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from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)
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you never thought you'd witness before Check this out Welcome to the house the D O double G built We got honey cream silk and milk We make that big bank and keep that big shank Just in case we get slapped into the home we take Nigga don't think Dogg slips at allI make chips for crips and the beat dogs True niggas do niggas hey you niggas Can't get with us 'cause we rip shit up It's Mack Dime and D O dub Here's a toast to the most westcoast love Fo sho though I let you know from the get go Pullin on my endo rollin through the Wood with my kin dog Not De La Soul but fresh on parole Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole I'm know to the peoples as the Inglewood swanger Been rollin gold Danas since a BG banger It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin And niggas say we bangin 'cause our colors be flamin But I'd rather push crack let the bank roll stack I show Snoop how to whoop and then I front him a sack Nigga better blue tennis shoes tidy with our body As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew Cold thing about it is that the niggas kept it true Inglewood family is what they claim to bang Street Rue and Maddog I think that was his name But anyway what can I say Oh by the way it's anybody 'kay So when you in LA or nigga round my way Give me a holler on the 310 or 213 yeah Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING I'm makin green in the rap scene from coast to coast And rollin three wheel motion from the woods to the ocean See Snoop and Tray Dee in the LBC And wasn't nobody trippin just cool as can be No harm up in norm so the hatas got bigger But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold plated trigger And that's fo sho though you know how it go Jump in the low low and bang with the homies fuck a hoe So keep away crack and leave your bullet proof vest Dogg there ain't no need for that we headed west to the QS Game recognize game and it always should It's all good and you niggas got a passion Inglewood Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like Monie That's on the one and only I keep the big homies for the phonies So let it be known from my hood to your town That connect game niggas is straight down with the Pound Now all my peoples in the LBC pull up a chair and have a dime bag on me See we be DPG in this we in this thang to make hits and bump abitch and maintain 'cause the more better you get the more cheddar you get The more shit you talk the more wet up you get See I found out quick don't say shit Just take care of yours and handle it quick Yeah it don't stop for Biggie or Tupac Niggas been gettin shot on my block But we got to make a change and the thang is this I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist But I wish upon a star To stay down with Mack Dime pushin caviar The real recognize the real I'll kill for that nigga ING DPG deal with it nigga for real Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING They live on the streets and they hustle for fame Some claim twenty crip but most claim insane See it's not a lifestyle it's a full time job And if you live in Long Beach it's like a macabre From blunt to blunt everybody's bad And if you don't know where you at you better tuck in your rag Push heat on the street with Chuck D's on his feet Makin money slangin tapes up out the Compton swap meet Up jumps the boogie some niggas gang bang So keep a big steel if it's a real G Thang But I kick back relax count hundreds by the stacks And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks Ain't a busta in the crew so I'm callin all hogs It's connect gang rollin with the Pound and Snoop Dogg And everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be It's Long Beach with the Ingledub O O D city Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING |
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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 Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - West Koasta Nostra (2004)
(feat. Mack 10)
(chorus) Niggaz wanna fuck with me That's why I gots to bang on you Hater's wanna fuck with the g's That's why we gots bang on you Niggaz wanna fuck with me That's why I gots to bang on you Hater's wanna fuck with the g's That's why I gots bang on you (verse-Ganxta Ridd) I say fuck them all when I bang them on some From Inglewood to my city of Carson Through every hood you should be bangin more often Is your life more then what it is costin Chicken hawker shit talken dogg barker Ghost the scene the snatch of the nath watcher The cock it down blood walker collar blocker Never through it up I through down with the wreath rock SOO WOO set ride on the left put my flag on my shoulder so it lays on my chest The dime piece put the "I" in finess but you can bless that chrome while I bless my fit It's on tell these 5th niggaz its on p-funk I funk or no funk at all Ganxta Ridd Mack tension with the flamedarin Piru 3 street yall ain't ready for this (chorus) (Mack 10) uh HUH eyes forward huh Look (verse Mack 10) Yall don't understand I bang on hoe niggaz Slang blowin in a drive jack foe moe figgaz Walk in the party moe flamed then a arsen Cuz the QSI caught a link with the Carson I'm Gangsta, you ain't tryed it don't knock it Sag when I feel flag in my right pocket The Westin G'z it ain't a new style And the Boo Yaa moe samoans then a luau I fucks with 'em cuz we from the same side And who ever got hit with the cake flame died Always been a rida always stood up Damu niggaz and bitches throw yo hood up (SOO WOO) Get it how you live if you tamper with the sack I go to war over crack like Bush and Iraq (ha ha) It's mack 10 nigga hoo bangin affiliate Stay gangsta all the time and fuck who ain't feelin it (chorus) (verse-Gangxta Ridd) I stay flamed up ritual keep the dickies original Author of the smash through a gang funeral With the G.A.W.T.T.I. belt buckled the west chuckle My bloody knuckles can't stop my hustle They puzzle how the hen get guzzled They tumble tryin to fade through the muscle They in trouble when the mind go humble The debree from the rubble got the whole ben doubled Where they at they go gangsta shit Where you from here we go gangsta hit The rap rolla scrap brawler burgandy maroon Neva visualize unless it go boom G.A.W.T.T.I. get deflan boss of all dons Always outnumber but never outdone Niggaz don't want to march unless we a million Let me p-funk it Westside and make don (chorus x3) |
