Mack 10

She wants me to break it half
So I'mma crack it like Humpty Dumpty
Her brothas want jump me
But but motherfuck a lil trick
She can get the dicka dee dick dick down south or in her mouth
Bustin' nigs I like to digs dark meat
Big booty but no cellulete
I'll grab it stab it cause I gots to have dag nabbit
Fuck it like rabbit
Wanna make it holla
Oh what the hell
Bust a right turn 12 dollar motel
Cause in the hood thats the best a nigga get
Small room smelling like cigarettes
Look girl it's a bed and builing
So stop acting like you gotta have the Hilton
It's four walls so drop your drawls and get cozy
Cause I'mma break you off something at the Mozi-Wozi

Chorus:
*Woman moans*
(Mozi-Wozi)
Mack 10 bitch
(Niggaz make a children)
Foe life
(Bitch I'll be there)
You got damn right
(If it cares to trip 'em)

Before we get busy go and take a shower
But hurry up shit cause we only got an hour
And I plan to be in it up to win it a good 45 minutes
And break that back down
Stick yo ass in the air and lay yo head flat down
Waking up the neighbors nothing can save ya
But I hope I don't catch the vapors
Cause funky ass cock is a turn off
It gets me hotter than pace paconie sauce
]From New Yor City ('New York City')
You got a big ole ass and little bitty titties
But it's cool, cause I can hunt for your chest
And now we getting complaints from the front desk
At my door just to get a peek freak
Motherfucka kinda nozy at the Mozi-Wozi

Bridge: [Mack 10] X4
*Woman moans*
I'm breakin' hoes down 'till their very last complaint
Ass up face down

Ain't no frontin' on the pussy that I'm gettin'
Name is Mack 10 but fuck it I'm still sweating
You won't believe all the wreak I'm catching
I'm hard as a brick and my rubber is stretching
See a motel bed can take a pounce
When you give it more bounce to the ounce
And I'm feeling it from the way I'm hung
And I'm killing it I might puncture a lung
Now the Mozi-Wozi is the place for chillin'
But the bathroom towels ain't worth stealin'
The T.V.'s broke and the carpet is dirty
And you got till about 12:30
To have yo ass out
But don't fuck around and get drunk and pass out
Cause before I can finish this rhymes
You hear a buzzer and a bitch yealen check out time

Chorus

Bitch so don't even trip
(Mozi-Wozi)

Bridge X2

Bitch

Let's go...

Verse 1

Mack 10 nutty as they come
leave 'em face down
and numb from the waist down
It's a Sunday a gun day
rollin' down a one way
in my 'lac front and back
over train tracks
On yak and herb nigga swerve
it get's on my nerves
banked my Danas on the curb
In the gutta lane
I'm butta man
Foot to the flo'
what you want from the sto'
I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single
comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle
Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her
but niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker
Fool I'ma vet you can bet
that I can dance underwater and not get wet
It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap
everybody run when I bust a cap
puttin' Inglewood up on the map
look at what I do when I pull my strap
Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown
bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down

Chorus

Foe life foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
(Repeat)

Verse 2

Khacki suit ski mask is my attire
with my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire
Fool where ya keep the rims and tires
'fo yo' life expires I'm as nutty as Michael Myers
Didn't think about the Rottweiler
a lot of stiches in the ass
blood in the Impala
Sittin' in the County with a gold record
Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked
caught with a contraband in my hand
Mack 10 take the stand
your Honor I'ma changed man
so please let me go so I can flow
Got a show had to ask my P.O. can I go
and if he say no I'ma have to say
bitch get out the car slow
and leave ya fuckin' dough
'cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world
let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl

Chorus

Verse 3

Call 911 there's a son of a bitch on the roof
yarned up in his birthday suit
(Mack 10 to the rescue)
my momma wanna know why I do what I do
'cause I'm superman superbad supermad superfly
fool you can die
There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
and I'm at home sewing stripes on
Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway
'bout to buck you down with this throw away
with no serial number it's the summer
where niggas die
It's hotter than July
You better stay low fo' you get a halo
plus wings and a gown when I come around
So take 10 paces
and try to guess the color of my shoelaces

Chorus with ad libs 'til end

f/ Ice Cube

[Mack 10]
Quielty I stalk niggas call me the Chicken Hawk
Approach with my gun in a 2 one one
As I sickum lay my victum may I lickum
All action stop nobody move no pop
As I reck shop red alert make yo blood squirt
When I work in the brownies and the high top chucks to do dirt
Keep it sound put it down my way
Protected by an A.K. as I search for my pray
Through the geto hit the peddle every corner I'm torning
Look for the money the kilos and the gallons of shermin nigga
Till we meet I stash my heat
Neet in my baggage do damage nasty as a savage
Lookin for the cabbage
Its own 20 grand I spot a bird in hand
As I spread my wing spand I swoop ready to land
Gotta get heem hit the spot grab the sack
And I shake it blessed with the game
To make it bus its easier to take it, nigga

