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[AllFrumThai]
It go M A C to the K one to the O Bitches scream ho Hoo bangin with nothin but the cavi Stepin out the smog like a hog with my family Squeak, Ru and Mack dime on the fade Been lacen up our stars and stealin cars Since the 8th grade, quick to pull your lid You can call us Butch Cassady and the Sundance Kid Mack the Inglewood maniac, whos got the biggest sack Niggas that get large get put on contract, and thats a fact He's all about big bucks when he's saggin with his motherfuckin khakis and chucks Chicken hawkin, swoop down low my nigga stalkin AllFrumTha i When we mob we ain't talkin Binky, Mack once again it's on foe life Presence is felt, before we takin yo life Chorus Mack 10, Mack 10, cant you understand Mack 10, Mack 10, Bitch I'm the motherfuckin man Mack 10, Mack 10, cant you understand Mack 10, Mack 10, Bitch I'm the motherfuckin man [Comrads] Hey Comrad, we keep pushin this crack Niggas gettin washed up, and we can't have that Niggas makin all these snaps with these wack ass raps So we went to Inglewood when we finished our sack It was back in January or was it Febuary I have to do some time, Mack Dime told me not to worry The scene was kinda scary he sent me commisary I did my time and touched down with a flurry Told me not to worry, signed a deal in a hurry No more slangin dope to those niggas in Missouri Bagets on our jewlry, futures no longer blurry And if you see a bitch with us fo sho she's temporary And you know we got it like that Rolexed out the game spotin croca sacks Nigga thats what you get when you fucks with me The Comrads and Mack D.I.M.E. Chorus [Mack 10] I can leap tall buildings twist on them thangs I made nothing but the Cavi hits an Hoo Banged I set traps to make snaps from coast to coast And now im up to seven figures and I'm doin the most I watch niggas cause they shady, I pack a lil 380 Look out for my peoples everything is all gravy Is Mack a cool nigga? Yeap, i guess, maybe Bought a bubble eyes benz for my bitch and my baby Always talk about the hood, cause they say that I'm a bragger and if yous aint a true blue, then yous a red dager If your girl want a thug then you know that I'm a tag her But if she set me up then imma have to body bag her lay the back down on the Chevy so the ass is a dragger If a bitch is at the house while im jackin Imma gag her Wear my clothes like a banger, so of course Imma sagger Plus a young nigga rollin' more stones than Mick Jagger Chorus |
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Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee It's nine-seven now and I'ma stay sucka free Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars And everthang is straight I'm in the full zone Gettin paper every day, it's all I'm trippin on Cause ain't nothin like a ride in Californ-ia with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and I'm clownin all the rookies With a pocket full of cookies and mashin to the backyard boogie Get yo' boogie on And then we comin wit that Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah) Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that) Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh) Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's the backyard boogie) Backyard boogie oogie oogie Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky Representin where you from cause it's West till I die Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf So I bails in the party, everythang is cool It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce I'm even kickin back, and I'm usually chicken hawkin The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are C walkin Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd's gettin bigger Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga And it's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin (Unh, straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good You can put that on yo' hood, everyday And we comin with that) Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look ain't nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook And everybody left with the whole hustla bang and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang You choose or you lose while you conversatin enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin I want homegirl over there in red cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me (Get yo' boogie on, yeah Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause Get yo' backyard boogie on) Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good You can put that on yo' hood, everyday Mackness, mackness, unh! Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause Get yo' backyard boogie on Gangstas don't dance we boogie Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies Gangstas don't dance we boogie Mack 10 ain't no motherfucker rookie Backyard boogie oogie oofie |
