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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
Yeah yeah
Get your ass and hurra Uh Ice Cube baby Ninety nine baby I'm on the grind baby All the time baby Show me something You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Tic tic boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin Blackstreet fiending like an athlete Life ain't a track meet no It's a marathon Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on We be clubbing till the day we die Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie But if you think we high nigga think again Cause when it's sink or swim You got to think to win And if I drink this here Everybody will know it Cause I ain't going for it So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out Cuss out and bust out Go to nigga raveling Make the clip traveling uh You can try to smoke an ounce to this While I pronounce this shit Baby bounce them tits Mama move them hips Baby shake them cheeks I got dick for days You got ass for weeks yeah yeah Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones The thug ones relatives and my cousins And I got em by the dozen When they buzzin quick to say fuck your husband This is for my niggas locked away Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe Fuck them license plates because life is great It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it I do hard core rhyming hard time grinding With will I pimp hoes Other niggas wine and dine them Gotta love this pup shit Passing the mud shit Pockets on flood shit OG lyrical blood shit I don't rent I buy shit Niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you're rooting and recruiting Nigga 68 whooping I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping I come from padres gold in oversized jars I past up strife and got star awards No time for playa hating Mack paper chasing Came out the substation to the hip hop nation The mo hits the mo bigga with illegal weight figga Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it I keep pushing don't quit it Don't stop till I get it Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your ass into it We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication Yeah uh huh Ice Cube Westside Connection Know how we do We puttin it down constantly constantly Get your ass up and hurra |
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from Mack 10 - The Recipe (2003)
[JD:]
(Foxy Brown) (Uh) Did y'all expect us? (No no) Bitches, can y'all get naked? (That's right!) [JD:] Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see Fa so la ti, it's chi chi Ladies want to hold me, get to know me Talks to each it, want to sleep with it Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress Tryin' to see the top stop, everything drop so Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know I'm that playboy J, doin' it my way like Usher And I don't feel bad when I crush ya Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all With shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all You feel me dog? I'm a C-H-I, multi And I live and die for the whole pie You can call it what you want, I'm a motherfuckin' vet [Hook: Mack 10:] (JD, Foxy Brown) [Repeat x 2] (And ain't none a y'all seen nothin yet!) It's that platinum shit, that's all we get So let it be known that it's all for real (And all we about is them dollar, dollar bills!) [Foxy Brown:] You know that Na Na got the heater shit That uh, everybody want to eat her shit Niggas talkin' about they six want to see this shit Knowin' half a y'all broads want to be this bitch From NY to the West side, motherfuckers keep me in the best ride 38 chest size, ain't fuckin' less I come off With like 30 G's easy once the nigga dead off Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch And everything I rocks with Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky Got to bank this to even see me half naked Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci Ridiculous ice, tag me, million dollar price Stay frontin', y'all cats ain't seen nothin' [Hook x 2] [Mack 10:] (Foxy Brown) I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino And keep the semi glock, where ever me go I stay ruger ready, or either Smith & Wesson And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I'm tested So where you want to meet at playa, over here? I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear Plus I'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen Put your shades on when you peep the Lex 'cause the baugettes glisten (I want the whole three dozen And with that drama, biz) Well it all depends on how ill your na na is Can you go O-T with a few and a gun? But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one? Now you can be up in the west and do it my way Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA Want to ball, well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell [Hook x 2] [Mack 10:] The Hoo Banger, Mack 10. The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown. And the homie JD, the don chi chi. We got the recipe, break it down. |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[Talking]
Nigga wanna hustle Nigga wanna sell dope where we grow up nigga Ride with me and learn something nigga If not - stay away my playground nigga Yeah! - this shit right here is for real hustle niggas Real street niggas - y'all follow me Squared niggas - kick back and listen how is shit really go Uh! [Verse One] Cabbage work hoes goes spoke and pistols Last in getting away hearin whistles Scopin down map gestural back full of chips A hot ass scraps ski mask and two in the clips Scoop on 'em motophone let 'em know it's on I pack use 'em draws homeboy - nigga we goners Beep on 'em Mexican though - we won't work No Baking Soda slides twenty on 'em for the dirt Got 'em - strap on 'em my shell with ducktapes See nervous - while the Greyhouse escpae across Interstate Jumpin up in the friendly scotia down chicken weight For the work show up - and really do - be straight They pull up bread all the lookin flawless us a show dog Twenty bird and rally car like she a mother law Damn! - she'll need no duck the law Bitch got us switch walkin with the work like motherfuck the law [Hook] That's the shit nigga ball fo' How they dope that they wall fo' Jumpin on ' em hoes They floss the hoes We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos With the funk kick - wishin y'all holy copy with those Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out Whole crews anybody sayin we bust used Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's [Verse Two] Now in the N and N.Y. talkin' to why dies with the bitch And some load ki's me insider It's now and never - turn back why should we-acapo |
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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
When ever you short and times get hard
Plant indo seeds and watch em sprout in yo yard And if dope money ain't good well how come it spends I give a fuck dolla please or yens ends is ends It ain't hard to tell thanks to my clientele What you call the root of evil Got a nigga livin' swell I keep the spot rollin' Unless I can't up in a raid But until then fuck it my green thumb keep me paid Nigga what you want? What you need? I got plenty pound zone half of zone dime or a twenty Bullshit walks money talks It's all about the dough Don't be mad at me foe hustlin' That's all a nigga know Chorus: (Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please) Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed (Mista Dopeman don't make me beg on my knees) Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed I got the streets sewed up, from yo hood to my block I cook powder cocaine and serve it when it rock I done came up dog, I got a big body coupe Cause I take my caviar and I scretch it with woop Ballin' beyond and above from a key to a dove Nigga get yo work from me cause I give the hommie love On tripple beam skales you name it I sells I got the baddest bitches plus the bombay jewels And if it ever get short it won't take long to pop back Doin' about a buck fifteen up the coast with my top back I got a show to do, the kitchen is my stage And since I'm headed O.T. Pick me on my sky page Chorus Smoke until you fry, you say depression is yo alibi Water get you so high niggas think they can fly I got a bombay batch of that shit, makin' a meant Leave you crazy kinda bent with super natural strengh So I keep the tech ready do blast c |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