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from Westside Connection - Terrorist Threats (2003)
[Ice Cube - talking]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation [Nate Dogg] Na na na na na na na na (Westside) Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh) Na na na na na na na na (what what) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [W.C.] Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this From the concrete when they chalkin' like this And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that It's a dub ass C thang dub C brain And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal [Mack 10] Evacuate the building look here come a plane No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang And bump what you plain homey this who bang With enough game to drive a swear broad insane And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners And Mack need a? in a H2 Hummer Lookin hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [Ice Cube] What the hell is Ice Cube talkin about That's how you get these here parked in you mouth Westside ride trick, the same old spit I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashante Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh) You kinda but I'm with so my Andre got to be bomb rate [W.C.] Have you seen us, naw Haters can't see us Connect Gang we the G'est nigga Countless calls and countless charges Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban cigars Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is And to my G's incarcerated and on probation I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation nigga [Chorus] Mack 10] It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G And the whole world influence by the b in the sea Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlas and gluckas Bangin for the hood causin havic and ruckus You fools actin label kissin up like suckas And your trick solder down when you pee lil bustas [Ice Cube] One thing I do know I ain't the uno Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know) I'd like to thank the congregation In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation I'm hard on them, yeah I'm ruthless You like a stress sac, boy you useless You know the side trick, better get up on it Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin on it [Mack 10] Look check this out man We got a Gangsta Nation goin down over here So ya'll might as well bow down And join this Westside thang man Cause once you get with this Partna you as G as can be Believe that homeboy It's like that Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit [Nate Dogg + (Ice Cube)] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na |
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from Westside Connection - Terrorist Threats [Explicit Version] (2003)
[Ice Cube - talking]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation [Nate Dogg] Na na na na na na na na (Westside) Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh) Na na na na na na na na (what what) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [W.C.] Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this From the concrete when they chalkin' like this And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that It's a dub ass C thang dub C brain And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal [Mack 10] Evacuate the building look here come a plane No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang And bump what you plain homey this who bang With enough game to drive a swear broad insane And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners And Mack need a? in a H2 Hummer Lookin hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [Ice Cube] What the hell is Ice Cube talkin about That's how you get these here parked in you mouth Westside ride trick, the same old spit I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashante Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh) You kinda but I'm with so my Andre got to be bomb rate [W.C.] Have you seen us, naw Haters can't see us Connect Gang we the G'est nigga Countless calls and countless charges Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban cigars Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is And to my G's incarcerated and on probation I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation nigga [Chorus] Mack 10] It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G And the whole world influence by the b in the sea Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlas and gluckas Bangin for the hood causin havic and ruckus You fools actin label kissin up like suckas And your trick solder down when you pee lil bustas [Ice Cube] One thing I do know I ain't the uno Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know) I'd like to thank the congregation In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation I'm hard on them, yeah I'm ruthless You like a stress sac, boy you useless You know the side trick, better get up on it Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin on it [Mack 10] Look check this out man We got a Gangsta Nation goin down over here So ya'll might as well bow down And join this Westside thang man Cause once you get with this Partna you as G as can be Believe that homeboy It's like that Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit [Nate Dogg + (Ice Cube)] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na |
