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
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
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[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
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[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
[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
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[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