[Ice Cube] Check it hoe shut your mouth and get naked I'm connected plus I'm makin' hit records So, if you wanna win hop in and take a spin That's W.C. and Mack 10 What's your name girlfriend You can have some fun wit us lay in the sun wit us Pack a gun wit us and make a run wit us To these illegal amigos who wanna buy bald eagles out my regals we shoppin' at Spiegels So what you wanna do Decision, decisions And what you think about dick and pussy collisions You're a irrisistable bitch and all that Me I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on Chorus, Repeat 2X: Irristable bitch let's go Where we goin' Westward ho [Mack 10:] A nigga gots to get chose it's a house full of hoes I suppose at least one of those want Mister flossy with the kilos You know it's quick fast shit it's all about the cash Pauveted Rolex' and Benz' in the S class Don't get it twisted nigga you know the word Cube got the herb and I don't fuck with nothin' less than a bird I make yo whole crew scatter what ya say don't matter cause nigga you's a punk so tell yo bitch I need to holler at her I take fo shows hop in my Benzo I stomp my Chuck to the flo as I head Westward with yo ho It's Mack 1-0 so fuck what she say I put it down the G way I'm gettin' head on the freeway. Chorus [W.C.] Hoe you need some dick in yo life dick in yo life like Jodeci I'm fienning to fuck you 'til your bleeding you need to be rolling with this cap peela, fuck that sucka for love lolly pop toe lickin' ass nigga See you say you want a real G so why don't you play like Jayo Felony and bitch take a ride with me because I can use a ho like you a bitch down to blast and help me twist this mutha fucking plastic because you're a true bitch from the westside About five-ten, two-twenty with scars on your thighs And that's they type of hoe I want down with me so bitch get your ass in and let's rob the whole city [Ice Cube:] Did I mention I think about you when I'm benchin' and running my trigger finger all through your extensions It's intense dreamin' of a black picket fence His and her nine's teach you how to rhyme on the mic You Tina I'm Ike Know you ain't a dike cause you seem to like the way I lay pipe Keep it tight let's put this mattress to the test Yes, I must confess, I got some prior arrest Fa show ya know we're goin' westward hoe can you handle half a chicken in the door panel We at the mo' with a four-O and a joint We got high, fucked around and missed the drop off point Chorus [Mack 10:] I put it down all around Westbound is where I'm headed Since I keep my heat leaded if you trip you get wetted We be huffing like hogs nigga who can see my crew No better yet me and you nigga what you wanna do, fool Cause all I do is wreck from the hip I teck and when I come from the shoulders I straight Westside Connect I got chickens by the flock I got the block on lock Around the clock I sell rock so ain't a bitch I can't knock So handcuff your trick if she's a good lookin' ho cause dog I run with niggas that the Fed's is lookin' fo' They wanna get us because our pockets is the fattest And bitches be jockin' us because we got the baller status [W.C.] I want a janky bitch, a janky bitch, a bitch straight down penitentiary bound with the qualifications of a hoe like you C-sections tattoos stretch marks and bullet wounds A rough bitch in a beanie the type of bitch that's down to do a drive by on my enemies like Mary J. you're all I need when I'm in jail the kind of hoe that's down to keester me weed Fantasies of you and me I keep Having 'em at the park smoking on a hump sharing a tall can of Magnum fucking in the back of the coup let's get it cracking So pass the stick and tell me hoe what's happening Chorus This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' Chorus |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
[Ice Cube] Check it hoe shut your mouth and get naked I'm connected plus I'm makin' hit records So, if you wanna win hop in and take a spin That's W.C. and Mack 10 What's your name girlfriend You can have some fun wit us lay in the sun wit us Pack a gun wit us and make a run wit us To these illegal amigos who wanna buy bald eagles out my regals we shoppin' at Spiegels So what you wanna do Decision, decisions And what you think about dick and pussy collisions You're a irrisistable bitch and all that Me I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on Chorus, Repeat 2X: Irristable bitch let's go Where we goin' Westward ho [Mack 10:] A nigga gots to get chose it's a house full of hoes I suppose at least one of those want Mister flossy with the kilos You know it's quick fast shit it's all about the cash Pauveted Rolex' and Benz' in the S class Don't get it twisted nigga you know the word Cube got the herb and I don't fuck with nothin' less than a bird I make yo whole crew scatter what ya say don't matter cause nigga you's a punk so tell yo bitch I need to holler at her I take fo shows hop in my Benzo I stomp my Chuck to the flo as I head Westward with yo ho It's Mack 1-0 so fuck what she say I put it down the G way I'm gettin' head on the freeway. Chorus [W.C.] Hoe you need some dick in yo life dick in yo life like Jodeci I'm fienning to fuck you 'til your bleeding you need to be rolling with this cap peela, fuck that sucka for love lolly pop toe lickin' ass nigga See you say you want a real G so why don't you play like Jayo Felony and bitch take a ride with me because I can use a ho like you a bitch down to blast and help me twist this mutha fucking plastic because you're a true bitch from the westside About five-ten, two-twenty with scars on your thighs And that's they type of hoe I want down with me so bitch get your ass in and let's rob the whole city [Ice Cube:] Did I mention I think about you when I'm benchin' and running my trigger finger all through your extensions It's intense dreamin' of a black picket fence His and her nine's teach you how to rhyme on the mic You Tina I'm Ike Know you ain't a dike cause you seem to like the way I lay pipe Keep it tight let's put this mattress to the test Yes, I must confess, I got some prior arrest Fa show ya know we're goin' westward hoe can you handle half a chicken in the door panel We at the mo' with a four-O and a joint We got high, fucked around and missed the drop off point Chorus [Mack 10:] I put it down all around Westbound is where I'm headed Since I keep my heat leaded if you trip you get wetted We be huffing like hogs nigga who can see my crew No better yet me and you nigga what you wanna do, fool Cause all I do is wreck from the hip I teck and when I come from the shoulders I straight Westside Connect I got chickens by the flock I got the block on lock Around the clock I sell rock so ain't a bitch I can't knock So handcuff your trick if she's a good lookin' ho cause dog I run with niggas that the Fed's is lookin' fo' They wanna get us because our pockets is the fattest And bitches be jockin' us because we got the baller status [W.C.] I want a janky bitch, a janky bitch, a bitch straight down penitentiary bound with the qualifications of a hoe like you C-sections tattoos stretch marks and bullet wounds A rough bitch in a beanie the type of bitch that's down to do a drive by on my enemies like Mary J. you're all I need when I'm in jail the kind of hoe that's down to keester me weed Fantasies of you and me I keep Having 'em at the park smoking on a hump sharing a tall can of Magnum fucking in the back of the coup let's get it cracking So pass the stick and tell me hoe what's happening Chorus This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' Chorus |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella I cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on Her sunny southern cal it never snows Niggas yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin out of 64's When it comes to the gun play we vets It's west coast foe life no crew only sets (Ice cube) It's the dog breathen through the smog I'm a hog of this gangster shit Don of the click All you suckas want to dis the pacific But you buster niggas never get specific Used to love her mad cause we fucked Her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense Hip Hop started in the west Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest (W.C) Now as I look to my riznight and to my left I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's Vagina Finda notha crew of niggas that can fuck with this Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool You must be on dick dope and dynamite How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga (Mack 10) Fool what side is you Red or the blue While as the L.A. zoo it's round two I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a ratle bring Rhymes and nines to the mutherfuckin battle So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up All brakes get to pumpin' They know a nigga dumpin' You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that i'll berry ya (Ice Cube) Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die Niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics Freak bitches riches and hydrolics Pull heat knock you off yo feet Clear thewhole block both sides of the street Even crips and bloods hear my thuds Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from "Westside" (W.C.) Fuck all you niggas I'm yellin' This is maad circle to the fullest everybody 187um Toons play the piano fuck a battle I'm socking rappers like mad man Sontiago 'Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red records So nigga fuck what you tellin' me Sit down Jr. you couldn't see me if you wanted to Look ya'll it Mack 10,Cube and the double