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from Friday (1995)
(I'm gonna get you high today)
Relax facin, facin mind-bogglin hallucinations Easy does it til the skull get your lungs full Take a deep ???, sit back cos Mack got that bu-yow shit that get'cha higher than wick-wack Is hard as stone alone, it's always on Never home-grown totin cos the streets made me potent Down since '84 now live for '95 Got it swingin while some niggas bangin, I'm dope slangin for my everyday expenses, know the consequences The bigger the sack, the bigger the sentence No time for repentance, put it down count the stripes that I tally Runnin backstreets and alleys thru Inglewood, Cali So back the fuck up, don't act the fuck up Never slip from the hit Triple-six in the clip when I trip So busters beware, never dare to have quams with that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs Take a hit Chorus: Can you feel it nigga? Nothin can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit *repeat* Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic TAADOW! New Jackin got it crackin like Nino's Stackin like casinos, bomb like the primos Make your crack dough black, attack like karate Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body leave ya numb, redrum, slug like a Dodger Nothin bomber than this Westside ghetto ganga Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop And it don't stop, I can't stop Mack 10 and it won't stop So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today) Shiit! (I'm gonn get you high today) Shiit! Chorus Got that one-hitter quitter shit so take a whiff Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late night shift Get my drift? Had it sewed up ever since I showed up Cookin up boulders, got a crew fulla soldiers claimin B's, claimin C's, everybody Gs Went from laces to Deez, from mo' C's to ki's What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin like your sane, I sippin, funky germ dippin Make you tweak, lose sleep, I creep like a phantom Ran em then I win em, all up in em like venom Got the lotions, slow motion, hit the magic potion Don't panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out Hides behind a stockin while the bomb's tick-tockin Keep rockin and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it Take a hit Chorus x2 |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
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 (1996)
(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 (1996)
(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 (1996)
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 (1996)
(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 (1996)
Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Niggas go out and get your cookies Gangstas don't dance we boogie Stay the fuck away from the rookies |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
[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 (1996)
[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 (1996)
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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[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 The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up) (Oh yeah) World wide, west side Yo Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker) (Nothing but the cavi) Hey, Daz (Sup) Check this out, dog [Mack 10] Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be [Dat Nigga Daz] It ain't no questions asked You down to blast for me? Down to ride for me? Down to die for me? I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub [Kurupt] We in the war zone, Where the war's on Where ya gun, nigga? Show em where you're from, nigga Riding-ass young nigga Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force He's out to catch a body Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party Now he's walking around smarter Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something [Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}] Fuck you over there (Party over here) {And if you want to trip, we got the straps near} Cause niggas like us do platinum every year (And if I ruled this sphere) {Your shit'd disappear} Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave em all around like ya just don't care We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi [Mack 10] I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle And everything I make, fuck around and be a single From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked [Dat Nigga Daz] I'll be god damned I'm in it for a meal ticket And the goal's successful I don't know who to prove a show Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back Y'all don't know us like that, Where the gang-banger's hang at They "Daz, are you a rider?" I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!" From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood On a cash mission bailing hood to hood [Kurupt] Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice, I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice Forever in the day Say what you say On the mic I display, Philly to L.A. I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back, It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash When you're in the neighborhood of assassins What you say? [Chorus] [Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)] What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) All day night, and all night long When you wake up in the morning And you start to yawn All day night, and all night long See'mon, see'mon (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick It might make ya rich Bitch) Death Row |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
[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 The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
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 The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
(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 The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
<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 Romeo Must Die (로미오 머스트 다이) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2000)
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1 - [Comrades] This is for my thugs Quick to throw slugs Never was, push and shove Gang bangin' drug dealers Hoo-bangin' mug {niggaz Penitentiary love {niggaz Repeat 1 [Mack 10] I was raised Q-S'ing, shootin' through your vest and Quick to redrum and hit water when I'm stressing Was set, and if I don't, they know who done it Cuz out of bound {niggaz, they get killed on the 400 Killa ki's off blood, no debatin' or contemplatin' I got a stock 64 that's waitin' on these Dayton's So trip if ya wanna, catch ya slippin', you'se a goner And respect the street signs next time you're bankin' corners [Comrades] Do what I say once, don't make me say it twice Just give me what I want and everything'll be alright I'm gettin' it while the gettin' is good And if you was in my shoes, I know that you would I got expensive habits, I'm buyin' bud by the pound Since dub S-C D, everybody wanna be down We hoo-bangin' on the white and the blue collars We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars Woo woo, blue flag tied on my face In a twin turbo Porche with a glock in my waste Woo woo, if it's a problem we gon' squeeze 'til empty We used to flip it on T, but now we flip it on ? Woo woo, ain't no {nigga harder than me Hit the yard harder than me, got the yay harder than me Woo woo, thug {niggaz rule the earth We on The Source in Dickies throwin' up the