 Foe Life: The Best of Mack 10 » Lyrics [+ Lisätä +] |
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1. _ Get Yo Ride On
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2. _ Like This
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3. _ Letter
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4. _ On Them Thangs
When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it
It's my Afrikan express I don't leave home without it
Summertime just ain't known for the weather
It's hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together
13 to 14 7's can't miss
But on some shit you got to let 15-8's twist
Chevy trucks and 'em
El Caminos anybody want Danas i got them for eight ??????
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 they want 'em
On them thangs...
Old Chevy's to Cadillacs on twisters and Doves
Everybody got a plaque given pub to they car club
Mafia for life individuals and Damus Ride
Majestics and them niggas from the southside
New school to old school get they ride on
Bendin' corners caravaning like 50 strong
In a Rag Top that and a hard top this
Bustin ho's cause you can't miss if you let 'em twist
So get you a set of them what we call Dana's
And see for yo'self all the bitches they brang us
cut the wheel right to left and make the ass end slide
Now all the riders ride and skate from side to side
On them thangs
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5. _ Tha Weekend
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6. _ Testimony
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
If the Devil wasn't alive, Mack would be stressed
Riding around town in a bulletproof vest
Police everywhere amour cars and shh
Worried about being another victim of a hit
But my relationship too strong for real I'm a saint
A child of God and if you hate me then you ain't
Be the only G I know to take it all with no triggers
So I put my faith in Him and never no niggas
As a result of that I'm cool, seem like I'm never nervous
So catch me Sunday mornings in that 8:30 service
Told me ride with me son and I'll never leave you lonely
Yeah, troubles for a reason, 'cause now you got a testimony
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Most people get outrageous when they hit they knees
But I'm a thank you for the simple things the grass and the trees
I'm grateful for everything my fame and good wealth
I'm blessed with good money but most of all with good health
God, if they don't think I'm sincere, they don't know me, never knew me
And I tear up every time I think how good You been to me
I should of lost a few times and walked away without any pay
But I got favored with You and You gave it to me anyway
So when you blind in a situation believe, He can show you
And if you ever need a hug then just believe He can hold you
So turn to the Lord for He's the best to consult you
And that's the realest thing that Mack 10 ever told you
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Thank you for letting me conquer my enemies and they plots
And thank You for letting my momma survive them five shots
It was up close and personal a lot for a kid to see
All the stuff I been through how could I not be a G
I know you got a purpose for me, it ain't no if ands or maybes
God in case I never told You, I want to thank You for my babies
Although I'm a gangster, rapper I'm pretty smart and well rounded
I never sell my soul and I promise to stay grounded
He said all you got to do is just speak it and believe it
And everything I prayed for, I eventually receive it
While the Devil work overtime, the suckers stay doubting You
I'm aware of all my blessings and I know I'm nothing without You
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me
When we were born we were just wrapped up with favor
Didn't say we were perfect, didn't say we didn't make mistakes
Didn't say we didn't put up a little bit
But we were just wrapped up in favor
Hallelujah, mmm
I wish I had somebody in here that knew you were highly in favor
[Incomprehensible] like you would hold on
In the end not only did He give you favor
But then He dropped a dream in your [?]