you (Mack 10) I just had a scrap fo the neighborhood inglewood sterotype Got to deal with the hype Known to kick back with the fat sack fuck that Where my gat at nigga trippin off my bulls hat About to let loose with the chrome tray dude 5 shots And I put holes in yo Bandana I push a Benz you still rollin' Gs So nigga miss me with the set trip And start slangin' keys (Ice Cube) When I say itchy citchy Niggas get bitchy bitchy cause they heard of ah Natural born murderah I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time Layin' in the sunshine With only one nine Now who wants to bust with the never rust Goin' platinum plus every time I cuss So fuck the whole world black niggas Better hope I don't grow my jeri curl back (W.C.) Steper murderah stepin' out a Chevrolet Sportin' a beenie like Marvin Gaye Stalkin' walkin' in my big black chuck's Standin' t'all in your freestyle session holdin' my balls I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95 'Cause niggas be foul and biten other niggas styles But if you're biten this you better bring a dentist 'Cause sucking these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws (Mack 10) Which way shall I go nigga what should I do Should I bang with the red should I truce with the blue Should I rock dope beats grab the mic and stay down Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound Shit I never knew that my nuts ah get bigger Checkin' major figures I'm hangin with platinum niggas It's Mack 10 and I'm inglewood swangin No time fo bangin' But still got my cackeys hangin' (Ice Cube) Fuck one love it's the bloody glove killin' honkey hoes Leaving blood stains on Broncos In a Hertz rental I drive on the 405 Is he dead or alive Motherfuckin court took another snort Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport So I can catch a flight away from the drama Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas (W.C.) Sucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowin' how to act Sucka ducks play the back Nigga use to dis now it's turning around and like Brandy Motherfuckers wanna be down With this west coast rap game I can give a fuck If you wasn't down at first you can buck these nuts Transformers get stole on boom (BOOOM) Get the picture killa cali home of the body bags nigga Westside (x2 |
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from Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella I cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on Her sunny southern cal it never snows Niggas yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin out of 64's When it comes to the gun play we vets It's west coast foe life no crew only sets (Ice cube) It's the dog breathen through the smog I'm a hog of this gangster shit Don of the click All you suckas want to dis the pacific But you buster niggas never get specific Used to love her mad cause we fucked Her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense Hip Hop started in the west Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest (W.C) Now as I look to my riznight and to my left I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's Vagina Finda notha crew of niggas that can fuck with this Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool You must be on dick dope and dynamite How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga (Mack 10) Fool what side is you Red or the blue While as the L.A. zoo it's round two I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a ratle bring Rhymes and nines to the mutherfuckin battle So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up All brakes get to pumpin' They know a nigga dumpin' You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that i'll berry ya (Ice Cube) Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die Niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics Freak bitches riches and hydrolics Pull heat knock you off yo feet Clear thewhole block both sides of the street Even crips and bloods hear my thuds Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from "Westside" (W.C.) Fuck all you niggas I'm yellin' This is maad circle to the fullest everybody 187um Toons play the piano fuck a battle I'm socking rappers like mad man Sontiago 'Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red records So nigga fuck what you tellin' me Sit down Jr. you couldn't see me if you wanted to Look ya'll it Mack 10,Cube and the double you (Mack 10) I just had a scrap fo the neighborhood inglewood sterotype Got to deal with the hype Known to kick back with the fat sack fuck that Where my gat at nigga trippin off my bulls hat About to let loose with the chrome tray dude 5 shots And I put holes in yo Bandana I push a Benz you still rollin' Gs So nigga miss me with the set trip And start slangin' keys (Ice Cube) When I say itchy citchy Niggas get bitchy bitchy cause they heard of ah Natural born murderah I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time Layin' in the sunshine With only one nine Now who wants to bust with the never rust Goin' platinum plus every time I cuss So fuck the whole world black niggas Better hope I don't grow my jeri curl back (W.C.) Steper murderah stepin' out a Chevrolet Sportin' a beenie like Marvin Gaye Stalkin' walkin' in my big black chuck's Standin' t'all in your freestyle session holdin' my balls I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95 'Cause niggas be foul and biten other niggas styles But if you're biten this you better bring a dentist 'Cause sucking these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws (Mack 10) Which way shall I go nigga what should I do Should I bang with the red should I truce with the blue Should I rock dope beats grab the mic and stay down Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound Shit I never knew that my nuts ah get bigger Checkin' major figures I'm hangin with platinum niggas It's Mack 10 and I'm inglewood swangin No time fo bangin' But still got my cackeys hangin' (Ice Cube) Fuck one love it's the bloody glove killin' honkey hoes Leaving blood stains on Broncos In a Hertz rental I drive on the 405 Is he dead or alive Motherfuckin court took another snort Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport So I can catch a flight away from the drama Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas (W.C.) Sucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowin' how to act Sucka ducks play the back Nigga use to dis now it's turning around and like Brandy Motherfuckers wanna be down With this west coast rap game I can give a fuck If you wasn't down at first you can buck these nuts Transformers get stole on boom (BOOOM) Get the picture killa cali home of the body bags nigga Westside (x2 |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[Baby]
(All gravy nigga, fuck) Fuck them niggas cause they bitch made anyway Can't come in tha hood, I hope he got an A-K He crossed tha line, nigga dropped a dime Then he ran to those white folks sayin' I tried I Stunna one of a kind you muthafucka Catch me in tha summer in a rag top hummer Nigga pack yo tools, nigga pay yo dues Been a G about this gangsta shit, it ain't no rules Nigga cook yo food, hard ki's we move Then yo get up on tha stand |
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from Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
On a high speed chase they recognize my plates Wanted for a 187 in three states Got my glock cock mind is ill mental Blastin' at one time through my back window shit Sick individual murder was my ritual Mashin' in a hard top four all original Bout a dozen of cops all behind me Mad as fuck cause Ice Cube is my crimey Like a missile launch led from my pistol Jumpin' hills like the streets of San Francisco Hard tryin' to stump him, reload my dumper Hit the ground, lost my hubcaps and my back bumper A hundred and ten, Westbound on the freeway Bo guardin' traffic cause I do shit the G way Hard to survive, lit up a 45 No alive instead Mack 10 wanted dead And it's on, stick to the fire, loop get me high Drop the four in low, as I smoke the back tires Peddle to the floor in a bucket low low One time trailin', hittin' corners, fish tailin' I continue to cap as the gap starts to pull again Mashin' through Fullerton, a all points bulletin Wigs get pilled, nigga, runnin' from the kill Bugs flyin' into my grill and windshield Never see trial, say fck tryin' to stretch me Mack 10 a fuckin' dead man if they catch me Stompin' through red lights, no headlights on my vehicle 5150 is my penal code I empty the clips when I carry'em, aimin' to bury'em Nigga fresh out the sanitarium LAPD tryin' to blow off my beanie Want the whole world to see me Put my face on TV, for real Fuck this shit, if they catch me I'ma goner Runnin' for my life, I continue to hit corners With my heat, 50 rounds deep Nigga, goin' down, holdin' trial in the street, fuck it If it's on like that It's about who's nuts is fat And who's straightest with they gat, for real That's how it be, livin' like a G It's better them than me facin' strike number three Heel no, I can't fuck with the lock down Mack 10'll grab the Mack 10 And set the glock down and I'm runnin' Freeze was my order, cappin' at they ass As I hit the border and I'm gone |
