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from Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
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 Stickem up for Honda scooters Never was a schollar 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 fixit on my biscuits Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I'll keep it twisted It's that niggarunnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow And everywhere I go it's a must I keep it ghetto Chorus: X2 [Ice Cube] Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars [Mack 10] Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways ""Choose one"" ""1 2 3 4 hit it!"" (X2) [Mack 10] 247 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' pitbulls 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 ni |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
Intro, Ice Cube: What would you do If I punked your whole crew? Would you run like a bitch from me? Niggaz don't test Cause we come from the west Yes the W-S to the C Westside! Westside niggaz Fuck everybody that used to be down That ain't down no mo Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side Y'all don't know how we puts it down Trick ass motherfuckers Verse 1, Ice Cube: Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin? Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor you say I'm dickin my consumer Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes I shift gears when I see tears Fuck a record, fuck a movie I rack my uzi On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get the fuckin erection Chorus, W.C.: So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge: Rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Westside rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Verse 2, Mack 10: I gots to handle mines So I grinds Real O.G. parolle Throw the woop on the quarter key Ain't been out but a minute Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented Got my pockets back swollen Motorola holdin A nigga got the whole hood rollin BG's get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot Niggaz callin Mack's spot Jackpot, the crack spot Got the double up bomb can't wait So wont you bounce rock skate To where the cluckers hibernate Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters And, ain't a crew that can get with us It's west coast, the most, I be yellin Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon Chorus, Ice Cube: Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Verse 3, W.C.: Let it rain, let it drip Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz Cause ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin heaters Causing tragedy Tearing off your whole chest cavity Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers Lenny wanna kill me cause I got 'em all scared of this Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist Stickering my tapes hoping that they can silence me Cause I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society But ain't no stopping this westside click So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo Chorus, Mack 10: Nigga, fuck what you sayin, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fuck what your sayin, and fuck who your tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Outro, W.C, Ice Cube: West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Westside, rollin till the wheels fall off Yeah, time is runnin out niggaros and nigga hoes All W's must be true Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang WSCG Bonafied and worldwide When you see Ice Cube throw up the W! When you see Mack 10 throw up the W! When you see W.C. throw up the W! When you see Crazy Tunes throw up the W! When you see K-Dee throw up the W! When you see The Comrades throw up the W! All Frum Tha I throw up the W! Westside till I die, what you thinkin of? And y'all bitches can throw it up to |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
Intro, Ice Cube: What would you do If I punked your whole crew? Would you run like a bitch from me? Niggaz don't test Cause we come from the west Yes the W-S to the C Westside! Westside niggaz Fuck everybody that used to be down That ain't down no mo Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side Y'all don't know how we puts it down Trick ass motherfuckers Verse 1, Ice Cube: Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin? Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor you say I'm dickin my consumer Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes I shift gears when I see tears Fuck a record, fuck a movie I rack my uzi On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get the fuckin erection Chorus, W.C.: So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge: Rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Westside rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Verse 2, Mack 10: I gots to handle mines So I grinds Real O.G. parolle Throw the woop on the quarter key Ain't been out but a minute Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented Got my pockets back swollen Motorola holdin A nigga got the whole hood rollin BG's get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot Niggaz callin Mack's spot Jackpot, the crack spot Got the double up bomb can't wait So wont you bounce rock skate To where the cluckers hibernate Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters And, ain't a crew that can get with us It's west coast, the most, I be yellin Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon Chorus, Ice Cube: Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Verse 3, W.C.: Let it rain, let it drip Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz Cause ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin heaters Causing tragedy Tearing off your whole chest cavity Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers Lenny wanna kill me cause I got 'em all scared of this Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist Stickering my tapes hoping that they can silence me Cause I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society But ain't no stopping this westside click So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo Chorus, Mack 10: Nigga, fuck what you sayin, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fuck what your sayin, and fuck who your tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Outro, W.C, Ice Cube: West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Westside, rollin till the wheels fall off Yeah, time is runnin out niggaros and nigga hoes All W's must be true Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang WSCG Bonafied and worldwide When you see Ice Cube throw up the W! When you see Mack 10 throw up the W! When you see W.C. throw up the W! When you see Crazy Tunes throw up the W! When you see K-Dee throw up the W! When you see The Comrades throw up the W! All Frum Tha I throw up the W! Westside till I die, what you thinkin of? And y'all bitches can throw it up to |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
(Talking) God Damn! New York City! Skyscrapers and everything! (Ice Cube) Back in the day, we used to respect yall niggas. We used to be down with yall niggas. All you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect. So I say to you and your city, yall niggas will never get our respect again. Westside nigga! Keeping it real. (Yeah) Keeping it real! Westside! Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The west coast is in the house sayin' Why you talkin loud? What you talkin' about? (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Who wants to rock the microphone after me? Think of who you are and who you be. My energy holds me down like the NFC. I'm going thorough through your borough Wit my Raider jacket and my jerry curl gangstas rule the world On the west nevertheless W/S We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress (Mack 10) You couldn't have said it no better homeboy With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy These bust ass critics from the N.Y.C. Don't know that iI be from the ING My peeps play for keeps deep crews pay dues by murder ones and twos Rip riders and Damus choose To stay gangsta you never ever ran us We bustin' clips like bananas Spottin' colored bandanas (W.C.) It's the hoodsta cap peela Dusty ass New York critic killa Dumping and pumping Motha fucking led in their chest because none of them niggas ever have it up for the West So now it's on & the gauge in my pants got me limping Fuck unity I'm coast tripping sagging as a bell East smashing tape recorders This is 187 on a New York reporter New York, New York (4x) (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Tryin' to get a East hip-hop monopoly But I've writng gangsta shit since '83 when ya'll was still scared to use Profanity now everbody wanna run and go get triggers and blaim it on these West Coast 7 figure niggas just because we made it real niggas got the deal I Hope blood ain't got spill I kill (Mack 10) It's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches Because