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E 40 talking: Mack OneDime excuse me playboy aiight check this out aiight nigga check this out we crimeys right that mean you my pa'tner in crime like that check this out let's let 'em know summin' you know niggas should've been plugged up from L.A. to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out! Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta thank my math teacher Count Dracula for just teachin' a brother to you know count his marbles you know What about you? Verse 1 (Mack) You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill 365 7days I believe crack pays my estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's I'm straight cookin' them thangs movin' weight like I should 'Cause a nigga livin' good don't mean he went Hollywood Dog I practice my craft so each year I get better to stay ghetto and clever but be richer than ever (E-40) Fonzerelli man I thought you was a rebel I am but tell me this then why you move up out the ghetto (the ghetto) Mothafucka I am the ghetto I beg yo pardon Nigga I was grindin' tryin to take off niggas heads flossin' |
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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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Before sold out shows rocked and hoes jocked
it was all about the 'hood and that Foe Hundred block A few scraps as a puppy dog you had to be down to roam that infamous neighborhood where niggas wore the crown It was on every morning from Manchester to Century BG's walkin' in packs to elementary afterschool some had 'hood patrol and watched deals on the corner while others had skills and hittin' drills in Pop Warner The unforgettable good old days how it used to be 'foe niggas made the transition from a jock to a G now the streets is nice but the police is thick 'cause niggas sick and mo' murders committed than a horror flick but whatever happen rappin' or not it's the same for me it's still I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. so... Chorus Hey hey heyy What you got to say Inglewooooood Inglewood Swangin' Verse 2 The city's full of cheddar like a cheese pizza known for senoritas and Inglewood Familias The landmarks in the 'hood is legendary the fabulous Forum, the Court and the Library The city hall is scandalous to the average tax payer so the town done fucked around and voted me the mayor had G's that put they life on the line and some died but thanks to this rap we on the map worldwide And as far as race go we probably even these days about 50% black and the rest is esays so we spin and we win up and down Market St. Bitch I'm a million dollar nigga and still shop the Swapmeet what I'm in right now probably ain't worth a hundred bucks a beany T-shirt khakis and a fresh pair of Chucks That's a real nigga foe you that's me so don't knock it I got everything I need plus money in my pocket So... -acap |
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What's up dog?
What you need nigga? Aw shit one time! It was once said by a man who couldn't quit Dopeman please can I have another hit The Dopeman said cluck i don't give shit If you girl kneel down, and suck my dick Gave a nigga head, and homie tried to choke her but he didnt care, cause she aint nothing but a smoker Thats the way it go, thats the name of the game Young niggas gettin over by slangin caine Lex around my wrist in 18K heaven Bitches clockin on my dick twenty four seven Plus I'm makin' money, keepin baseheads waitin Roll the six four with all gold Daytons Live in Inglewood, California, CA. This oozy up your ass if i dont get paid Niggas beggin for credit, I'm knockin out teeth Clockin much dollars on the first and fifteenth Big wad a money, nothing less than a twenty Yo you wanna whole chicken, Mack 10 got plenty To be a dopeman, boy you must qualify Dont get high off your own supply From a Key to a G, Its all about money Ten piece for a ten, base pipe come free If people out there not hip to the fact If you see somebody gettin money for crack Hes the.. Chorus Dopeman, Dopeman (Mack front me a sack) Dopeman, Dopeman (I'll get ya back) Dopeman, Dopeman (tryna stack me a grip) Dopeman, Dopeman (Man fuck that shit) You need a nigga with money, so you get a Dopeman Juice that fool for as much as you can She like his car, and he get with her Got a black eye, Cause the Dopeman hit her Let that slide, and you pay it no mine Find that hes slappin you all the time But thats okay, cause hes so rich And you ain't nothing but the Dopeman's bitch Do what he say, and you keep your mouth shut Talkin' that drag might get ya fucked up You sit and cry, If the Dopeman strike you He don't give a fuck, he got two just like you There's another girl in the Dopeman's life Not quite a bitch, but far from a wife She call a Strawberry, and everyone knows.... Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe Do anything for a hit or two, give a bitch a rock She fuck the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the Dopeman's dick Strawberry, just look and you'll see her But don't fuck around, she'll give you Ghonorea If people out there, not hip to the fact Strawberry is a girl, sellin pussy for crack to the.. Chorus Dopeman, Dopeman (From a ounce to a key) Dopeman, Dopeman (Tryna get this chesse) Dopeman, Dopeman (Cluckers riding my dick) Dopeman, Dopeman (Man fuck that shit) If you smoke caine, you a stupid motherfucker Know around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doing that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees searchin for a piece of rock Fienin for a hit, and you lookin for more Done stole a Alpine out of Wavy six four Smokin like a train, man I wouldn't want to be you Done took from the homies, betta run, when i see you Ballin everyday, doing more drug deals Rollin' round town, on the twenty inch wheels If people out there, not hip to the fact if you see Mack 10, you can ask me for crack I'm the... Chorus Dopeman, Dopeman (Yeah thats me) Dopeman, Dopeman (From a ounce to a key) Dopeman, Dopeman (Yo fuck that shit, who am I) The Dopeman [Squeak] Mack 10, nigga, you must be slick Put Squeak on the team, now he stackin chips Good lookin out, for showin love Now I got bitches on my dick cause im flossin dubs |