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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
Chorus
We got bitches on the left, Niggas on the right Bitches wanna fuck, Niggas wanna fight Do what you gotta do, Nigga keep it tight But make um understand Its Westside foe Life X rated Americans most faded, Bitch plated niggas in the industry Got it in for me, but i kick back nigga life is short, And you don't wanna get put on life support We wake up early,you aint worthy and got the killas on deck So the rappers ain't got to get they hands dirty You wanna battle, hand a bitch the mic you wanna squab, Im too rich to fight Niggas get him git him, where it hurts to his head squirts puss Infamous when you aint kin to us Abuse with Crips and Bloods, on the loose Killa Cali all we need is an excuse Chorus Just remember you niggas that want me to timber I'm in my swimming pool, in the middle of December Foe every motherfucka that wanna kill a vet make sure he see a silloutte foe his pillows wet Its the motherfuckin crack king westside nigga lookin mean so pass the vaseline hit the supa green shott the M1 carbeam It yellow tape on the scene, so join my team It looks like you need protection, From the Westside Connection Punk the world aint yours cause motherfuckas like you do chores Chorus Ya'll punk niggas don't got a choice Yo bitch hear my voice pussy get moist Bitches in the beauty shop, talkin bullshit Lyin on which rich nigga done hit How many dicks did you have stuck in you The topic is always whose fuckin who Nappy hair hoes with earrings in they nose Always seem to fuck the rich bros A word to your females consumer You given all the playas tumors With your hood rat rumors Just because you gettin your hair cut Dont you got to spill yo guts and lie on my nuts Chorus |
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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
Hey Squeak (What's up nigga) hey hey loan a nigga a thousand ( A thousand? Nigga I ain't got no thousand.) (We can go get a thousand) We can go get a thousand? (Yeah we can go get a thousand.) We goin' to go get a thousand then. (fuck around and get two or three) We goin' to get it. Chorus I got my mind made up and it's on I got to get it (Well let's get into it) (Nigga we on the grind)<saaayy whaaat> Well tonight is mine (and tonight is mine) Verse 1 Big body Benzes Daytonas and rag 'Rarris killa Cali is the state and it's wild as the safari We hustle cook keys claim B's and C's and we attack like Pit Bulls and Rottweiller pedigrees With a Tech this Connect nigga what you expect Dub SCG tatooed on my neck as I parlay you do what you do I do what the dollar say I'm a street nigga punk my pistol smoke like Doc Holiday and I sell everythang homie now tell me what you want you got to have this caviar fool so don't say you don't Illegal or legit hit after hit I keep ya head bobbin' in all black like Batman give it to me or I'm robbin' Now what you gone do hand over the goods or do I take 'em now do you keep little busta niggas in ya camp or do ya shake 'em It's Mack 10 once again in ya ear like a diamond and while the street lights is shinin' all through the night I keep grindin' Chorus (2X) Verse 2 Back the fuck up 'foe I act the fuck up (back the fuck up nigga) keep makin' big heads 'til they stack the fuck up (ha ha haa) I need major scrill that's real it don't stop until then now watch this OG ghetto survillian check a million Quick fast got to have it man so I use muscle straight timin' dedication dog and all about hustle I hit ya like boom bam don't ya know who I am I got this shit by the bird half O-Z or the gram But never ever let a nigga owe you that don't know you and don't trust no fuckin' bitch but get one that's down foe you Late night to early morn' it's on in the war zone man life's a gamble dog if you crap out you gone Chorus (2X) Squeak Ru Talking: Yeah once again the undefeated dub SCG, <WESTSIIDE>Mack 10, Squeak Ru slappin' you bitch niggas on the ass for being the busters you present yourself to be.<That's right> Chorus (2X |
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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
[eiht]
Geah Thug shit, nigga G's in the y-2-k Hey, what can I say? (geah) Hoo-bangin's official, nigga And right now we gon' do some of that thug shit for that ass (killa) Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil shit (west side!) Check it out [eiht] Feel a little gust of wind so I jet This real nigga dwells from compton, no shit Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales County bus rolls through - niggas trips to jail What the hell won't trade it, high class can't fade it Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it Y'all niggas hate to get a dubs and rocks Land of the green weed and cars that ? ? ? ? hops Don't stop - packin' my heat and beretta Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!) It's a done deal when I hit you run way Y'all niggas must be gay, smilin' and shakin' How this bitch greed shakin' up money, we keep mention Never fakin' the funk, punk, I pops the trunk 4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah Till I die nuthin' but makin' cheese Till I die tryin' to come up on ki's Till I die nuthin' but guns and weed Till I die givin' you just what you need [eiht] Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled Front line nigga for dollars is my nigga But I'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers Till my dying day I lay away Till my very last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay Guilty conscience? never me! Last night nigga done caught a felony Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc! Shake down cause these niggas f**kin' with yours Get in where you fit in even if it's a back door Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the scope? Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, I want more Lock down for me on the bus downtown Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah Chorus... [mack 10] Till I die is gon' be h double o B-a-n-g-i-n fo' sho' Niggas never thought that they would ever see me With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the c-p-t We be kickin' in do's, sweevin' 4-4's Shovin' 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0's So as the clock tickin' - and the plot thickens We be juggin' up sherman - and rockin' up chicken (what you need, nigga? ) Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch And bust on the muthaf**kin' neighborhood watch My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 rover I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all over I take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servin' Me and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin' Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, nigga Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die,nigga Chorus... |
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from Mack 10 - The (Enhanced Cd) Paper Route (2000)
Get money T-Boz, Mack 10 Millennium Bonnie & Clyde We hoo bangin' and hoo ridin' What? I was raised in the hood so what the heck So I represent the Wood and get respect Catch me in the club parlayin' Taking flicks with about hundred different 'certs Up in my mix I never knew nothin' but the hustle I was able to deal What they call the root of evil Got me living on the hills Still rollin' chrome boy, it's on boy You can take the boy out the hood But not the hood out the homeboy When I walked into the place Everybody could read my face I am the illest bitch inside Swing low, now let me ride Playa, playa did I mention please Have you sick down to your knees Think you're good enought to tap, please Now sing the ladies, hey Rollin' through the hood and it feels alright Picking any fella that I want tonight And if I feel like it, I just might Cause I know, I know I'm tight, to def I step to the flyest guy Look him dead ass in his eye Check myself cause I know I'm fly No need to ask me why If you pull out I just might Don't front or believe the hype I come real, ain't the average type Dut-dut-duta-dut, duta-dut You haters is trife You wish you had my life Living in a three point somethin' with an R&B wife I take care of my crew Just ask my boo Cause if I buy me some ice Then I lace her too My peak position on the charts is always one And I never leave the house without packing a gun Remember me back in my youth But in case you missed it Don't mess around and get done Gettin' this rap stuff twisted Mack got NBA figures like I'm hoopin' You can catch me rag 'rari scoopin' Or either Bentley Coupin' You need to check your girl partna She just blew me a kiss Look at her jockin' the ice around my neck and my wrist Her friend came up to me and said I didn't want to stare but it's like a hood rat dream To get to braid your hair I said keep it real shorty it just ain't the brains alone It's that whole thug mentality that turns you on Now ain't it? Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def (Huh? Talk about it be about it) Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def (You know what they say, steady long, steady wrong) Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def |