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7. _ My Chucks
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8. _ Foe Life
Verse 1
Mack 10 nutty as they come
leave 'em face down
and numb from the waist down
It's a Sunday a gun day
rollin' down a one way
in my 'lac front and back
over train tracks
On yak and herb nigga swerve
it get's on my nerves
banked my Danas on the curb
In the gutta lane
I'm butta man
Foot to the flo'
what you want from the sto'
I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single
comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle
Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her
but niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker
Fool I'ma vet you can bet
that I can dance underwater and not get wet
It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap
everybody run when I bust a cap
puttin' Inglewood up on the map
look at what I do when I pull my strap
Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown
bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down
Chorus
Foe life foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Khacki suit ski mask is my attire
with my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire
Fool where ya keep the rims and tires
'fo yo' life expires I'm as nutty as Michael Myers
Didn't think about the Rottweiler
a lot of stiches in the ass
blood in the Impala
Sittin' in the County with a gold record
Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked
caught with a contraband in my hand
Mack 10 take the stand
your Honor I'ma changed man
so please let me go so I can flow
Got a show had to ask my P.O. can I go
and if he say no I'ma have to say
bitch get out the car slow
and leave ya fuckin' dough
'cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world
let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl
Chorus
Verse 3
Call 911 there's a son of a bitch on the roof
yarned up in his birthday suit
(Mack 10 to the rescue)
my momma want to know why I do what I do
'cause I'm superman superbad supermad superfly
fool you can die
There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
and I'm at home sewing stripes on
Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway
'bout to buck you down with this throw away
with no serial number it's the summer
where niggas die
It's hotter than July
You better stay low fo' you get a halo
plus wings and a gown when I come around
So take 10 paces
and try to guess the color of my shoelaces
Chorus with ad libs 'til end
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9. _ Only in California
[Ice Cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)
[Chorus]
Only in California
Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)
Only in California (California)
Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)
Ice Cube the motherfucking don
Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather
Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk
Gangstas with rules
Cause you'se the niggas with no rules
Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose
Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda
I negotiate Mack is the shooter
You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney
We break breads with 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 thinking
Never tell em where the body stinking
Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking
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 west coast niggas is real set trippas
Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas
Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches
Hanging at the high school getting 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
Hanging at my grand mama 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 home girl from the South (good looking out)
Money made, plug a player in the game
Especially when he represent the same thing I claim
Damn they don't make niggas 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 riders from different sides of the West
Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas
Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up
Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's
It's the West side Connect with the DPG's
For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab
Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping
Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)
So peep game If you could
Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood
Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise
Two well known enemies now becoming allies
In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way
Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray
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 motherfucking Cube
The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog
Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader
Mack motherfucking 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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10. _ Mozi-Wozi
She wants me to break it half
So I'mma crack it like Humpty Dumpty
Her brothas want jump me
But but motherfuck a lil trick
She can get the dicka dee dick dick down south or in her mouth
Bustin' nigs I like to digs dark meat
Big booty but no cellulete
I'll grab it stab it cause I gots to have dag nabbit
Fuck it like rabbit
want to make it holla
Oh what the hell
Bust a right turn 12 dollar motel
Cause in the hood that's the best a nigga get
Small room smelling like cigarettes
Look girl it's a bed and builing
So stop acting like you gotta have the Hilton
It's four walls so drop your drawls and get cozy
Cause I'mma break you off something at the Mozi-Wozi
Chorus:
*Woman moans*
(Mozi-Wozi)
Mack 10 bitch
(Niggaz make a children)
Foe life
(Bitch I'll be there)
You got damn right
(If it cares to trip 'em)
Before we get busy go and take a shower
But hurry up shit cause we only got an hour
And I plan to be in it up to win it a good 45 minutes
And break that back down
Stick yo ass in the air and lay yo head flat down
Waking up the neighbors nothing can save ya
But I hope I don't catch the vapors
Cause funky ass cock is a turn off
It gets me hotter than pace paconie sauce
>From New Yor City ("New York City")
You got a big ole ass and little bitty titties
But it's cool, cause I can hunt for your chest
And now we getting complaints from the front desk
At my door just to get a peek freak
Motherfucka kinda nozy at the Mozi-Wozi
Bridge: [Mack 10] X4
*Woman moans*
I'm breakin' hoes down 'till their very last complaint
Ass up face down
Ain't no frontin' on the pussy that I'm gettin'
Name is Mack 10 but fuck it I'm still sweating
You won't believe all the wreak I'm catching
I'm hard as a brick and my rubber is stretching
See a motel bed can take a pounce
When you give it more bounce to the ounce
And I'm feeling it from the way I'm hung
And I'm killing it I might puncture a lung
Now the Mozi-Wozi is the place for chillin'
But the bathroom towels ain't worth stealin'
The T.V.'s broke and the carpet is dirty
And you got till about 12:30
To have yo ass out
But don't fuck around and get drunk and pass out
Cause before I can finish this rhymes
You hear a buzzer and a bitch yealen check out time
Chorus
Bitch so don't even trip
(Mozi-Wozi)
Bridge X2
Bitch
Let's go...