we're platinum when we flex this With mic in hand fans in the stands We make a mill yan from California to Japan bitch Went over seas seen D's how we done it 88's to 100's to let me dnow who really run it Thes West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin' or we jackin' Packin' ninas and sellin' out arenas niggas (W.C.) You make me wanta holla throw up both my Dubs And roll these niggas up I got to beat 'em When I see 'em T-roll 'em cut off hes scrotum Leave 'em bleeding in particles for them bias All articles I'm mashing and blasting so get the casket I bet you after this I get a fucking Hip hop classic I'm banning you niggas from the scene Kicking over newstands pouring gasoline on your magazines... (Ice Cube) To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. We the best my niggas don't stress. (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. In your articles trying to rate my LP Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps Sayin' we ain't real because we make snaps Selling 6-4 with a dab what you looking at with your brooklyn hat And your pen and pad Nigga I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams Fuck your baggy jeans Fuck your magazines (Mack 10) Hey hey hey what's happenin tound tray It's still MT critic K on mines all mothafuckin' day It'a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossing got to flossin fell Off and got the nail in the coffin Who wanna regret fucin with my set I be a 24 yeat street Westside Connect Vet You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us We packin' heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us (W.C.) A yo nigga fuck that shit I got to kill it fuck a New York critic he wuite about it Live it did it plus I'm still with it putting it down On all these DJ's hating faking and Flaking never once played my record on their radio station No love for a New York critic Or disc jock matter of fact I'm blaming all ya'll for fucking up hip hop Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The West Coast is the house sayin' Why you talkin' loud? What you talkin'about?(16x) Westside! |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
(Talking) God Damn! New York City! Skyscrapers and everything! (Ice Cube) Back in the day, we used to respect yall niggas. We used to be down with yall niggas. All you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect. So I say to you and your city, yall niggas will never get our respect again. Westside nigga! Keeping it real. (Yeah) Keeping it real! Westside! Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The west coast is in the house sayin' Why you talkin loud? What you talkin' about? (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Who wants to rock the microphone after me? Think of who you are and who you be. My energy holds me down like the NFC. I'm going thorough through your borough Wit my Raider jacket and my jerry curl gangstas rule the world On the west nevertheless W/S We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress (Mack 10) You couldn't have said it no better homeboy With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy These bust ass critics from the N.Y.C. Don't know that iI be from the ING My peeps play for keeps deep crews pay dues by murder ones and twos Rip riders and Damus choose To stay gangsta you never ever ran us We bustin' clips like bananas Spottin' colored bandanas (W.C.) It's the hoodsta cap peela Dusty ass New York critic killa Dumping and pumping Motha fucking led in their chest because none of them niggas ever have it up for the West So now it's on & the gauge in my pants got me limping Fuck unity I'm coast tripping sagging as a bell East smashing tape recorders This is 187 on a New York reporter New York, New York (4x) (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Tryin' to get a East hip-hop monopoly But I've writng gangsta shit since '83 when ya'll was still scared to use Profanity now everbody wanna run and go get triggers and blaim it on these West Coast 7 figure niggas just because we made it real niggas got the deal I Hope blood ain't got spill I kill (Mack 10) It's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches Because we're platinum when we flex this With mic in hand fans in the stands We make a mill yan from California to Japan bitch Went over seas seen D's how we done it 88's to 100's to let me dnow who really run it Thes West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin' or we jackin' Packin' ninas and sellin' out arenas niggas (W.C.) You make me wanta holla throw up both my Dubs And roll these niggas up I got to beat 'em When I see 'em T-roll 'em cut off hes scrotum Leave 'em bleeding in particles for them bias All articles I'm mashing and blasting so get the casket I bet you after this I get a fucking Hip hop classic I'm banning you niggas from the scene Kicking over newstands pouring gasoline on your magazines... (Ice Cube) To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. We the best my niggas don't stress. (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. In your articles trying to rate my LP Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps Sayin' we ain't real because we make snaps Selling 6-4 with a dab what you looking at with your brooklyn hat And your pen and pad Nigga I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams Fuck your baggy jeans Fuck your magazines (Mack 10) Hey hey hey what's happenin tound tray It's still MT critic K on mines all mothafuckin' day It'a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossing got to flossin fell Off and got the nail in the coffin Who wanna regret fucin with my set I be a 24 yeat street Westside Connect Vet You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us We packin' heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us (W.C.) A yo nigga fuck that shit I got to kill it fuck a New York critic he wuite about it Live it did it plus I'm still with it putting it down On all these DJ's hating faking and Flaking never once played my record on their radio station No love for a New York critic Or disc jock matter of fact I'm blaming all ya'll for fucking up hip hop Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The West Coast is the house sayin' Why you talkin' loud? What you talkin'about?(16x) Westside! |
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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003) | |||||
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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
Saturday morning 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 everthang 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 Californ-ia 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 And then 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 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, everythang 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) 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 red cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro Cause Mack one-oh 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, Inglewood Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause Get yo' backyard boogie on) Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good You can put that on yo' hood, everyday 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, pause 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 motherfucker rookie Backyard boogie oogie oofie |
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from Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - West Koasta Nostra (2004)
(feat. Mack 10)
(chorus) Niggaz wanna fuck with me That's why I gots to bang on you Hater's wanna fuck with the g's That's why we gots bang on you Niggaz wanna fuck with me That's why I gots to bang on you Hater's wanna fuck with the g's That's why I gots bang on you (verse-Ganxta Ridd) I say fuck them all when I bang them on some From Inglewood to my city of Carson Through every hood you should be bangin more often Is your life more then what it is costin Chicken hawker shit talken dogg barker Ghost the scene the snatch of the nath watcher The cock it down blood walker collar blocker Never through it up I through down with the wreath rock SOO WOO set ride on the left put my flag on my shoulder so it lays on my chest The dime piece put the "I" in finess but you can bless that chrome while I bless my fit It's on tell these 5th niggaz its on p-funk I funk or no funk at all Ganxta Ridd Mack tension with the flamedarin Piru 3 street yall ain't ready for this (chorus) (Mack 10) uh HUH eyes forward huh Look (verse Mack 10) Yall don't understand I bang on hoe niggaz Slang blowin in a drive jack foe moe figgaz Walk in the party moe flamed then a arsen Cuz the QSI caught a link with the Carson I'm Gangsta, you ain't tryed it don't knock it Sag when I feel flag in my right pocket The Westin G'z it ain't a new style And the Boo Yaa moe samoans then a luau I fucks with 'em cuz we from the same side And who ever got hit with the cake flame died Always been a rida always stood up Damu niggaz and bitches throw yo hood up (SOO WOO) Get it how you live if you tamper with the sack I go to war over crack like Bush and Iraq (ha ha) It's mack 10 nigga hoo bangin affiliate Stay gangsta all the time and fuck who ain't feelin it (chorus) (verse-Gangxta Ridd) I stay flamed up ritual keep the dickies original Author of the smash through a gang funeral With the G.A.W.T.T.I. belt buckled the west chuckle My bloody knuckles can't stop my hustle They puzzle how the hen get guzzled They tumble tryin to fade through the muscle They in trouble when the mind go humble The debree from the rubble got the whole ben doubled Where they at they go gangsta shit Where you from here we go gangsta hit The rap rolla scrap brawler burgandy maroon Neva visualize unless it go boom G.A.W.T.T.I. get deflan boss of all dons Always outnumber but never outdone Niggaz don't want to march unless we a million Let me p-funk it Westside and make don (chorus x3) |