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from Mack 10 - The Paper Route (2000)
Get money T-Boz, Mack 10 Millennium Bonnie & Clyde We hoo bangin' and hoo ridin' What? I was raised in the hood so what the heck So I represent the Wood and get respect Catch me in the club parlayin' Taking flicks with about hundred different 'certs Up in my mix I never knew nothin' but the hustle I was able to deal What they call the root of evil Got me living on the hills Still rollin' chrome boy, it's on boy You can take the boy out the hood But not the hood out the homeboy When I walked into the place Everybody could read my face I am the illest bitch inside Swing low, now let me ride Playa, playa did I mention please Have you sick down to your knees Think you're good enought to tap, please Now sing the ladies, hey Rollin' through the hood and it feels alright Picking any fella that I want tonight And if I feel like it, I just might Cause I know, I know I'm tight, to def I step to the flyest guy Look him dead ass in his eye Check myself cause I know I'm fly No need to ask me why If you pull out I just might Don't front or believe the hype I come real, ain't the average type Dut-dut-duta-dut, duta-dut You haters is trife You wish you had my life Living in a three point somethin' with an R&B wife I take care of my crew Just ask my boo Cause if I buy me some ice Then I lace her too My peak position on the charts is always one And I never leave the house without packing a gun Remember me back in my youth But in case you missed it Don't mess around and get done Gettin' this rap stuff twisted Mack got NBA figures like I'm hoopin' You can catch me rag 'rari scoopin' Or either Bentley Coupin' You need to check your girl partna She just blew me a kiss Look at her jockin' the ice around my neck and my wrist Her friend came up to me and said I didn't want to stare but it's like a hood rat dream To get to braid your hair I said keep it real shorty it just ain't the brains alone It's that whole thug mentality that turns you on Now ain't it? Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def (Huh? Talk about it be about it) Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def (You know what they say, steady long, steady wrong) Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def |
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from Romeo Must Die (로미오 머스트 다이) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2000)
(feat. The Comrades)
1 - [Comrades] This is for my thugs Quick to throw slugs Never was, push and shove Gang bangin' drug dealers Hoo-bangin' mug {niggaz Penitentiary love {niggaz Repeat 1 [Mack 10] I was raised Q-S'ing, shootin' through your vest and Quick to redrum and hit water when I'm stressing Was set, and if I don't, they know who done it Cuz out of bound {niggaz, they get killed on the 400 Killa ki's off blood, no debatin' or contemplatin' I got a stock 64 that's waitin' on these Dayton's So trip if ya wanna, catch ya slippin', you'se a goner And respect the street signs next time you're bankin' corners [Comrades] Do what I say once, don't make me say it twice Just give me what I want and everything'll be alright I'm gettin' it while the gettin' is good And if you was in my shoes, I know that you would I got expensive habits, I'm buyin' bud by the pound Since dub S-C D, everybody wanna be down We hoo-bangin' on the white and the blue collars We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars Woo woo, blue flag tied on my face In a twin turbo Porche with a glock in my waste Woo woo, if it's a problem we gon' squeeze 'til empty We used to flip it on T, but now we flip it on ? Woo woo, ain't no {nigga harder than me Hit the yard harder than me, got the yay harder than me Woo woo, thug {niggaz rule the earth We on The Source in Dickies throwin' up the turf Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Mack 10] I know how to do things one way, and that's illegal Pullin' two ? and murders out a primed gray Regal I was taught to get in and out, do what I do fast Sigh, call up that {bitch dog, and hit rub on they ass Next week I'm in Vegas like Dan Tanna, and I Wipe my finger prints off with my bandana Make sure it's all clean, then fled the scene I keep it cold blooded, mean And do it all for the green [Comrades] ?? system, mine's control Pockets on swole and I'm fresh off parole It ain't no limit to my mashin' I got weed, caviar, and money in my stash And laughin', blastin' wit my foot on the gas And movin' fast and it's all about the cash And havin' cheddar, with that 23rd letter Nobody do it better, you know better, you do better {nigga Get around in the penitentiary Born in, drinkin' Hennessy (cousin) But he no kin to me (cousin) But he friend to me Down since elementary, with {niggaz with tattoos Kidnapped moves and jack moves, crack rules In the urban area, servin' crackers with ready rock Bassheads plague in every spot cuz it's very hot In the ghetto, we're wetter, we're rockin' Karate like Mister Miaki Afford Gionni Versace, and wide bodies with the V's on 'em Chromes with G's on 'em, she's on the left cuz he's on 'em Some say that I'm loc'd and I'm wild Because I made my bread with coke and a smile I ain't loc'd in a while I'm hittin' corners in heels and caronas Squeezin' lime inside of Carona's with Ramona from Arizona And I'm smokin' on a ??, paid in the worst way Real {niggaz spill a little liquor to the dirt man Repeat 1 Repeat 1 |
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from Mack 10 - The Recipe (2003)
[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)
Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker! (And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh. I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas. (Nope.) East coast, west coast. (It's all the same.) Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10. (Speak on it, Joe.) Haha, niggas what! [Fat Joe] At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes? Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin But it appears your empire's fallen Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one The same cats you get ?terroria? from East coast, west coast, man it's all the same Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame It's still insane, since the flow track Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black [Hook:] X 2 It's all about weight, work, guns, yay Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby [Big Punisher] Check what you never thought Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk We the truest 'cause killers walk in muddy boots Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose Fuck is you talkin like you crazy Barkin like you eighty Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby Don't try to play me 'cause I'm not a playa Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody That's how it is in the stone jungle If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today [Hook] X 2 [Mack 10] I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack Real niggas push big weight and big sacks Y'all said it was cool, I got to ok this I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36 I hope you can count nigga, better be precise If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin [Hook] X 2 |
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from Mack 10 - The Recipe (2003)
Intro:
(*man, have you heard this stuff? This gangsta rap? it's fuckin bullshit. They're just talkin about dealin drugs and, Beatin on people and shit, Carryin guns to the studio. it's fucked up shit. And y'know, you niggas Can't communicate with people*) [mack 10] aw fuck you, you punk ass motherfucker |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
<i>[Intro: Ice Cube]</i>
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Ice Cube]</i> Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas (hahaha) Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my head Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark (Punk ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my ?? It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed A first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what) One Pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh) Niggas run out and get ya cookie <i>[Westside]</i> Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[W.C.]</i> Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide) Nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga <i>[whistle]</i> True blue when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside Letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette <i>[haha]</i> As the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock When I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Mack 10]</i> What's crackin Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a Double decker, marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yae So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man I make more deliveries than the postman My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an Now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex With my aces o-t on a regular basis We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a killa But Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) <i>[repeat 8X]</i> Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up I cant go here, I can't go there I feel institutionalized And i'm on the street |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