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11. _ Nothin' But the Cavi Hit
[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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12. _ Chicken Hawk
Quietly I stalk niggas call me the Chicken Hawk
Approach with my gun in a 2-1-1
As I sick'em lay my victim may I lick'em
All action stop nobody move no pop
As I wreck shop red alert make yo blood squirt
When I work in the brownies and the high top chucks to do dirt
Keep it sound put it down my way
Protected by an A.K. as I search for my pray
Through the ghetto hit the peddle every corner I'm turning
Look for the money the kilos and the gallons of shermin nigga
Till we meet I stash my heat
Neat in my baggage do damage nasty as a savage
Looking for the cabbage
It's on 20 grand I spot a bird in hand
As I spread my wing span I swoop ready to land
Got to get him, hit the spot grab the sack
And I shake it blessed with the game
To make it bus its easier to take it, nigga
[Chorus]
I'm a chicken hawk hunting for a chicken
Sticking, my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk hunting for a chicken
Sticking, my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
"Don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker"
On a late night creep the hawk sours on a mission
Mashing through the hood heard this nigga had the chickens
36 zones in each sack to be exact
Got 50 G's or more in street value worth of crack
As he put it down out of control with the cavey
Got Benzos on the grass twisting front and back Cadi's
Cappuccino instead of coffee moet
No more rossie, rolex diamonds all glossy
Glossy, Mr. Flossy
Sewed up the block keys to double up rock
I gotta lick him, nigga won't know what hit him when I get him
Shoot straight never hesitate fools cooperate
Or I drag, tag them body bag'em with my magnum
Heat in yo chest how we do it in the west
I gaffle up yo dope and fly back to my nest
I stalk hit up in chalk all over the sidewalk
Its Mack 10 fo' life better know as the chicken hawk
Interlude:
Man: Allo
Mack 10: Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the ??? you got and put on ??? behind the ??? or I kill this motherfucker
Girl: Fuck this nigga don't give any shit
Mack 10: Bitch shut the fuck up right now
On a midnight flight the hawk glides through the breeze
Pull my wings at ease as I lands in the palm trees
Overlook my lick set my scope like a sniper
Hawk the bitch piper be alarmed for the type a fool
That I hoot ride when he do ride
I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard knots, nigga
A gaffle dick is all I ever gave a hoe
Where peneltons not a cape so I can't save a hoe
Mack 10 just stepped off the planet of the apes
Foe the money and dope I never rapes I duck tapes
Bitches I mack'em down flag'em down they pull over
Feel lucky as a four leaf clover in a Range Rover
They never know its the hawk his self
My eyes redder than red with St. Ides on my breath
I draw down all this licking got me nervous so I'm twitching
Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens
[Chorus]
(Phone ringing)
Man: Allo?
Mack 10: Oh I see you Mr. Funny-man. Aw motherfucking
Yeah you're the kind of nigga that ??? with your bitch
Well listen to this motherfucker
(Screaming)
(Gun shots)
(Phone hung up)
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13. _ Hate in Yo Eyes
You can hear it bumpin through the door
It's a party jumpin on the floor
And from the way it sound it ain't no doubt (whassup?)
That the West coast is in yo' mouth
[Mack 10]
Yea, yea
It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me
So po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me
I'm a hustler, gettin cash like crazy
Hard grindin pays me, work ethic is never lazy
Block hugger, the hood raised me
And she, won't be happy 'til she lays me
No, you never seem to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"
A whole lot of haters out there it seem
But I flip 'em all off and keep doin my thing
I'm a boss about, when I Inglewood swing
Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring
Now ding ding - let the bell ring
And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring, sing
[Chorus]
Meanwhile I be indeed
and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Cause I'm livin like a G you intrigued
and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin cause it ain't nuttin to me
but I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Hah, hah, hah - I can see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
[Mack 10]
Look - you local cats is just small potatoes
No names, cause this addressed to ALL the haters
From the 'Wood, there is NONE greater
Mack the headliner and y'all are spectators
Remember "Foe Life?" I put the 'Wood in it
And looked out for you when your own hood didn't
And plus you forgot who was payin your bills
Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal
For me good livin, y'all independently rhymin
You got the hustle game backwards, you nickle and dimin
Oh hip-hop classics? I make 'em AND got 'em
And yo' group, ain't been heard of past the Bottoms
I can't go to my turf, and mingle with my G's
I got one word to say about that one - what? Please
Chickenhawks, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing
And all this hatin just let me know I'm doin my thing, sing
[Chorus]
[Interlude: repeat 2X]
Hoo-Bang, Hoo-Ride
All day, all night
Throw dubs, up high
Westside, foe life
[Mack 10]
Now tell me, is it the deuce-ones on the Bentley?
The lowriders, the mansions, is that why you resent me?