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from Mack 10 - Ghetto, Gutter & Gangsta (2003)
Mack 10: Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha
You ready Eiht? MC Eiht: Yeah, c'mon Verse 1: Mack 10 I was born to ride, bangin, pack heat got turned out early by them scandliss freaks addicted to crime so I stay in the mix with a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks moms said, "Mack, baby watch for danger" I said, "Momma don't you know I'm a real gangbanger?" I can't switch over night and be good and I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood so I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle got a deuce fired at Scoob's, I need a gat so I stopped and got the Tech from my G homie Wreck he said, "Mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated and here's the extra clip incase you might need it" get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on throw the Hoo-Bang plack in the back and your ride on Chorus: Ride for me, I'ma ride for you you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best nobody rides like these killas from the west Ride for me, I'ma ride for you you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best nobody rides like these killas from the west Verse 2: Eazy E 1, 2, 3, and to the 4 Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to your dome cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin more bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin keep the gat in my lap cuz I'm fully strapped for the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a Tech 9, plus a A-K 47 send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven peep, nigga I don't sleep bury muthafuckas in the concrete you try to creep kinda slow in a Astro but I'm peepin niggas out in my left window so I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more yo, they call me motherfuckin John Doe Chorus Verse 3: MC Eiht Real thugs roll cuz the Westside's sick which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip slick, but not like Rick, the gang story G's kill and aint shit funny like Joe Corry don't make me laugh cuz I"m on the wrong the path catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath slang strike to make money, now aint that simple? that silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo keep the calico with extra ammo so and so gets blasted, to the casket never seen these westside G's face, we masked it ya'll best be defeat and be discreet catch the hot heat from across the street take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy Chorus Ugh, MC Eiht in the muthafuckin house (yeah, Hoo-Bang one time) yeah, ha (Hoo-Bang two times) rest in peace Eazy E (the hiphop thugsta) (yeah) fa sho (Mack Dime) come on, ugh (all day baby, all day baby) WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh |
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(The Paper Route "INTRO")
Mack 10 the nigga, He's a strait up motha fuckin G, Runnin through the hood up to no good, flossing in his cheese(*repeat*) |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
Intro, Ice Cube: What would you do If I punked your whole crew? Would you run like a bitch from me? Niggaz don't test Cause we come from the west Yes the W-S to the C Westside! Westside niggaz Fuck everybody that used to be down That ain't down no mo Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side Y'all don't know how we puts it down Trick ass motherfuckers Verse 1, Ice Cube: Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin? Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor you say I'm dickin my consumer Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes I shift gears when I see tears Fuck a record, fuck a movie I rack my uzi On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get the fuckin erection Chorus, W.C.: So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge: Rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Westside rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Verse 2, Mack 10: I gots to handle mines So I grinds Real O.G. parolle Throw the woop on the quarter key Ain't been out but a minute Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented Got my pockets back swollen Motorola holdin A nigga got the whole hood rollin BG's get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot Niggaz callin Mack's spot Jackpot, the crack spot Got the double up bomb can't wait So wont you bounce rock skate To where the cluckers hibernate Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters And, ain't a crew that can get with us It's west coast, the most, I be yellin Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon Chorus, Ice Cube: Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Verse 3, W.C.: Let it rain, let it drip Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz Cause ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin heaters Causing tragedy Tearing off your whole chest cavity Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers Lenny wanna kill me cause I got 'em all scared of this Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist Stickering my tapes hoping that they can silence me Cause I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society But ain't no stopping this westside click So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo Chorus, Mack 10: Nigga, fuck what you sayin, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fuck what your sayin, and fuck who your tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Outro, W.C, Ice Cube: West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Westside, rollin till the wheels fall off Yeah, time is runnin out niggaros and nigga hoes All W's must be true Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang WSCG Bonafied and worldwide When you see Ice Cube throw up the W! When you see Mack 10 throw up the W! When you see W.C. throw up the W! When you see Crazy Tunes throw up the W! When you see K-Dee throw up the W! When you see The Comrades throw up the W! All Frum Tha I throw up the W! Westside till I die, what you thinkin of? And y'all bitches can throw it up to |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