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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
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 real ballers biitch. |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
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Tha world is mine nigga get back Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don Big fish in a small pond Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook but I shook they worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me when Iam tipsey Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring We got your woman so pucker up FO we fuck her up Bow down before I make a phone call Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll Fo the cheese we want them keys Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please Before any of you guppies get heart Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down) (MACK 10) I take ten steps and I draw Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood addition I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental The Westside connects with me and south central And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the Philly's Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they call Billy Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene king- Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices So reconize these real G's take the cheese The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold D's Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California style But in tha mean while in my town you got to BOW --Hook-- Bow Down when you come to my town Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz we aint no haters like you Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than you --End Hook-- (W.C.) Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a beanie the shadiest nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide my locs on let my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing bang run away run away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double O to D to the S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and plain which means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in the rap game Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when you come around keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's affiliated fuck a studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk walk the walk Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin head off nigga I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff.... --Hook-- (ICE CUBE)--Spoken (Yea lemme tell you sumthin) (gangsta's make the world go round) (you aint gotta clown) (But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town) (Make them other fool's BOW DOWN) |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
(ICE CUBE)
Tha world is mine nigga get back Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don Big fish in a small pond Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook but I shook they worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me when Iam tipsey Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring We got your woman so pucker up FO we fuck her up Bow down before I make a phone call Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll Fo the cheese we want them keys Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please Before any of you guppies get heart Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down) (MACK 10) I take ten steps and I draw Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood addition I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental The Westside connects with me and south central And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the Philly's Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they call Billy Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene king- Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices So reconize these real G's take the cheese The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold D's Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California style But in tha mean while in my town you got to BOW --Hook-- Bow Down when you come to my town Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz we aint no haters like you Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than you --End Hook-- (W.C.) Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a beanie the shadiest nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide my locs on let my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing bang run away run away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double O to D to the S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and plain which means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in the rap game Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when you come around keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's affiliated fuck a studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk walk the walk Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin head off nigga I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff.... --Hook-- (ICE CUBE)--Spoken (Yea lemme tell you sumthin) (gangsta's make the world go round) (you aint gotta clown) (But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town) (Make them other fool's BOW DOWN) |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
(ICE CUBE)
Tha world is mine nigga get back Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don Big fish in a small pond Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook but I shook they worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me when Iam tipsey Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring We got your woman so pucker up FO we fuck her up Bow down before I make a phone call Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll Fo the cheese we want them keys Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please Before any of you guppies get heart Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down) (MACK 10) I take ten steps and I draw Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood addition I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental The Westside connects with me and south central And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the Philly's Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they call Billy Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene king- Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices So reconize these real G's take the cheese The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold D's Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California style But in tha mean while in my town you got to BOW --Hook-- Bow Down when you come to my town Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz we aint no haters like you Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than you --End Hook-- (W.C.) Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a beanie the shadiest nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide my locs on let my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing bang run away run away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double O to D to the S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and plain which means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in the rap game Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when you come around keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's affiliated fuck a studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk walk the walk Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin head off nigga I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff.... --Hook-- (ICE CUBE)--Spoken (Yea lemme tell you sumthin) (gangsta's make the world go round) (you aint gotta clown) (But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town) (Make them other fool's BOW DOWN) |
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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