<i>[Intro: Ice Cube]</i>
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Ice Cube]</i> Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas (hahaha) Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my head Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark (Punk ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my ?? It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed A first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what) One Pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh) Niggas run out and get ya cookie <i>[Westside]</i> Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[W.C.]</i> Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide) Nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga <i>[whistle]</i> True blue when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside Letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette <i>[haha]</i> As the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock When I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Mack 10]</i> What's crackin Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a Double decker, marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yae So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man I make more deliveries than the postman My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an Now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex With my aces o-t on a regular basis We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a killa But Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) <i>[repeat 8X]</i> Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up I cant go here, I can't go there I feel institutionalized And i'm on the street |
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from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)
<i>[Intro: Ice Cube]</i>
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Ice Cube]</i> Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas (hahaha) Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my head Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark (Punk ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my ?? It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed A first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what) One Pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh) Niggas run out and get ya cookie <i>[Westside]</i> Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[W.C.]</i> Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide) Nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga <i>[whistle]</i> True blue when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside Letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette <i>[haha]</i> As the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock When I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Mack 10]</i> What's crackin Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a Double decker, marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yae So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man I make more deliveries than the postman My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an Now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex With my aces o-t on a regular basis We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a killa But Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) <i>[repeat 8X]</i> Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up I cant go here, I can't go there I feel institutionalized And i'm on the street |
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from Mack 10 - The (Enhanced Cd) Paper Route (2000)
[Ice Cube]
Tha weekend All you freak hoe's freaking Me and Mack 10 baby come on in Tha weekend This shit got you tweaking Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? It's tha weekend All you freak hoe's freaking Me and Mack 10 baby come on in Tha weekend This shit got you tweaking Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? It's tha weekend [Mack 10] Yo, I'm looking for tha weekend The weed got me tweaking Plus the sticky green got the whole room leaking I make the kind of shit that get a freak hoe freaking So pump the bass and check my mic level when I'm speaking And to you haters out there I see you peeking So I keep a glock and leave your punk ass leaking I hear you creeping, even when you're sneaking Gimme a reason, if it's on then I'm squeezing It's tha weekend! [Techniec] In the streets, ain't enough ghetto for me So bad I gotta lug the heavy metal with me Don't hang out on your block, I got plans to bubble Only time you seeing Tech is when I'm causing trouble Weekend, get my cheque, I'm flossing double Out the house, running game like I'm off the huddle Wonder how tough my ride? Man, niggers cuff they bride And come home from work three, stuck outside Chorus: [Ice Cube] It's tha weekend This gat got you leaking For speaking out of turn, nigga got to burn Make em squirm, watch em do the funky worm You got to learn, every fucking thing you earn Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend You can't fuck with weed spin Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend You can't fuck with weed spin [Mack 10] I'm a hoo-bangin' rider, retaliator till I'm leaving |
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from Mack 10 - The Paper Route (2000)
[Ice Cube]
Tha weekend All you freak hoe's freaking Me and Mack 10 baby come on in Tha weekend This shit got you tweaking Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? It's tha weekend All you freak hoe's freaking Me and Mack 10 baby come on in Tha weekend This shit got you tweaking Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? It's tha weekend [Mack 10] Yo, I'm looking for tha weekend The weed got me tweaking Plus the sticky green got the whole room leaking I make the kind of shit that get a freak hoe freaking So pump the bass and check my mic level when I'm speaking And to you haters out there I see you peeking So I keep a glock and leave your punk ass leaking I hear you creeping, even when you're sneaking Gimme a reason, if it's on then I'm squeezing It's tha weekend! [Techniec] In the streets, ain't enough ghetto for me So bad I gotta lug the heavy metal with me Don't hang out on your block, I got plans to bubble Only time you seeing Tech is when I'm causing trouble Weekend, get my cheque, I'm flossing double Out the house, running game like I'm off the huddle Wonder how tough my ride? Man, niggers cuff they bride And come home from work three, stuck outside Chorus: [Ice Cube] It's tha weekend This gat got you leaking For speaking out of turn, nigga got to burn Make em squirm, watch em do the funky worm You got to learn, every fucking thing you earn Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend You can't fuck with weed spin Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend You can't fuck with weed spin [Mack 10] I'm a hoo-bangin' rider, retaliator till I'm leaving |
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from Friday (1995)
(I'm gonna get you high today)
Relax facin, facin mind-bogglin hallucinations Easy does it til the skull get your lungs full Take a deep ???, sit back cos Mack got that bu-yow shit that get'cha higher than wick-wack Is hard as stone alone, it's always on Never home-grown totin cos the streets made me potent Down since '84 now live for '95 Got it swingin while some niggas bangin, I'm dope slangin for my everyday expenses, know the consequences The bigger the sack, the bigger the sentence No time for repentance, put it down count the stripes that I tally Runnin backstreets and alleys thru Inglewood, Cali So back the fuck up, don't act the fuck up Never slip from the hit Triple-six in the clip when I trip So busters beware, never dare to have quams with that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs Take a hit Chorus: Can you feel it nigga? Nothin can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit *repeat* Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic TAADOW! New Jackin got it crackin like Nino's Stackin like casinos, bomb like the primos Make your crack dough black, attack like karate Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body leave ya numb, redrum, slug like a Dodger Nothin bomber than this Westside ghetto ganga Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop And it don't stop, I can't stop Mack 10 and it won't stop So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today) Shiit! (I'm gonn get you high today) Shiit! Chorus Got that one-hitter quitter shit so take a whiff Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late night shift Get my drift? Had it sewed up ever since I showed up Cookin up boulders, got a crew fulla soldiers claimin B's, claimin C's, everybody Gs Went from laces to Deez, from mo' C's to ki's What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin like your sane, I sippin, funky germ dippin Make you tweak, lose sleep, I creep like a phantom Ran em then I win em, all up in em like venom Got the lotions, slow motion, hit the magic potion Don't panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out Hides behind a stockin while the bomb's tick-tockin Keep rockin and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it Take a hit Chorus x2 |