(Talking) God Damn! New York City! Skyscrapers and everything! (Ice Cube) Back in the day, we used to respect yall niggas. We used to be down with yall niggas. All you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect. So I say to you and your city, yall niggas will never get our respect again. Westside nigga! Keeping it real. (Yeah) Keeping it real! Westside! Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The west coast is in the house sayin' Why you talkin loud? What you talkin' about? (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Who wants to rock the microphone after me? Think of who you are and who you be. My energy holds me down like the NFC. I'm going thorough through your borough Wit my Raider jacket and my jerry curl gangstas rule the world On the west nevertheless W/S We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress (Mack 10) You couldn't have said it no better homeboy With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy These bust ass critics from the N.Y.C. Don't know that iI be from the ING My peeps play for keeps deep crews pay dues by murder ones and twos Rip riders and Damus choose To stay gangsta you never ever ran us We bustin' clips like bananas Spottin' colored bandanas (W.C.) It's the hoodsta cap peela Dusty ass New York critic killa Dumping and pumping Motha fucking led in their chest because none of them niggas ever have it up for the West So now it's on & the gauge in my pants got me limping Fuck unity I'm coast tripping sagging as a bell East smashing tape recorders This is 187 on a New York reporter New York, New York (4x) (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Tryin' to get a East hip-hop monopoly But I've writng gangsta shit since '83 when ya'll was still scared to use Profanity now everbody wanna run and go get triggers and blaim it on these West Coast 7 figure niggas just because we made it real niggas got the deal I Hope blood ain't got spill I kill (Mack 10) It's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches Because we're platinum when we flex this With mic in hand fans in the stands We make a mill yan from California to Japan bitch Went over seas seen D's how we done it 88's to 100's to let me dnow who really run it Thes West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin' or we jackin' Packin' ninas and sellin' out arenas niggas (W.C.) You make me wanta holla throw up both my Dubs And roll these niggas up I got to beat 'em When I see 'em T-roll 'em cut off hes scrotum Leave 'em bleeding in particles for them bias All articles I'm mashing and blasting so get the casket I bet you after this I get a fucking Hip hop classic I'm banning you niggas from the scene Kicking over newstands pouring gasoline on your magazines... (Ice Cube) To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. We the best my niggas don't stress. (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. In your articles trying to rate my LP Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps Sayin' we ain't real because we make snaps Selling 6-4 with a dab what you looking at with your brooklyn hat And your pen and pad Nigga I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams Fuck your baggy jeans Fuck your magazines (Mack 10) Hey hey hey what's happenin tound tray It's still MT critic K on mines all mothafuckin' day It'a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossing got to flossin fell Off and got the nail in the coffin Who wanna regret fucin with my set I be a 24 yeat street Westside Connect Vet You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us We packin' heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us (W.C.) A yo nigga fuck that shit I got to kill it fuck a New York critic he wuite about it Live it did it plus I'm still with it putting it down On all these DJ's hating faking and Flaking never once played my record on their radio station No love for a New York critic Or disc jock matter of fact I'm blaming all ya'll for fucking up hip hop Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The West Coast is the house sayin' Why you talkin' loud? What you talkin'about?(16x) Westside! |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
(ICE CUBE)