E 40 talking: Mack OneDime excuse me playboy aiight check this out aiight nigga check this out we crimeys right that mean you my pa'tner 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? Verse 1 (Mack) 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 7days 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 but be richer than ever (E-40) Fonzerelli man I thought you was a rebel I am but tell me this then why you move up out the ghetto (the ghetto) Mothafucka I am the ghetto I beg yo pardon Nigga I was grindin' tryin to take off niggas heads flossin' |
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from Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
Quielty 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 A.K. as I search for my pray Through the geto 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 Neet 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 sack And I shake it blessed with the game To make it bus its easier to take it, nigga [Ice Cube] 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" [Mack 10] On a late night creep the hawk sours 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 cooperate Or I dag un 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 Its Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk Interlude: [Man] Allo [Mack 10] Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the ??? you got And put on ??? behind the ??? or I kill this motherfucker [Girl] Fuck this nigga don't give any shit [Mack 10] Bitch shut the fuck up right now [Mack 10] 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 twitchen Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens [Ice Cube] 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 *Ring* [Man] Allo? [Mack 10] Oh I see you Mr. Funny-man Aw motherfuckin' Yeah you're the kind of nigga that ??? with your bitch Well listen to this motherfucker Aaaaahhhhhhaaaaa *Gun shots* *Clik-clak* *Hang up |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go! Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage And out the gararge, is the Bentley Onage With the brains blowed out, so is the suns beeming I got a jacket drooming and the hoes feeming Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big squeels, big wheels, big pipes [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Twenty-inches row - going get these hoes Pinky hoes - when I roll with my negros Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it Speak about it, not bitch I'ma be about it Who want some of this, West running 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 [Verse 3: W.C.] What that connect nigga like three times selling Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich roll delling Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo' fingas up Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed Chevy Nash and dippin at ass and king of the zaggin Fo'-fo' macking and coat tacking Dub the hood and I'm in blue friend at 'em Front up the club, I'm duolete, do for talk and mack 'em trick [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes And rolling on fools on them fo's Flossing 'em chain, we doing big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the way us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch it as it unfolds Bitches on suck us done so cold Ahhh! this is the life we chose [Verse 4: Mack 10] Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it And all I know is streets is how I spit it Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it So if ya hood come up |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
INTRO:(ICE CUBE)
Brrrgh! Ai!Ai! In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak VERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW There's ten million ways to die Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin Off this gang-bang music So all I'd wanna got the room stumped I'm smokin,make dough like Trump Cookin ??? to they chunk,punk! Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga I'm not an MC,I'm not a G I mean I'm A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga! Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo What's this my ??? low-grader system That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises Nigga be dissin on a down low So now my motto's:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast" New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers Cross em out and put a'K Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays *Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC* 'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K! Inglewoooood! Nigga! To South Central L.A.! VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat(Brrgh!) Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades No switchblades,nigga,we shoots That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down Check it!Ho shut your mouth and get naked! I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form I'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you! Nigga get off,this shit is wacked Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil You're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya And even the female rappers are gettin smacked Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back Cos I'm a westside Connection hista Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers CHORUS INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE) Brrrgh! In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak VERSE THREE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Now you can cross out the busters and snitches B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches From the niggas I know in the streets I run through Swear to god bitch,real it ain't one dog and no(body) So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs Be all surprised,everybody dies From Columbian neckties covered with fright Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you So when I pull my spray-can to spray I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass CHORUS OUTRO:(ICE CUBE) Don't go chasin waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to Punk ass motherfuckers! Brrrrgh |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
INTRO:(ICE CUBE)
Brrrgh! Ai!Ai! In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak VERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW There's ten million ways to die Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin Off this gang-bang music So all I'd wanna got the room stumped I'm smokin,make dough like Trump Cookin ??? to they chunk,punk! Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga I'm not an MC,I'm not a G I mean I'm A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga! Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo What's this my ??? low-grader system That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises Nigga be dissin on a down low So now my motto's:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast" New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers Cross em out and put a'K Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays *Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC* 'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K! Inglewoooood! Nigga! To South Central L.A.! VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat(Brrgh!) Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades No switchblades,nigga,we shoots That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down Check it!Ho shut your mouth and get naked! I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form I'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you! Nigga get off,this shit is wacked Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil You're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya And even the female rappers are gettin smacked Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back Cos I'm a westside Connection hista Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers CHORUS INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE) Brrrgh! In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak VERSE THREE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Now you can cross out the busters and snitches B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches From the niggas I know in the streets I run through Swear to god bitch,real it ain't one dog and no(body) So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs Be all surprised,everybody dies From Columbian neckties covered with fright Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you So when I pull my spray-can to spray I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass CHORUS OUTRO:(ICE CUBE) Don't go chasin waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to Punk ass motherfuckers! Brrrrgh |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
Do the damn thang! Ya dun-da-dunts! ..