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Cash $ Millionaires)
[Verse 1: Baby] Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six But I'm the bird man nigga, need to score some shit I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders and bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood My Lil' Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin Just bought a new six with bra-less kit Put me on the floor two nines in my hip The reason the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit Got a old and young bitch that'll take that trick Hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip Gave my nigga ???? car go break them bricks Go flood that magnoila cause I want that bitch KC take this glock, make will of the spot Tanto, Tito and Wap ya'll hug the block And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop [Hook: Juvenile & Lil' Wayne] [Juve] You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and serve it And I keep it real, and I play the field And I know when to deal, and I know when to kill [Wayne] And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums You could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer [Verse 2: Turk] Look Nigga know that I got that work So he plottin' and watchin' try to see when I'm gone So he could break in my housin I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im think I'm out of town I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round I'll be there pick me up from the port On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm goin to score Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a bag half a gram for 100 This nigga just don't know I'm on top of my game Should have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine That I'ma get that nigga Turk So I got to bust his brains Cause if I let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again So I gotta handle that mind get rid of the bitch quick Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt Jack who, take what, from who, not me Get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streets Hook [Verse 3: Mack 10] From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin' Sherm smokin, crack, sellin' Blood and Cripp walkin Mack One-0's the name nigga Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and West Side Who Bang is the game nigga Recognize a G in me, off top we wig-splitters Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' niggas check it I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me I fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with them south niggas U know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas Mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung related I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided From the feet up G'd up is my everyday behavior A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor's The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night Mack is to much of a rider I could never be a sucker I'ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker Hook |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
(Baby) hmm-hmm (Mack 10) you reday to tell 'em (Baby) listen tell 'em about you fresh hook 1: (Mickey) we got them things got them brains got a million dollars locked in the stock exchange told the dealer keep the change when i cop the rings we lock the game we got them things verse 1: (Mack 10) i got 30 cars, lived a rich life like a hundred hoes |
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from Mack 10 - The Recipe (2003)
featuring Ice Cube Korn
[unknown] Mack you got everything on here except some damn rock'n'roll [Mack 10] Shit don't speak too soon *Korn providing guitar intro and background guitars* I got to know baby I got to know baby Intro/Chorus: Ice Cube Girl do you still want to be a ho? (Huh?) I got to know baby should I stay or should I go? (what?) Do you want this nigga in a 6 double O? I got to know, should I stay or should I go? Verse One: Ice Cube Fuck this condo and with John Doe You a bomb ho, black enchicando You must think I'm soprano, you better trun the channel I want to grab you like a handle You ill scream "Book him Dano!", here come the crack commando wit his guns and his ammo Tryin to blow out my candle I'ma stop fuckin wit you for your cousin in Orlando (Fo' sho', fo' sho') Chorus: Ice Cube I got to know, baby, should I stay or should I go? Will I end up with strike number four? I got to know, should I stay or should I go? Verse Two: Mack 10 Should I stay or should I go take a hit or say "no"? (No) Shoot the jumpshot, run the rock or sell blow? Get a whole gallon of loot, do a show Keep the square bitch or should I bust me a ho? You got the green light, break grass so I can write We gonna stock all big heads, I recite hella types (Right) Always mashin like pedals, packin fully heavy metals To the new school leader with the big rebels See the shinin sea, Westside is the thang (Westsiiiide!) We're down to Hoo Bang with the ghetto slang Heads boppin and frownin like it's nasty The class crackin, hard rockin like the cavi, ask me I never lie, I keep it to the real Rollin like a big wheel ever since I had a deal Mack move the crowd like an automatic Uza (BRRRRW!) That three time loser's wreckin lotta polluters Nigga what? (Nigga what?) Chorus: Mack 10 Should I stay or should I go? Do you want to see Mack 1-0? I got to know, should I stay or should I go? (Bitch what?) Bridge: Ice Cube, (Mack 10) You a tease, (fuck a tease) You a tease, (fuck a tease) You a tease, (fuck a tease) You a tease, (fuck a tease) You a tease, (fuck a tease) You a tease, (fuck a tease) You a tease, (fuck a tease) Bitch please (catch these) Bitch please (catch these) Verse Three: Ice Cube, Mack 10 You want to leave, girl, no way My forte is to flip it like O.J. You gots ta obey O'Shea Like your ass was an ol fade and nothin but a trophy Give my nigga Mack a 40, maintain orders Strandin orders, walkin target, stalkin chargers Walk the hardest, you should move the force 'cause I'ma fight, it's love, I'm right behind ya Over-protective, you shouldn't've gave it to me (Never) Said it was mine and handed a baby to me Now I'm on it, like I own it I better go, ho, before I end up on death row Mack 10 be the G with the color bandana I fiend for the mic with a jonez like Indiana Never fuck a broad white as Vanna, I like em tanner Always lookin for pussy, detect a freak like a scanner I say "Beeyatch! My name is Mack 1-0 and you the baddest ho at the show in the front row You give head? If so, I want to blow Meet me at the Nico in room 3-0-4" I heard a knock (what?), there's somebody at the do' Baby came in, sucked me down like a pro "What else ya want to do?" I replied "I don't know" She said "Mack 1-0, well should I stay or should I go?" Yo Chorus: SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO, YO? *repeat x8* I'MA GO, YO! I'MA GO, YO! Outro: Ice Cube I got to know, baby I got to know, baby Handle me this chick, get the fuck outta here Huh, real quick, real quick Bitch, you crazy, you crazy I'm gone, I'm gone A-YEA-YEA!!! |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