Tha world is mine nigga get back Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don Big fish in a small pond Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook but I shook they worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me when Iam tipsey Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring We got your woman so pucker up FO we fuck her up Bow down before I make a phone call Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll Fo the cheese we want them keys Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please Before any of you guppies get heart Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down) (MACK 10) I take ten steps and I draw Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood addition I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental The Westside connects with me and south central And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the Philly's Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they call Billy Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene king- Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices So reconize these real G's take the cheese The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold D's Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California style But in tha mean while in my town you got to BOW --Hook-- Bow Down when you come to my town Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz we aint no haters like you Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than you --End Hook-- (W.C.) Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a beanie the shadiest nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide my locs on let my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing bang run away run away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double O to D to the S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and plain which means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in the rap game Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when you come around keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's affiliated fuck a studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk walk the walk Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin head off nigga I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff.... --Hook-- (ICE CUBE)--Spoken (Yea lemme tell you sumthin) (gangsta's make the world go round) (you aint gotta clown) (But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town) (Make them other fool's BOW DOWN) |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
INTRO:(ICE CUBE)
Brrrgh! Ai!Ai! In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak VERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW There's ten million ways to die Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin Off this gang-bang music So all I'd wanna got the room stumped I'm smokin,make dough like Trump Cookin ??? to they chunk,punk! Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga I'm not an MC,I'm not a G I mean I'm A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga! Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo What's this my ??? low-grader system That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises Nigga be dissin on a down low So now my motto's:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast" New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers Cross em out and put a'K Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays *Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC* 'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K! Inglewoooood! Nigga! To South Central L.A.! VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat(Brrgh!) Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades No switchblades,nigga,we shoots That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down Check it!Ho shut your mouth and get naked! I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form I'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you! Nigga get off,this shit is wacked Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil You're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya And even the female rappers are gettin smacked Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back Cos I'm a westside Connection hista Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers CHORUS INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE) Brrrgh! In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak VERSE THREE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Now you can cross out the busters and snitches B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches From the niggas I know in the streets I run through Swear to god bitch,real it ain't one dog and no(body) So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs Be all surprised,everybody dies From Columbian neckties covered with fright Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you So when I pull my spray-can to spray I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass CHORUS OUTRO:(ICE CUBE) Don't go chasin waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to Punk ass motherfuckers! Brrrrgh |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
(WC) Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rolling your lexos No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck them preppy niggas You need to get with this malt Liqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never How ya figure I'll be crying over yo ass like a Baby face nigga bitch you better be glad I got 3 strikes because back in '85 I'd been done gave your ass a black eye See I been waving at your ass all week but all You do is roll your eyes like your shit don't stink So now it's time for a nigga clown your ass Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat Don't want to fuck with niggas in khakis But hoe i bet for the dough You quick to jack that ass like a 4 So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch hit the road with your fucked up weave....... (Ice Cube) How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw Outlaw rollin' down the shaw Don't you want a mothafucka that's hard Or a bitch-made cute as El Debarge? Do you like negros? Him and those? Individuals called criminals? How'd you figure a West Coast nigga Drinking liquor got to know how to dig you When we dated straight fade it Penetrated, Ms. sasfisacated No daddy hate it Never met a nigga quite as fly as me All bottled up in your high society You want to chech my mental Cause how could a nigga from South Central rollin' in a Benzo Spice in ya life is what you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed I represent reality in your world full of lies And i can see it in your eyes You worried sick and I'm chillin' (Westside) Tell your family to fuck off and roll with this villian (chorus) Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals?(2x) (Mack 10) Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for real tho It's Mack 10 and let you niggas know I'm gun ho Baby i guess maybe i can get with your program With hunnit spode tonas on my front and back Broham hit a lick or two make your whole life a thriller Make you wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a killa Hot as sauce out the floss no need to be discreet I swing the fuck out this bitch til my bumper touch the street On switches and I'm workin jerkin hot ya nigga smirkin Jack the ass up and down til my back wheels is chirpin You need to be with me bitch you too fucking bombay To be on the Shaw with a nigga with a Hyundai I take you through my neighborgood raise where crime pays No girbauds no fades just cacky's and French braids And my friends is niggas that know what ends is In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benz' With hoochy hoes groopy hoes You know those with a gang of money lolo' and penitintiary fo do's So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin Slam the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons (K-Dee) Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby I know you're Catholic But can you have you have dick up in them guts all the way to These nuts Your a rich girl far from skeezer I'm playing at the mall with your Visa You wanna swang with K-Swinger (When the West is in the houseoh my God! danger) But take a hit you'll live But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff give Now i see you giggling But all I wanna see is ass wiggling and titties jiggling So what you wanna do? Don't go chasing waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls your use to Go ahead and take a big lick Cause girls look so good on the end of My dick That right is it tight? I know you ain't a dike What type of nigga do you like? Bitch! (chorus) (chorus II) Bitch I'm from the wild, wild west Can't you tell buy the "S" on my chest We got hoes for days Plus we claiming no stress no mothafuckin' dress (chorus) (chorus II) Do you like criminals? |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
[Ice Cube]
I am getting dizzy as the world keeps spinnin like a Frisbee Gangsta's and girls make the world twirl No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration 30 years is what I'm facing But give me 7 seas and 11 gees I make enough cheese to bring wall street to its knees Nigga please I got enough guns To fill the empire state building full of 1's Go to school is what you tell us But nigga's in school is scared of the Good fellas We got the Yayo you can just say no But nobody makes a fucking move until I say so That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be Kids when you grow up who the fuck you want to be? Like me ya black superhero Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya Because it ain't no trivia about my house in West Bolivia Blew the jury a kiss they rather dismiss Them swim the big fish You fucking guppies! [Chorus] Gangsta's make the world go round [W.C.] Not just sagging waving my flag and never will I ease up nigga So stop asking see I was taught as a tiny loc on the set its all About the pussy and money fuck the rest nigga this tech is quicker To collect when I'm seeking all the jewelry and the money so miss Me with that preaching teaching fuck all that bullshit I want to Slang yea like Noriaga sit back watch my paper collect like the I.R.S. as I kick it with 50 bitches all on my dick just like the President & like the police I want a gang of killers all on my Side that's down to lie more crooked that St. Ides rip ride on my Behalf as I call shots as if I was Saddaam Hussein Jacking mother- fuckers for Dana Danes hated by many bit I don't care because I Rather be feared than loved with a pocket full of dubs because Gangsta gangsta's make the world go round & if you want a piece Then you best to be down so quit chastising me analzing me &like the escorts look over your sholder nigga its Plain to see crooked ass cowards [Chorus] [Mack 10] 360 degrees like my D's the world be spinning Nigga's been sinning since the beginning History's a trip so I peep when I am reading Nigga's probably grew weed in the garden of Eden Before big balling sex cars and loot Its like bitches been scandalous biting forbidden fruit But gangster's don't deal with that shit, on the Westside And since they regulating hoes I roll with the Best side So check it as my lifetime is ticking Coming up strong licking and flipping chickens Need cheese in amounts of G's I gave up sports to slang Key's But blamed it on my Knees Make sure I got what I need To make your order Everything to baggies triple beams to jugs for my water Like a snitch life's a bitch a world full of drama Drug paraphernalia being found by my momma Trauma brings the sad song on your way to killer king nigga So now I stand with heat in my hand for my whole life span Cause evil lurks the land Plus I got a packet with this gang-bang jacket Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted Fo sho One-0 got the ups on these prankstas While the world keep twisting as a Westside Gangsta For life nigga [Chorus] |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