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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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[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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Squeak Ru:
You know sometimes life is a trip it can make you do mysterious thangs. And sometimes life is a bitch how do you deal with the pain? Niggas rather smile in my face stick a knife in my mothafuckin' back than to see my family doin' well and my pockets steady gettin' fat. Since the age of 14 you know I been representin' my neighborhood. G'd up every goddamned day puttin' it down foe the city of Inglewood. And I ain't asked nobody for shit ain't nobody had to front me no sack everything I got I did it by myself and that's a mothafuckin' fact. But why when I'm doin my own thang and why when I'm on my own grind niggas wanna turn they back and act like Squeak done switched sides. And even though I got niggas that I love and niggas that I know is real. I still got them niggas that I wanna take my pistol and stick it to they fuckin' grill. But have you ever been down wit the homies because you thought the homies was true? Or have you ever been down wit the homies and found out the homies ain't down with you? Huh, player haters suck my dick!! |
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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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Newscaster: In the news tonight rap star Mack 10 releases his second
solo album titled "Based On A True Story," and according to reliable sources Ha, he laughs in the face of the sophomore jinx. After the release of Westside Connection and Mack's new record, gangster rap seems to be at an all time high. Verse 1 Either the thrill of victory or the agony of defeat you either got ends or struggle to make ends meet You can either turn square or keep the mind of a rebel some uppity livin' good some faced with death in the ghetto I'm a product of the streets so I vow to never slip so I trust no one and keep a P. Coltrane on my hip I always paid attention while my O.G's was teachin' Rule number one if it's on blast the first nigga reachin' either death or the pen' shit I had to do better It was a must I moved on and now I'm all about cheddar a young entrepreneur I rather slang than bang now girls be like you go Mack 10 baby do yo thang So I continue to get down and I keep writin' rhymes and I parlay every dollar to flip at least a hundred times So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory and everything I recite's Based On A True Story Chorus ("Story" sung in background throughout) You can feel nigga It's based on a true story You know it's real nigga Based on a true story Verse 2 The year 1986 is when it all started now eleven years later we still rough and cold hearted and as the saga continues I ride the wave like a Sea Doo not to knock hip hop but gangsta rap is what we do Niggas on they first album already sold a mil' So before you knock our style at least admit that it's real It's all sex drugs and violence so you pretend you ain't checkin' You mean to tell me people really ain't dyin' every second Now y'all made the rules niggas can say what they choose So if you gone ban Gangsta rap then you got to ban the news That means no weather report no Waco and the bad reverand No channel 4 channel 7 and no film at eleven With no high school diplomas we became millionaires media mad 'cause we winning and we really playin' fair So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory and everything I recite's Based On A True Story Chorus Verse 3 I crumble green on a magazine ready to roll a joint damn in this billboard I'm number one with a hollow point It was a rough road ahead but for my kids I gotta pave it so I twist one shake the weed out close the book up and save it 'Cause my son li'l Mack might grow up and have a crew and he can show all his homies this what my daddy used to do See I was raised around gangstas and grindas since a youth so the shit I rap abouts like 99% truth With dedicated fans from bebe kids to bambinos and niggas that's CEO's before they reach they three O's Maneuver through the corporate world makin' moves to take ours Rolling big German luxury and Italian sports cars so watch what you do 'cause you know we playa hated and everytime it's a homicide they call it gang related So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory and everything I recite's Based On A True Story Chorus (2X) Too $hort talking: Say Mack baby, it's yo pa'tna $hort dog man. You know I got yo back boy. You know a nigga like me I just left the Ferrarri dealer man. I ain't go lie I know you ridin' rims. But the problem is, it's a lot of mothafuckas out there that think we rappers man. That think we just sit at home and make this up at our momma's house. I hate to tell y'all man some of us are real playas real ballers biitch. |
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