Mac 10)
Stirrin, yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee
You hoes that wanna be bossy can't ball Mac cause I
will off the
Like skill kill blood will be runnin off the table
The black bald headed captain's back so now you got to
prey for
Your life as you look into the face of M-A-C
But you don't see me you juss see the M-I-R-A-G-E of me
And my ax as I crizack your back
For fuckin with the Mac, you dirty ass rat
See, I could be a good guy
I'd rather be a bad guy, and look deep in your izeye
Before I see you dizeye
You can fetch a dolla, I love when I hear hoes holla
And they choke, from my hands around they collar
The Graveyard is back and, I'm in all black and
My eyes all bloodshot, cause death got me locked
So, I'm ready to snap and, Dre can't hold me back and
Cause I'm too far gone nigga too far gone
My baby mama hates me, I choked her till she couldn't
breath
And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed
I told you on Dre's album choke em until they color
switch
Juss call me (cleana man, love to see your body twitch
I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man
But you can juss call me Mac 10
So don't cross me cause you will be offed G
Dre and Mac 10 nigga gone out the dark
(Dre Dog)
I be that nigga that be the mothafucka here
The mothafucka there
Knock a Tina out and have her sleepin like a bear
In the winter, you lookin for the dragon then enter
I'm warning ya, slapping you like President Abaloneya
So now, this indo got me snappin like an alligator
Take her up and down like a mothafuckin elevator
Serve em, I gotta get the mothafuckin money (right)
Then hit em with the force of a car crash dummy
These hoes will have a muthafuckas heart on cold
Stoppin mothafuckas like 4th and goal
And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz
But I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT hit like
Bitch you think I give a God damm?
Breakin backboards on 180 jams
You little heffa, I'm breathin down your mothafuckin
neck
With reactions like a black hero Vietnam vet
Upset, like you lost a fuckin million dollar check
Intro: WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you busta ass niggaz out there
I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the house ("Throwin
up the W")
My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass
niggaz
Who trip, this how we do it nigga
Chorus: WC
Front back side to side
We be givin it up, till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta erupt
So motherfucker West Up!
(Repeat 2X)
Verse One: WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider
Rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton
wires
Pump the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-
i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my chest
Walkin with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
Angeles
Home of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my
hood
West coast till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs
Forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't
neglect
Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic
switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for
sale
Inglewood City, the throne I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your locs on
To bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! for life
Chorus
Verse Three: Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West coast rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, with that W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West
No gold teeth, you gets a wreath
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
Christmas day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a
sleigh
We don't call it five-oh, we call it one time
It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine weighs a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be brothers
But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin
colors
West Up! nigga
Chorus
Verse Four: WC
Give it up, give it up
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin
it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
Where niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains
drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle
Full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the shit till I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down
from the WestSide
Chorus
WestSide!
(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