Smile in my face, and act so friendly
Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy
Say bruh, what part of the game is that?
You got ways like a dame and how LAME is that?
Actin like a groupie around famous cats
And it's strange, you don't have no shame in that
I got your card playboy, but I ain't trippin
You know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin
Get dough by bunches, donatin and tippin
Let it ride on the Harley, and six-fo' dippin
Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean
I'm like a leprechaun, I want nuttin BUT green
Avoid the haters, and for the party scene
Copped a rock from the D-are to make the head ring, sing
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Mack 10]
Mack one-oh, Hoo-Bangin' foe life! And it don't quit
Take a picture trick; yeah, take a picture trick, yea
It might make ya RICH.. Wessssyde ri-ders, BAY-BAY!!
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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14. _ Hoo Bangin'
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15. _ Hustle Game
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16. _ From the Streetz
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17. _ W/S foe Life
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 'em understand it's W/S foe life
X rated Americans most faded
Bitch plated niggas in the industry
Got it in for me, but I kick back nigga life is short
And you don't wanna get put on life support
We wake up early, you ain't worthy and got the killas on deck
So the rappers ain't got to get they hands dirty
You wanna battle, hand a bitch the mic
You wanna squab, I'm too rich to fight
Niggas hit him, hit him, where it hurts to his head squirts puss
Infamous when you ain't kind to us
Abuse with crips and bloods, on the loose
Killa Cali all we need is an excuse
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 'em understand it's W/S foe life
Just remember you niggas that want me to timber
I'm in my swimming pool, it's middle of December
Foe every motherfucka that wanna kill a vet
Make sure he see a silloutte foe his pillows wet
It's the motherfuckin' crack king W/S 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 W/S connection
Punk the world ain't yours
'Cause motherfuckas like you do chores
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 'em understand it's W/S foe life
y'all 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 riches 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
Don't you got to spill yo guts and lie on my nuts
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 'em understand it's W/S foe life
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 'em understand it's W/S foe life
Fuck niggas and flies and bitches and lies
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18. _ Do the Damn Thing
Do the damn thang! Ya dun-da-dunts! ..
[repeat "Do the damn thang" in background of intro]
[talking]
In the west, they do the damn thang..
In the east, they do the damn thang..
In the south, they do the damn thang..
In the north, they do the damn thang..
The whole world, do the damn thang..
[Mack 10]
I do the damn thang, I let my nuts hang
And of course I`ma Inglewood swang (swang..)
Off the top - fuck cops!
Rollin through the hood in an ol` school drop
Six fo`s - pimp those
Hoes after shows with the SWAT meet cothes
Low-ride - Wessyde!
And all bitch-ass niggaz betta hide
Big wheels - ex-peels
I sign nuttin but eight-figure deals
Shoot blocks - sell rocks
Mack 10 got the block on lock (do the damn thang)
Crack bitches - get riches
Stay gangsta and FUCK all snitchas
Bust nines - flatlines
Killa Cali riders and gang signs
[Chorus]
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wha?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wh-wha?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wha?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (who?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (who?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. *vocal scratching*
[Mack 10]
Long braids - bandanas (long braids)
Three mil` on a house in Atlanta (hot man)
Test coupes - triple beams
And keep work for the neighborhood fiends
Starched khakis - red chucks (get your walk on)
Red everythang, cars and trucks (gon` do it like that?)
Yes y`all and - big ballin
Shut the town down nigga, shot callin
Fo` life - with stripes (AH-HA!)
CMR keep it crackin all night (see that)
Dominoes - dice games
G`d up and I got hood fame
Westside - platinum chains
Waistline, that`s my new thang (wes-syde!)
All year - fresh gear
Cross a nigga, fuck around and disappear
[Hook]
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (uh-uh.. uh-uh..)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (uh-uh.. wha?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. *vocal scratching*
See.. see.. see..
"Do the.."
[Mack 10]
Bitch please - six threes
Candy paint with the triple gold D`s
Big drums - load clips
Close range with the hollow-point tips
Twenty cars - ten bikes
Chuck Taylor`s or the Air Force Nik`s
Throat peelers - get scrilla
My whole crew ex-cons and killaz
Inglewood - is my hood
Represent and it`s all to the good
Fast cars - big stars
Hundred thou on every 16`s doors
Fuck you - and yo` crew (uh-huh?)