[repeat ";Do the damn thang"; in background of intro] [talking] 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.. [Mack 10] I do the damn thang, I let my nuts hang And of course I'ma Inglewood swang (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 cothes 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 (do the damn thang) Crack bitches - get riches Stay gangsta and FUCK all snitchas Bust nines - flatlines Killa Cali riders and gang signs [Chorus] Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wha?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wh-wha?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wha?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (who?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (who?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. *vocal scratching* [Mack 10] Long braids - bandanas (long braids) Three mil' on a house in Atlanta (hot man) Test coupes - triple beams And keep work for the neighborhood fiends Starched khakis - red chucks (get your walk on) Red everythang, cars and trucks (gon' do it like that?) Yes y'all and - big ballin Shut the town down nigga, shot callin Fo' life - with stripes (AH-HA!) CMR keep it crackin all night (see that) Dominoes - dice games G'd up and I got hood fame Westside - platinum chai |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
(WC) Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rolling your lexos No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck them preppy niggas You need to get with this malt Liqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never How ya figure I'll be crying over yo ass like a Baby face nigga bitch you better be glad I got 3 strikes because back in '85 I'd been done gave your ass a black eye See I been waving at your ass all week but all You do is roll your eyes like your shit don't stink So now it's time for a nigga clown your ass Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat Don't want to fuck with niggas in khakis But hoe i bet for the dough You quick to jack that ass like a 4 So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch hit the road with your fucked up weave....... (Ice Cube) How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw Outlaw rollin' down the shaw Don't you want a mothafucka that's hard Or a bitch-made cute as El Debarge? Do you like negros? Him and those? Individuals called criminals? How'd you figure a West Coast nigga Drinking liquor got to know how to dig you When we dated straight fade it Penetrated, Ms. sasfisacated No daddy hate it Never met a nigga quite as fly as me All bottled up in your high society You want to chech my mental Cause how could a nigga from South Central rollin' in a Benzo Spice in ya life is what you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed I represent reality in your world full of lies And i can see it in your eyes You worried sick and I'm chillin' (Westside) Tell your family to fuck off and roll with this villian (chorus) Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals?(2x) (Mack 10) Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for real tho It's Mack 10 and let you niggas know I'm gun ho Baby i guess maybe i can get with your program With hunnit spode tonas on my front and back Broham hit a lick or two make your whole life a thriller Make you wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a killa Hot as sauce out the floss no need to be discreet I swing the fuck out this bitch til my bumper touch the street On switches and I'm workin jerkin hot ya nigga smirkin Jack the ass up and down til my back wheels is chirpin You need to be with me bitch you too fucking bombay To be on the Shaw with a nigga with a Hyundai I take you through my neighborgood raise where crime pays No girbauds no fades just cacky's and French braids And my friends is niggas that know what ends is In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benz' With hoochy hoes groopy hoes You know those with a gang of money lolo' and penitintiary fo do's So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin Slam the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons (K-Dee) Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby I know you're Catholic But can you have you have dick up in them guts all the way to These nuts Your a rich girl far from skeezer I'm playing at the mall with your Visa You wanna swang with K-Swinger (When the West is in the houseoh my God! danger) But take a hit you'll live But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff give Now i see you giggling But all I wanna see is ass wiggling and titties jiggling So what you wanna do? Don't go chasing waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls your use to Go ahead and take a big lick Cause girls look so good on the end of My dick That right is it tight? I know you ain't a dike What type of nigga do you like? Bitch! (chorus) (chorus II) Bitch I'm from the wild, wild west Can't you tell buy the "S" on my chest We got hoes for days Plus we claiming no stress no mothafuckin' dress (chorus) (chorus II) Do you like criminals? |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
(WC) Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rolling your lexos No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck them preppy niggas You need to get with this malt Liqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never How ya figure I'll be crying over yo ass like a Baby face nigga bitch you better be glad I got 3 strikes because back in '85 I'd been done gave your ass a black eye See I been waving at your ass all week but all You do is roll your eyes like your shit don't stink So now it's time for a nigga clown your ass Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat Don't want to fuck with niggas in khakis But hoe i bet for the dough You quick to jack that ass like a 4 So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch hit the road with your fucked up weave....... (Ice Cube) How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw Outlaw rollin' down the shaw Don't you want a mothafucka that's hard Or a bitch-made cute as El Debarge? Do you like negros? Him and those? Individuals called criminals? How'd you figure a West Coast nigga Drinking liquor got to know how to dig you When we dated straight fade it Penetrated, Ms. sasfisacated No daddy hate it Never met a nigga quite as fly as me All bottled up in your high society You want to chech my mental Cause how could a nigga from South Central rollin' in a Benzo Spice in ya life is what you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed I represent reality in your world full of lies And i can see it in your eyes You worried sick and I'm chillin' (Westside) Tell your family to fuck off and roll with this villian (chorus) Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals?(2x) (Mack 10) Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for real tho It's Mack 10 and let you niggas know I'm gun ho Baby i guess maybe i can get with your program With hunnit spode tonas on my front and back Broham hit a lick or two make your whole life a thriller Make you wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a killa Hot as sauce out the floss no need to be discreet I swing the fuck out this bitch til my bumper touch the street On switches and I'm workin jerkin hot ya nigga smirkin Jack the ass up and down til my back wheels is chirpin You need to be with me bitch you too fucking bombay To be on the Shaw with a nigga with a Hyundai I take you through my neighborgood raise where crime pays No girbauds no fades just cacky's and French braids And my friends is niggas that know what ends is In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benz' With hoochy hoes groopy hoes You know those with a gang of money lolo' and penitintiary fo do's So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin Slam the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons (K-Dee) Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby I know you're Catholic But can you have you have dick up in them guts all the way to These nuts Your a rich girl far from skeezer I'm playing at the mall with your Visa You wanna swang with K-Swinger (When the West is in the houseoh my God! danger) But take a hit you'll live But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff give Now i see you giggling But all I wanna see is ass wiggling and titties jiggling So what you wanna do? Don't go chasing waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls your use to Go ahead and take a big lick Cause girls look so good on the end of My dick That right is it tight? I know you ain't a dike What type of nigga do you like? Bitch! (chorus) (chorus II) Bitch I'm from the wild, wild west Can't you tell buy the "S" on my chest We got hoes for days Plus we claiming no stress no mothafuckin' dress (chorus) (chorus II) Do you like criminals? |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[B.G.]
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 [Chorus B.G.] 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 [Mack 10] 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-acapo |
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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