[Intro:] [Ice Cube] (Westsiiiiide!) Hoo-Bangin' on the transformers These trick-ass niggas quick to tuck they tail But fuck that... you know how we git... (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [Ice Cube] It's the don go let'em know Unwettable, ahh.. big fish incredible Hoo-Bangin' on the white collars got a pile of dollars Still rollin' Impalas I'm bombin' on Common Sense Chicago is mine nigga hit the fence Intense kingpin nigga worldwide And I bring sin when I wanna hoo-ride Who died and who applied the pressure Show me 3 niggas that's fresher Westside Connect Gang oh yeah we talkin' shit Nigga do you know who you fuckin' wit? [Ice Cube] Ice Cube is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] [Mack 10] It's Mack 10 fool that nigga with heaters Gauges revolvers techs and millimeters You know how we hoo-ride when we collide Niggas run but they can't hide Cause its world wide (Inglewooooooooooood!!) I'm jackin' and lickin niggas thats straight trippin' Square ass niggas can't tell a ounce from a chicken I fill you full of lead and I take you Big heads So nigga watch how ya talkin' I'm still chicken hawkin So hit the deck punk don't move my tech is bigger And you'll be dead if I pull this trigger So where the safe at I want the loot and the cavey Yo money or yo life so punk act like you savey [Ice Cube] Mack 10 is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] -acap |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
Tha Next Muthafuckaz Go By Tha Name Of Cypress Hill ( K All Day )
Ice Cube: Every Few Yearz Nigguz Think They can Deal Wit Tha Real, Now I Gotz To Fuck Cypress Hill I Got A Vocie You Can Fell, I Drink A Beer And Bust A Rap And Thatz Tha End Of Ya Carrer, You Fuckin Bitchez Never Seen A Hood High Powered Like Tha West Side Connection Slide Though My Tec, I Got Em Soon As I Spot Them I'm Dumpin Gotz To Treat These Bitch Azz Niggaz Like They Stole Some Thing, I See You Wit A Joint, You Must Be Smokin That Shit To Much Got ya Bitch Azz Touched, Sen Dogg You can't Rap From Tha Gutz And B Real Soundin Like He Got Baby Nutz, I Don't Know Why You Think Ya Slick, I Don't Know What Rapper Down Wit ya Click, I Don't Know 1 Bitch On Ya Dick, And i Don't Know 1 Nigga Bumpin Ya Shit. I Here You Clamin South Central But Y'all Hoez From South Gate, Comin Wit A Vocie High Pitched B Real Ain't Nuttin But A Bitch Mack 10: We'll Itz Tha Hip-hop Hippy Startin Shit, Now I'm Rollin up Cypress Hill Lettin Then Niggas Have It, Got These Wanna B Thugs Up Load My Slugz Up hey, Yo Back Up Q-Ball We Passed That Bitch Muggs Up, Pull Over And Let me Out And Let me Show Thiz White Boy What That Westside Connection Like. Boo Ya Boo Ya From Tha Gaude Has I Split Them. Tha Buck Shotz Spray And Make The Lay As I hit Them ( Uhhh ). 1 Down 2 To Go Hand Me Tha Fo' Fo' Let Me Get My Ride On Get My Murder On, B Real Wish He Could Be Me Coz He Know He Can't C Me ( Biiiiiitch! ) You Should Have Known You Can't C A Real Hog, Coz I'm A Real Dogg, You Bustaz Wanna C Me But You Bustaz Can't Coz I'm ACE Homie Wit Americaz Most, Nigga Miss Me I'm Used To A Hoe Tryin To Kiss Me, Now What Gave Ya Bitch Ass A Nuff Heart To Diss Me? Ya Gonna Come Up Missin And Sen Dogg So Wack He Ain't Even Worth Diss'in, ( hahaha ), You Niggas Need To Listen, On Every Thing I Luv My Heat And A Dub, Fuck Rappin Fuck Fighting I Make A Bloody Glove, Itz One O And Fo' Sho' Kill You Pussy Can't Touch My Skill, Coz i'm Tha King Of Tha Hill! Ice Cube: Every Body In Ghetto Know What Your Doin, 1 White Boy And 2 Fuckin Cubins Clamin That Your Locco But You Ain't Mexican,Fuckin Wit Tha Hoggs, You Say You Bloodz, But You Wish You Were A Dogg Fool. Go On Tour And Only Rap To Tha Yupies Meet A Big Fish And i'll Make A Dish Out You Fuckin Guppies, So Who Y'all Wit? Niggaz Down Wit Cypress Can Wipe This Shit Off My Dick, Has I Stick It Like King Kong And Ping Pong Wit Thiz Fake Azz Chese And Cong, Did You Tell Ya Momma That I Had To Help ya When Sen Dogg Left Ya Bitch Azz. a Say That I Took Ya Hook? It Must be Tha White Boy Think All Niggas Steal. Now What You hip-hop Hippys U Fuckin Junkies And Thinkin Ya Gonna Punk Me And Chill And Deal Wit Tha Fact That You Ain't Got Enuff Steal, To Deal Wit (chorus) Mack 10: Ice Cube Could You Pass Me Tha Steal, ( Ice Cube ) For Real? ( Mack 10) I'm Tha King Of Tha Hill (4x |
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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 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 Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
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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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
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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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
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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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
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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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
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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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
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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from Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
[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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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 - 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 Mack 10 - Based On A True Story (2003)
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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)
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 Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