[Ice Cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go) Chorus: Only in California Where niggaz pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on) Only in California (California) Where niggaz pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya) Ice Cube the mutherfuckin don Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. Tha Doggfather Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk Gangstas with rules Cause youse the niggaz with no rules ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the baracuda I negotiate Mack is the shooter You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney We break breads with accountants and attorneys Currency never worry me (never) Who's got the balls to murder me Degree higher than a 33 Tell em what you drank (Hennessy) Never tell em what you thinkin Never tell em where the body stankin Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, bankin Franklin what you thankin Hope your man come with the ransom Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him Chorus [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Them westcoast niggaz is real set trippas WWill get you for them zippas, on a quest for them chippas Slidin while we ridin, not even hittin switches Hangin at the high school gettin at them young bitches I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud) where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out Hangin at my grandmama house, homie burnt out What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it) I'm gonna have some fun What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun So I put him on a move that I know about Hooked him with a homegirl from the South (good lookin out) Money made, plug a playa in the game Especially when he represent the same thing I claim Damn they don't make niggaz like they used to That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real) Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar Chorus [Mack 10] What have we a house full of cavi (no stress) Well known ridas from different sides of the West Got the hi-zoes lickin up so hard we stickin up niggaz Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up Nigga please we ain't trippin off C's and B's It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin, Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin Now how did that happen it's all good (fool) So peep game If you could Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise Two well known enemies now becoming allies In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way Some wear red and black and some sport blue and grey So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang Chorus [Ice Cube] There we have it, Ice motherfuckin Cube The big fish, rollin with the atomic dog Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader Mack motherfuckin 10, coming back once again Nigga we make and spend nigga and my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom |
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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
[Ice Cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go) Chorus: Only in California Where niggaz pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on) Only in California (California) Where niggaz pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya) Ice Cube the mutherfuckin don Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. Tha Doggfather Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk Gangstas with rules Cause youse the niggaz with no rules ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the baracuda I negotiate Mack is the shooter You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney We break breads with accountants and attorneys Currency never worry me (never) Who's got the balls to murder me Degree higher than a 33 Tell em what you drank (Hennessy) Never tell em what you thinkin Never tell em where the body stankin Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, bankin Franklin what you thankin Hope your man come with the ransom Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him Chorus [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Them westcoast niggaz is real set trippas WWill get you for them zippas, on a quest for them chippas Slidin while we ridin, not even hittin switches Hangin at the high school gettin at them young bitches I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud) where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out Hangin at my grandmama house, homie burnt out What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it) I'm gonna have some fun What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun So I put him on a move that I know about Hooked him with a homegirl from the South (good lookin out) Money made, plug a playa in the game Especially when he represent the same thing I claim Damn they don't make niggaz like they used to That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real) Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar Chorus [Mack 10] What have we a house full of cavi (no stress) Well known ridas from different sides of the West Got the hi-zoes lickin up so hard we stickin up niggaz Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up Nigga please we ain't trippin off C's and B's It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin, Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin Now how did that happen it's all good (fool) So peep game If you could Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise Two well known enemies now becoming allies In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way Some wear red and black and some sport blue and grey So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang Chorus [Ice Cube] There we have it, Ice motherfuckin Cube The big fish, rollin with the atomic dog Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader Mack motherfuckin 10, coming back once again Nigga we make and spend nigga and my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom |
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from Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it It's my Afrikan express I don't leave home without it Summertime just ain't known for the weather It's hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together 13 to 14 7's can't miss But on some shit you got to let 15-8's twist Chevy trucks and 'em El Caminos anybody want Danas i got them for eight ?????? All day long Gold or all chrome it's on You out to get 'em cause the tires come with 'em but they ain't for busters only hogs roll D's So keep yo' stocks on if you can't fade these Thousand in my pocket, yayo I rock it Keep my lond clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down Make the bumper drag the ground on the 'Shaw Every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs Get the hammer Be sure that yo strap ain't a jammer and as long As ain't nuthin' wrong then beat I'm on As I watch for the lick i got the switch to make me hit Front back side to side and three wheel shit Won't hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose It don't stop for Mack, it's the same ol' same ol' Danas gold as I lay low, twisting like a tornado in that surplus gear like the G of the year Fuck the hour, it's all about the money and the power Ain't about set trippin' no bloodin' no crippin' Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches As I'm rollin' out of control and smoking humps Crank up the bumptie bumps 4 gates and square Dumps so I bang it, make the 20's slide when I swang it Lick it once lick it twice as nice when I hang it on them thangs D's I'm on 'em Killas |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up) (Oh yeah) World wide, west side Yo Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker) (Nothing but the cavi) Hey, Daz (Sup) Check this out, dog [Mack 10] Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be [Dat Nigga Daz] It ain't no questions asked You down to blast for me? Down to ride for me? Down to die for me? I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub [Kurupt] We in the war zone, Where the war's on Where ya gun, nigga? Show em where you're from, nigga Riding-ass young nigga Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force He's out to catch a body Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party Now he's walking around smarter Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something [Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}] Fuck you over there (Party over here) {And if you want to trip, we got the straps near} Cause niggas like us do platinum every year (And if I ruled this sphere) {Your shit'd disappear} Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave em all around like ya just don't care We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi [Mack 10] I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle And everything I make, fuck around and be a single From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked [Dat Nigga Daz] I'll be god damned I'm in it for a meal ticket And the goal's successful I don't know who to prove a show Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back Y'all don't know us like that, Where the gang-banger's hang at They "Daz, are you a rider?" I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!" From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood On a cash mission bailing hood to hood [Kurupt] Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice, I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice Forever in the day Say what you say On the mic I display, Philly to L.A. I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back, It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash When you're in the neighborhood of assassins What you say? [Chorus] [Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)] What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) All day night, and all night long When you wake up in the morning And you start to yawn All day night, and all night long See'mon, see'mon (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick It might make ya rich Bitch) Death Row |
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