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 didnt care, cause she aint nothing but a smoker Thats the way it go, thats 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 dont 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 Dont get high off your own supply From a Key to a G, Its 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 Hes the.. Chorus 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 hes slappin you all the time But thats 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.. Chorus Dopeman, Dopeman (From a ounce to a key) Dopeman, Dopeman (Tryna get this chesse) 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... Chorus Dopeman, Dopeman (Yeah thats me) Dopeman, Dopeman (From a ounce to a key) Dopeman, Dopeman (Yo fuck that shit, who am I) The Dopeman [Squeak] Mack 10, nigga, you must be slick Put Squeak on the team, now he stackin chips Good lookin out, for showin love Now I got bitches on my dick cause im flossin dubs |
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from Mack 10 - Ghetto, Gutter & Gangsta (Explicit) (2003) | |||||
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from Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
Verse 1 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 get's 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 (Foe Life) 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 pull my strap Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down Chorus Foe life foe life Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes (Repeat) Verse 2 Khacki 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 stiches 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 Chorus Verse 3 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 'bout 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 Chorus with ad libs 'til end |
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from Mack 10 - The Recipe (2003)
featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard Buckshot
Ladies and gentlemen flight 1 0 from LAX is now arriving into JFK International. [ODB talking] What? What? (...?...) about that money nigga. How many hey yo how many niggas is really making money now now what I'm saying? This 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 juggyyyyy!!!! [Mack 10] (ODB) People call me crazy, but that's alright with me (It's alright!) They ask me why I'm hustlin, (We hustlin!) I say for the money (Yeah!) I duck down with Buckshot, Hoo Bang with Wu-Tang (Oooooo!) Won't hesiate to slang, so money ain't a thang (Ahhhhh!) Called Buck and Dirty, asked em what they need They said send me two thangs and some LA weed So my belief is fuck the beef, all money the same And when I get to New York, I'ma show you the whoop game I make a bitch stay down, 'cause I'm that type of guy Put the work on the Greyhound and fly to the NY Hit the east coast with a pocket fulla cheddar Tan khakis on with a thick red sweater (Oh yeah!) They see me with some hoes, couldn't be better timing 'cause though a nigga g'd up, I got on big diamonds, so nigga what? (Tell it to em cat!) [Hook] [Mack 10] (ODB) 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!) [Buckshot] (ODB) {Mack 10} Through the gusty wind, I roll with fifty men Ready to get nifty and shifty and low So what's the movements, yo? Let me know 'cause 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, and I night ride (For the moneyyyyy!!!!!!) If you and a nigga outside, say the word And I'm a spruge 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 And straighten niggas out like creases {Speak on it} Yeah nigga (It's for the moneyyyyyy!!!!!) Buckshot, ODB, Mack 10, back at it again [Hook] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] 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's an amateur Mystery worshipper, yo I prefer I mind you, tease you, who's the boss? Sucka amneisa, memory loss, welllll Hit this, just quiet as kept Mmmmm see's on the charts from the start had slept Leeeeet's take them, wake them You should be woke 'cause you take MC'in for a practical joke, Hmmmmm I present myself to be a similar nightmare of an Amazing Story [Hook] [ODB talking] Yo, you ain't hearin nothing but a drop of the dime. Know what I'm saying? To all my dogs, I want to give a shout out. You got my nigga, Mack 10. You got my nigga, Buckshot shorty. And you got the one, dirt dog. Know what I'm saying? And we gon do it like sweat hogs, my nigga. This how we get down! [Mack 10 talking] People call me crazy, but that's alright with me They ask me why I'm hustlin, I say for the money Haha, Hoo Bangin records, pushin weight in 98. Cookin nothing but the bomb. You know what I'm sayin? 'cause we got the Recipe, fo sho! |
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from Mack 10 - The Paper Route (2000)
[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-a |
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from Westside Connection - Terrorist Threats (2003)
[Ice Cube - talking]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation [Nate Dogg] Na na na na na na na na (Westside) Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh) Na na na na na na na na (what what) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [W.C.] Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this From the concrete when they chalkin' like this And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that It's a dub ass C thang dub C brain And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal [Mack 10] Evacuate the building look here come a plane No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang And bump what you plain homey this who bang With enough game to drive a swear broad insane And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners And Mack need a? in a H2 Hummer Lookin hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [Ice Cube] What the hell is Ice Cube talkin about That's how you get these here parked in you mouth Westside ride trick, the same old spit I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashante Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh) You kinda but I'm with so my Andre got to be bomb rate [W.C.] Have you seen us, naw Haters can't see us Connect Gang we the G'est nigga Countless calls and countless charges Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban cigars Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is And to my G's incarcerated and on probation I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation nigga [Chorus] Mack 10] It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G And the whole world influence by the b in the sea Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlas and gluckas Bangin for the hood causin havic and ruckus You fools actin label kissin up like suckas And your trick solder down when you pee lil bustas [Ice Cube] One thing I do know I ain't the uno Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know) I'd like to thank the congregation In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation I'm hard on them, yeah I'm ruthless You like a stress sac, boy you useless You know the side trick, better get up on it Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin on it [Mack 10] Look check this out man We got a Gangsta Nation goin down over here So ya'll might as well bow down And join this Westside thang man Cause once you get with this Partna you as G as can be Believe that homeboy It's like that Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit [Nate Dogg + (Ice Cube)] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na |
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from Westside Connection - Terrorist Threats [Explicit Version] (2003)
[Ice Cube - talking]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation [Nate Dogg] Na na na na na na na na (Westside) Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh) Na na na na na na na na (what what) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [W.C.] Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this From the concrete when they chalkin' like this And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that It's a dub ass C thang dub C brain And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal [Mack 10] Evacuate the building look here come a plane No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang And bump what you plain homey this who bang With enough game to drive a swear broad insane And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners And Mack need a? in a H2 Hummer Lookin hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [Ice Cube] What the hell is Ice Cube talkin about That's how you get these here parked in you mouth Westside ride trick, the same old spit I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashante Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh) You kinda but I'm with so my Andre got to be bomb rate [W.C.] Have you seen us, naw Haters can't see us Connect Gang we the G'est nigga Countless calls and countless charges Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban cigars Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is And to my G's incarcerated and on probation I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation nigga [Chorus] Mack 10] It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G And the whole world influence by the b in the sea Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlas and gluckas Bangin for the hood causin havic and ruckus You fools actin label kissin up like suckas And your trick solder down when you pee lil bustas [Ice Cube] One thing I do know I ain't the uno Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know) I'd like to thank the congregation In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation I'm hard on them, yeah I'm ruthless You like a stress sac, boy you useless You know the side trick, better get up on it Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin on it [Mack 10] Look check this out man We got a Gangsta Nation goin down over here So ya'll might as well bow down And join this Westside thang man Cause once you get with this Partna you as G as can be Believe that homeboy It's like that Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit [Nate Dogg + (Ice Cube)] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na |