[Ice Cube]
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
'Don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker'

[Mack 10]
On a late night creep the hawk sours on a mission
Mashin' through the hood nerd this nigga had the chickens
36 zones in each sack to be exact
Got 50 G's or more in street value worth of crack
As he put it down out of control with the cavey
Got Benzos on the grass twistin front and back cadeys
Capacino sted of coffe moet
No more rossie rolex diamonds all glossy
Glossy Mr. Flossy sewed up the block keys to double up rock
I gotta lick heem nigga want know heen when I get heem me
Shoot strate never hesitate fools cooperate
Or I dag un tagum body bagum with my magnum
Heat in yo chest how we do it in the west
I gaffle up yo dope and fly back to my nest
I stalk hit up in chalk all over the sidewalk
Its Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk

Interlude:
[Man] Allo
[Mack 10]
Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the ??? you got
And put on ??? behind the ??? or I kill this motherfucker
[Girl] Fuck this nigga don't give any shit
[Mack 10] Bitch shut the fuck up right now

[Mack 10]
On a midnight flight the hawk glides through the breeze
Pull my wings at eaze as I lands in the palm trees
Overlook my lick set my scope like a sniper
Hawk the bitch piper be alarmed foe the type a fool
That ah hoo ride when he doo ride
I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard nots, nigga
A gaffle dick is all I ever gave a hoe
Where peneltons not a cape so I can't save a hoe
Mack 10 just stepped off the planet of the apes
Foe the money and dope I never rapes I duck tapes
Bitches I mackum down flagum down they pull over
Fill lucky as a fowe leaf clover in a Range Rover
They never know its the hawk his self
My eyes reder than red with St. Ides on my breff
I draw down all this licken got me nervous so I'm twitchen
Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens

[Ice Cube]
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
Foe life

*Ring*
[Man] Allo?
[Mack 10]
Oh I see you Mr. Funny-man
Aw motherfuckin'
Yeah you're the kind of nigga that ??? with your bitch
Well listen to this motherfucker
Aaaaahhhhhhaaaaa
*Gun shots*
*Clik-clak*
*Hang up*

K-Dee talking:
Hey hey hey baby check it out. I'm K-Dee, &
that's my nigga Mack 10 over there. Now he gotta be cooler
than the nigga thatyou sittin' with, so pump yo' brakes
'cause here comes the G. Foe Liiife!!

[Mack]
Uhh that's right uhh yeah ha ha ha ha
what the fuck you smilin' at
right

Verse 1
It's that nigga west side swangin'
heat I'm bringin' like I'm bangin'
slangin' khakis hangin'
took the script & I'm flippin' it
got bustas straight trippin' it
never thought Mack 10'll
be the new nigga rippin' shit
Real G style on a funky freestyle
solo flo show with my bitch & my lo lo
gettin' my floss on as I slide my locs on
hit the corna' bitch hold on
Danas is what I roll on
So watch yo' step quiet it's kept on the leak
I blast I don't stick the different nigga in the click
as I kick rhymes niggas pick mines from the stack
threw the roof on the sack then cut the 'lac front & back
on all gold hundred spoke D's when I skiis
nigga please wanna be G's don't wanna see these
straight from killa Cali it's like the Valley of Death
of who's left I'll be a G 'til my very last breath

Chorus
Alli alli all come free here comes the G [WC]
Fresh as a new pack I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli all come free here comes the G [WC]
Checkin' loot like it's crazy in painter pants & Stacys
(Repeat)

Verse 2
Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride
feeling high as I ride from the west to the eastside
On them switches went from rags to riches
all snitches must die I can't lie
I like them hoochie bitches
though I know that a hoe is a gamble
scandle hard to handle them dookey braids & sandals
That's how I like it hike it touchdown then spike it
then pipe it so tough they can't gripe it
So if it's on from uh dusk 'til dawn
keep it crackin' stay packin' as long as niggas jackin'
Mackin' like Goldie bumpin' nothin' but oldies
reminiscin' tilt the 40's when I vibe the dead homies.

Talking:
Yeah I wanna say what's up to all my deceased homeboys
from the west & eastside didn't make it to see this rap.
Oh yeah it's still Mack 10 foe life puttin' it down like this here.

Chorus

Verse 3
Down for the dirt I sport khakis and a white t-shirt
slangin' work got the big birdies that don't chirp
I came up from a crawler now my stack is taller
big baller shot caller movin' shit like a U-Hauler
So now it's on like that & I'm rollin'
controllin' the 'hood guns about a boat swollen
back arms tatted (Inglewood) so tweed can get gatted
cavi water weed or speed what you need 'cause I have it
So come through run through & uhh smell the vapors
won't be no set trip if it's all about paper
Down with the Lench Mob I can't go wrong
well known & it's on bankin corners in my Brougham

Chorus

Mack 10, westside, foe life, and we out

f/ Ice Cube, W.C.

(Mack 10)
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)