Whattchu bitch-ass niggaz want to do?
Let it rain (oh) - and make ya pay (oh!)
Get money nigga do the damn thang!
[Hook]
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (oh, oh)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (Mack 1-0)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (CMR, Hoo-Bangin)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (do the damn thang)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (you see it)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (you see how I say)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (I know you see how I say)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (ya dun-da-dunts)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
[talking]
See, you do the damn thang
If you still gon` sleep witcha baby mama
'cause you know it`s gon` be drama
But you take care of yo` kids
You done the damn thang (do the damn thang)
When you go back to the hood, knowhamsayin?
And lay it down (do the damn thang)
Buyin Cutlass`s and all that kinda foolishness whatever
You do the damn thang [repeat "Do the damn thang" in background]
Knahmsayin? See how I`m sayin..
If you a ugly dude and you got a whole lotta money
and the chicks jock you, then you do the damn thang!
And you know you ugly and you got some bad chicks,
you do the damn thang.. you feel that?
If you a ugly chick or you was fine once
you know where you was fine and then ate it
And you might bust right now, and you big ya dig?
In the two thousand, if they still jock you, then you do the damn thang!
.. y`all see`s how I say it, do the damn thang...
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19. _ Money's Just a Touch Away
featuring Gerald Levert
[Mack 10]
This song is dedicated
to all the up and coming rappers singers hustlers actors
Whatever you may be remember:
without no struggle you get no progress
So keep grindin keep on mashin get yours
Chorus: Gerald Levert
You're nothin far from comin up (keep on)
Money's just a touch away (keep on)
So keep on grindin don't give it up (keep on)
There'll always be another day (keep on)
[Mack 10]
And now I'm sittin at the pad, teary eyed and depressed
Starvin and sufferin from mental stress
Now a true center to the game of beginner
but hard to feel like a winner when you eat spreads for dinner
Hit the streets late night in the form of star mushin
On the 211 mission just to pay tuition
For my kids I got to grind and develop street saavy
Servin stress cause I just ain't got enough to cop cavi
But I can't stop, I won't stop, til I got it made
Either build my clientele, get a job or learn a trade
like hip-hop, and make enough to live good forever
So I learned to write the rhymes and get my metaphors together
Then I joined a rap crew, with the homies on my street
Sellin underground tapes out the local swap meet
Gettin tighter on the mic, as I worked day to day
So now I lay down at night, and I hear voices say, "Mack"
Chorus
[Mack 10]
Now I'm new to the scene, H as in Hard, N as in Nympho
So like EPMD, could you _Please Listen to My Demo?_
I left the local crew, felt like I was the man
In popular demand and now ready for SoundScan
So I searched for a deal with no luck I kept rappin
Felt like it would take a miracle to make it all happen
Marble said it was a test, "Mack don't do nuttin wrong!
Just have faith in God and keep your hustle goin strong
Stay hongry, keep writin, don't quit you're too close
Remember good things come to those who want it most"
So I never left the house, without my rap book
Thought I found a new crew but eventually got shook
First they said I was cool, but then started to doubt me
Put me on the backburner and just forgot all about me
Partna said I wasn't fresh, and sent me on my way, but you know what?
As I was leavin, I could hear voices say, "Mack"
Chorus
[Mack 10]
Now the tables turned, but I remember they used to clown me
The hard work paid off, and luck finally found me
So call every publication, Billboard and the editor
and tell em Mack's being signed by dude workin on _The Predator_
I got the Midas touch, now everything be the bomb
Hooked up with The Don, now made a few mill-ion
I don't bang I write the good rhymes, you know about mines
Man I'm the tightest MC, Ice Cube ever signed
Now if ain't the radio, it's a video shoot
Livin life in the limelight, with a bank full of loot
Now my crew is solid, shook the haters and the leeches
Runnin full court at my house with our girls on the beaches
Plus the violence is ceased, no more bi-coastal beef
Cause now I get down with the North South and the East
I reminisce on hard times, seem like yesterday, but now
Hoo Bangin' is official and I remember they used to say, "Mack"
Chorus
[Levert] Money's just a touch, just a simple touch
Money's just a touch away..
Money's just a touch, just a simple touch
Money's just a touch away..
[Mack 10] Man I knew I was gonna make it, but they didn't believe me
YaknowhatI'msayin? Clowned me -- gon' be a rapper, what?
Hahahaha
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