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from Mack 10 - The Recipe (2003)
featuring Tray Deee Squeak are you (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-are you, (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-are you 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-are you 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 accommodations 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 'cause 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 want to be Miss Mack 1-0 You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro I want to 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 we lost to this gangsta shit |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Niggas go out and get your cookies Gangstas don't dance we boogie Stay the fuck away from the rookies |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
[Ice Cube]
I am getting dizzy as the world keeps spinnin like a Frisbee Gangsta's and girls make the world twirl No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration 30 years is what I'm facing But give me 7 seas and 11 gees I make enough cheese to bring wall street to its knees Nigga please I got enough guns To fill the empire state building full of 1's Go to school is what you tell us But nigga's in school is scared of the Good fellas We got the Yayo you can just say no But nobody makes a fucking move until I say so That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be Kids when you grow up who the fuck you want to be? Like me ya black superhero Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya Because it ain't no trivia about my house in West Bolivia Blew the jury a kiss they rather dismiss Them swim the big fish You fucking guppies! [Chorus] Gangsta's make the world go round [W.C.] Not just sagging waving my flag and never will I ease up nigga So stop asking see I was taught as a tiny loc on the set its all About the pussy and money fuck the rest nigga this tech is quicker To collect when I'm seeking all the jewelry and the money so miss Me with that preaching teaching fuck all that bullshit I want to Slang yea like Noriaga sit back watch my paper collect like the I.R.S. as I kick it with 50 bitches all on my dick just like the President & like the police I want a gang of killers all on my Side that's down to lie more crooked that St. Ides rip ride on my Behalf as I call shots as if I was Saddaam Hussein Jacking mother- fuckers for Dana Danes hated by many bit I don't care because I Rather be feared than loved with a pocket full of dubs because Gangsta gangsta's make the world go round & if you want a piece Then you best to be down so quit chastising me analzing me &like the escorts look over your sholder nigga its Plain to see crooked ass cowards [Chorus] [Mack 10] 360 degrees like my D's the world be spinning Nigga's been sinning since the beginning History's a trip so I peep when I am reading Nigga's probably grew weed in the garden of Eden Before big balling sex cars and loot Its like bitches been scandalous biting forbidden fruit But gangster's don't deal with that shit, on the Westside And since they regulating hoes I roll with the Best side So check it as my lifetime is ticking Coming up strong licking and flipping chickens Need cheese in amounts of G's I gave up sports to slang Key's But blamed it on my Knees Make sure I got what I need To make your order Everything to baggies triple beams to jugs for my water Like a snitch life's a bitch a world full of drama Drug paraphernalia being found by my momma Trauma brings the sad song on your way to killer king nigga So now I stand with heat in my hand for my whole life span Cause evil lurks the land Plus I got a packet with this gang-bang jacket Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted Fo sho One-0 got the ups on these prankstas While the world keep twisting as a Westside Gangsta For life nigga [Chorus] |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
[Ice Cube]
I am getting dizzy as the world keeps spinnin like a Frisbee Gangsta's and girls make the world twirl No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration 30 years is what I'm facing But give me 7 seas and 11 gees I make enough cheese to bring wall street to its knees Nigga please I got enough guns To fill the empire state building full of 1's Go to school is what you tell us But nigga's in school is scared of the Good fellas We got the Yayo you can just say no But nobody makes a fucking move until I say so That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be Kids when you grow up who the fuck you want to be? Like me ya black superhero Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya Because it ain't no trivia about my house in West Bolivia Blew the jury a kiss they rather dismiss Them swim the big fish You fucking guppies! [Chorus] Gangsta's make the world go round [W.C.] Not just sagging waving my flag and never will I ease up nigga So stop asking see I was taught as a tiny loc on the set its all About the pussy and money fuck the rest nigga this tech is quicker To collect when I'm seeking all the jewelry and the money so miss Me with that preaching teaching fuck all that bullshit I want to Slang yea like Noriaga sit back watch my paper collect like the I.R.S. as I kick it with 50 bitches all on my dick just like the President & like the police I want a gang of killers all on my Side that's down to lie more crooked that St. Ides rip ride on my Behalf as I call shots as if I was Saddaam Hussein Jacking mother- fuckers for Dana Danes hated by many bit I don't care because I Rather be feared than loved with a pocket full of dubs because Gangsta gangsta's make the world go round & if you want a piece Then you best to be down so quit chastising me analzing me &like the escorts look over your sholder nigga its Plain to see crooked ass cowards [Chorus] [Mack 10] 360 degrees like my D's the world be spinning Nigga's been sinning since the beginning History's a trip so I peep when I am reading Nigga's probably grew weed in the garden of Eden Before big balling sex cars and loot Its like bitches been scandalous biting forbidden fruit But gangster's don't deal with that shit, on the Westside And since they regulating hoes I roll with the Best side So check it as my lifetime is ticking Coming up strong licking and flipping chickens Need cheese in amounts of G's I gave up sports to slang Key's But blamed it on my Knees Make sure I got what I need To make your order Everything to baggies triple beams to jugs for my water Like a snitch life's a bitch a world full of drama Drug paraphernalia being found by my momma Trauma brings the sad song on your way to killer king nigga So now I stand with heat in my hand for my whole life span Cause evil lurks the land Plus I got a packet with this gang-bang jacket Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted Fo sho One-0 got the ups on these prankstas While the world keep twisting as a Westside Gangsta For life nigga [Chorus] |
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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
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? Huh, player haters suck my dick!! |
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from Mack 10 - The Recipe (2003)
[Mack 10:]