Tick tock around the clock for the rock ya come see me Just knock at the door I'll grant your wish like a genie Strait out to get paid stack the loot that I made Been slangin' dope out my mammas' house since the 10th grade Never tried it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter Used to hang with drive by shooters Stickem up for Honda scooters Never was a schollar make you throw yo hands and holla Wolla went to Jr. high slangin' joints fo a dollar Finger waves was the new fad so they spoted a due rags Niggas got dumped on fo the red or blue rags Down with the G's so them niggas never serve me Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey Painter pants cuffed so I fixit on my biscuits Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I'll keep it twisted It's that niggarunnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow And everywhere I go it's a must I keep it ghetto Chorus: X2 [Ice Cube] Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars [Mack 10] Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways ""Choose one"" ""1 2 3 4 hit it!"" (X2) [Mack 10] 247 on a 211 fresh out the county I hunt like a bounty >From 10 to midnight make sure my shit tight Map out the lick right so that I hit right I strike to stay alive to be exact need a sack Can't hack this monkey on my back So I shot it now you plot it I got it Exotic to erotic money ho's to narcotics No preachin' knowledge of self or religion I'm too busy raisin' pitbulls and pigeons Put the hustle down steady for the summer I'm ready way tighter got two birds and a rider But I'm out fo mo ni |
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from Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
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 |
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from Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
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 |
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from Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
Hey, hey, hey, baby, check it out
I'm K-Dee an' that's my nigga, Mack 10 over there Now he gotta be cooler than the nigga that you sittin' with So pump yo' brakes 'cause here comes the G, Foe Life That's right, uh, what the fuck you smilin' at? Right It's that nigga, Westside swingin' Heat, I'm bringin' like I'm bangin', slangin', khakis hangin' Took the script an' 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 flow, show with my bitch an' my lolo 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 an' back On all gold, hundred spoke D's when I skis Nigga, please, wannabe 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 Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride Feelin' 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 Scandal hard to handle them dookie braids an' sandals That's how I like it, hike it, touchdown, then spike it Then pipe it so tough, they can't gripe it, right 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 Yeah, I wanna say what's up to all my deceased homeboys From the West an' Eastside, didn't make it to see this rap Oh yeah, it's still Mack 10, Foe Life Puttin' it down like this here Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's 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 an' I'm rollin' Controllin' the 'hood, guns about a boat swollen Back arms tatted, so tweed can get gatted Cavi, water, weed or speed, what you need? 'Cause I have it So come through, run through an' uhh, smell the vapors Won't be no set trip if it's all about paper Down with the Lynch Mob, I can't go wrong Well known an' it's on bankin' corners in my Brougham Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's Mack 10, Westside, Foe Life an' we out |
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from Mack 10 - Mack 10 (2003)
Gangsta's don't dance we boogie Usually always down for the come up late nite to sun up 365 look out I took out niggaz foe they loot When I drive by I shoot Blast their ass smoke the spot like a genie Many niggaz want to be one but they don't want to see me MACK the renegade rap rebel ghetto livin unforgivin I've been driven psycho I just might go BUCK BUCK BUCK Wild do it right keep it tight So I sight busters in the scope, no hope Cut short by the cutthroat, I make heads flaot Cause I'm dope as caviar, by far nigagz from the Inglewood to the Compton car In my click crooked legit SHIT you can't FUCK wit Fool like B.G. I'm brung up down To kick dust hit you up then I bust nigga MACK 10's THE NAME (I heard the name in 99 different places) MACK 10's THE NAME (The name's Mack 10, and I live Inglewood) Up jumped the boogie bang bang, when I dump give ya hell When the shells kick out the riot pump When I jerk it, klack klack work it Easy if it's greasy One time had to pull they straps to freeze me Elite on my feet, if I don't see heat I slang boulder, I soldiers, the west side streets Down for the do low know, crazy that as gets The gangsta SHIT don't quit Much more bounc to the ounce, slippedy slide Let Me Ride on these niggaz, check em nine double-m fully tech em Straight up gun play one way, rat-a-tat-tat em Buck red hot ones at em, aim at em, flame at pop-um Till me drop em kill or be killed so I keep my clip filled When I ball, whatta HELL, it's my everyday behavior Khakis, Slingshot, and Chuck Taylors MACK 10's THE NAME (I heard the name in 99 different places) MACK 10's THE NAME (The name's MACK 10 and I live Inglewood |
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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... |
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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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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 - 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 - The Recipe (2003) | |||||
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