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... [Techniec CJ Mac:] Listen up baby, yo I'm talkin' to you (you) About what your fast ass need to be goin' through (aha) I see the ho in you (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 (BLAOW!) In case you lost all your morals (What?) I know more hoes that specialize in oral (Open up!) I like that, sleep good on the flight back (uhh), 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 (God damn!) Mo' head, the better while I go head for the cheddar (Uhuh, wassup?) Man, I got a bitch bad as Shante Moore (Fo' sho'?) But I don't love that ho (why?) 'cause cash all I got love for She like to fuck, I like to get my dick sucked (uhuh) She gave me head while baby stashed her fingers in her butt (Nasty bitch) I told her "Baby, if you want to be my honey (be my honey) You gotta suck my dick and you gots ta give me money" (Got to) She shook her head and she moaned out load (Ohhhh) She couldn't answer back, she had my dick in her mouth (ha ha) Ain't makin like a pretty bitch gogglin' balls (Wassup?) Especially if the pretty bitch is gogglin' yours (or mine) I need a bitch to blow me out like a candle (wooof!) With lips like Badu and a mouth like Teisha Campbell (Fo' sho') Get a lil' head, make a lil' love Get sucked down tonight. |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
*Phone Ringing*
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from Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
*Phone Ringing*
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from Mack 10 - Ghetto, Gutter & Gangsta (2003)
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 cuz I'm fully strapped for the car jackers, but no haps cuz 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 cuz the Westside's sick which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip slick, but not like Rick, the gang story G's kill and aint shit funny like Joe Corry don't make me laugh cuz I"m on the wrong the path catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath slang strike to make money, now aint 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) WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh |
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from Mack 10 - The Recipe (2003)
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 cuz I'm fully strapped for the car jackers, but no haps cuz 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 cuz the Westside's sick which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip slick, but not like Rick, the gang story G's kill and aint shit funny like Joe Corry don't make me laugh cuz I"m on the wrong the path catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath slang strike to make money, now aint 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) WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh |
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from Mack 10 - The Recipe (2003)
featuring Ice Cube Jayo Felony
[Mack 10] 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 'cause 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 [Hook:] X 2 I keep a 44 everywhere I go It's 1-O in the ghetto horror show [Jayo Felony] 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 want to 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 [Hook:] X 2 I keep a AK everywhere I go It's Jayo in the ghetto horror show [Ice Cube] 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 'cause 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 [Hook:] X 2 I keep a tech nine everywhere I go It's Ice Cube in the ghetto horror show [Mack 10 talking] What is time? Huh, time is divded by two. Before it happens, and after it happens. Right now, we callin it the ghetto horrow show. [some guy] Only a fool would go there at night! |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
Intro
You can hear it bumpin' through the door, There's a party jumpin' on the floor, And the way it soundin' there is no doubt, That the west coast is in yo' moooouuuttthh. Verse 1: It's all gravy, petty cash never phase me So pull me a shot of 'gnac & purple haze me I'm a hustler, gettin' cash like crazy Pork rind pays me work that youll never get cuz your lazy Glock hugga, the hood raised me (Inglewood!) And she wont 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 My names walkin like a street king Cuz I mixed the hoo-bang thing with the bling-bling A whole lot of haters out there I see But I flip em all of and keep doin' my thing I'm a floss about it with my Inglewood swing Rocked out from my ear down to my pinky ring Now ding-ding let the bell ring and if its drama you want then it drama I bring sing Chorus Verse 2:You know this cash is just small potatoes No names, cuz this is addressed to all the haters From the wood there is none greater Mack the headlinin' and y'all just spectators Remember the "Fo' 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' yo bills Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal For me y'all be piddly rhymin You got the hustle game backwards and nickle and dimin' Both hip-hop classics, I make 'em and got 'em And yo' group ain't been heard of past the bottles I play with 'em on my turf and mingle with my g's And i got one word to say What Please? Chicken walk, y'all ain't nothin but a feather in my wing And all this hatin' mean I'm doin my thing sing Chorus Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all night On Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all night On Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life Verse 3 Now tell me, is it the duece-1's on the Bentley The lowriders that matchin' is that why you resent me? That smile on yo face, and act so friendly Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy Say Bro? What kind of the game is that? You got ways of a dame and how lame is that? Act like a groupie around strange cats And its strange, you don't have any shame in that I got yo car playboy and I ain't trippin' You know me, just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin' Get through by punches, no name and tippin' Let it ride on the Harley, and '64 dippin' Stay real about my screel if you know what I mean I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but green Avoid the haters, and before the party sing Cop the rock from the D R and make the hood dream sing Chorus x2 Mack 1 0 hoo-bangin fo life And i don't quit Take a picture trick Yeah, Take a picture trick It might make you rich Westside Riders! Baby! Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh.... |
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from Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
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 Mack 10, Westside, Foe Life an' we out |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
[Intro:] [Ice Cube] (Westsiiiiide!) Hoo-Bangin' on the transformers These trick-ass niggas quick to tuck they tail But fuck that... you know how we git... (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [Ice Cube] It's the don go let'em know Unwettable, ahh.. big fish incredible Hoo-Bangin' on the white collars got a pile of dollars Still rollin' Impalas I'm bombin' on Common Sense Chicago is mine nigga hit the fence Intense kingpin nigga worldwide And I bring sin when I wanna hoo-ride Who died and who applied the pressure Show me 3 niggas that's fresher Westside Connect Gang oh yeah we talkin' shit Nigga do you know who you fuckin' wit? [Ice Cube] Ice Cube is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] [Mack 10] It's Mack 10 fool that nigga with heaters Gauges revolvers techs and millimeters You know how we hoo-ride when we collide Niggas run but they can't hide Cause its world wide (Inglewooooooooooood!!) I'm jackin' and lickin niggas thats straight trippin' Square ass niggas can't tell a ounce from a chicken I fill you full of lead and I take you Big heads So nigga watch how ya talkin' I'm still chicken hawkin So hit the deck punk don't move my tech is bigger And you'll be dead if I pull this trigger So where the safe at I want the loot and the cavey Yo money or yo life so punk act like you savey [Ice Cube] Mack 10 is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] -acap |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
[Intro:] [Ice Cube] (Westsiiiiide!) Hoo-Bangin' on the transformers These trick-ass niggas quick to tuck they tail But fuck that... you know how we git... (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [Ice Cube] It's the don go let'em know Unwettable, ahh.. big fish incredible Hoo-Bangin' on the white collars got a pile of dollars Still rollin' Impalas I'm bombin' on Common Sense Chicago is mine nigga hit the fence Intense kingpin nigga worldwide And I bring sin when I wanna hoo-ride Who died and who applied the pressure Show me 3 niggas that's fresher Westside Connect Gang oh yeah we talkin' shit Nigga do you know who you fuckin' wit? [Ice Cube] Ice Cube is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] [Mack 10] It's Mack 10 fool that nigga with heaters Gauges revolvers techs and millimeters You know how we hoo-ride when we collide Niggas run but they can't hide Cause its world wide (Inglewooooooooooood!!) I'm jackin' and lickin niggas thats straight trippin' Square ass niggas can't tell a ounce from a chicken I fill you full of lead and I take you Big heads So nigga watch how ya talkin' I'm still chicken hawkin So hit the deck punk don't move my tech is bigger And you'll be dead if I pull this trigger So where the safe at I want the loot and the cavey Yo money or yo life so punk act like you savey [Ice Cube] Mack 10 is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] -acap |