turf Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Mack 10] I know how to do things one way, and that's illegal Pullin' two ? and murders out a primed gray Regal I was taught to get in and out, do what I do fast Sigh, call up that {bitch dog, and hit rub on they ass Next week I'm in Vegas like Dan Tanna, and I Wipe my finger prints off with my bandana Make sure it's all clean, then fled the scene I keep it cold blooded, mean And do it all for the green [Comrades] ?? system, mine's control Pockets on swole and I'm fresh off parole It ain't no limit to my mashin' I got weed, caviar, and money in my stash And laughin', blastin' wit my foot on the gas And movin' fast and it's all about the cash And havin' cheddar, with that 23rd letter Nobody do it better, you know better, you do better {nigga Get around in the penitentiary Born in, drinkin' Hennessy (cousin) But he no kin to me (cousin) But he friend to me Down since elementary, with {niggaz with tattoos Kidnapped moves and jack moves, crack rules In the urban area, servin' crackers with ready rock Bassheads plague in every spot cuz it's very hot In the ghetto, we're wetter, we're rockin' Karate like Mister Miaki Afford Gionni Versace, and wide bodies with the V's on 'em Chromes with G's on 'em, she's on the left cuz he's on 'em Some say that I'm loc'd and I'm wild Because I made my bread with coke and a smile I ain't loc'd in a while I'm hittin' corners in heels and caronas Squeezin' lime inside of Carona's with Ramona from Arizona And I'm smokin' on a ??, paid in the worst way Real {niggaz spill a little liquor to the dirt man Repeat 1 Repeat 1 |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
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Get your ass and hurra Uh Ice Cube baby Ninety nine baby I'm on the grind baby All the time baby Show me something You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Tic tic boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin Blackstreet fiending like an athlete Life ain't a track meet no It's a marathon Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on We be clubbing till the day we die Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie But if you think we high nigga think again Cause when it's sink or swim You got to think to win And if I drink this here Everybody will know it Cause I ain't going for it So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out Cuss out and bust out Go to nigga raveling Make the clip traveling uh You can try to smoke an ounce to this While I pronounce this shit Baby bounce them tits Mama move them hips Baby shake them cheeks I got dick for days You got ass for weeks yeah yeah Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones The thug ones relatives and my cousins And I got em by the dozen When they buzzin quick to say fuck your husband This is for my niggas locked away Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe Fuck them license plates because life is great It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it I do hard core rhyming hard time grinding With will I pimp hoes Other niggas wine and dine them Gotta love this pup shit Passing the mud shit Pockets on flood shit OG lyrical blood shit I don't rent I buy shit Niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you're rooting and recruiting Nigga 68 whooping I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping I come from padres gold in oversized jars I past up strife and got star awards No time for playa hating Mack paper chasing Came out the substation to the hip hop nation The mo hits the mo bigga with illegal weight figga Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it I keep pushing don't quit it Don't stop till I get it Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your ass into it We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication Yeah uh huh Ice Cube Westside Connection Know how we do We puttin it down constantly constantly Get your ass up and hurra |
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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
[eiht]
Geah Thug shit, nigga G's in the y-2-k Hey, what can I say? (geah) Hoo-bangin's official, nigga And right now we gon' do some of that thug shit for that ass (killa) Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil shit (west side!) Check it out [eiht] Feel a little gust of wind so I jet This real nigga dwells from compton, no shit Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales County bus rolls through - niggas trips to jail What the hell won't trade it, high class can't fade it Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it Y'all niggas hate to get a dubs and rocks Land of the green weed and cars that ? ? ? ? hops Don't stop - packin' my heat and beretta Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!) It's a done deal when I hit you run way Y'all niggas must be gay, smilin' and shakin' How this bitch greed shakin' up money, we keep mention Never fakin' the funk, punk, I pops the trunk 4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah Till I die nuthin' but makin' cheese Till I die tryin' to come up on ki's Till I die nuthin' but guns and weed Till I die givin' you just what you need [eiht] Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled Front line nigga for dollars is my nigga But I'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers Till my dying day I lay away Till my very last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay Guilty conscience? never me! Last night nigga done caught a felony Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc! Shake down cause these niggas f**kin' with yours Get in where you fit in even if it's a back door Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the scope? Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, I want more Lock down for me on the bus downtown Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah Chorus... [mack 10] Till I die is gon' be h double o B-a-n-g-i-n fo' sho' Niggas never thought that they would ever see me With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the c-p-t We be kickin' in do's, sweevin' 4-4's Shovin' 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0's So as the clock tickin' - and the plot thickens We be juggin' up sherman - and rockin' up chicken (what you need, nigga? ) Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch And bust on the muthaf**kin' neighborhood watch My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 rover I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all over I take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servin' Me and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin' Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, nigga Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die,nigga Chorus... |
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from Mack 10 - The (Enhanced Cd) Paper Route (2000)
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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 Mack 10 - The (Enhanced Cd) Paper Route (2000)
[Ice Cube]
Tha weekend All you freak hoe's freaking Me and Mack 10 baby come on in Tha weekend This shit got you tweaking Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? It's tha weekend All you freak hoe's freaking Me and Mack 10 baby come on in Tha weekend This shit got you tweaking Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? It's tha weekend [Mack 10] Yo, I'm looking for tha weekend The weed got me tweaking Plus the sticky green got the whole room leaking I make the kind of shit that get a freak hoe freaking So pump the bass and check my mic level when I'm speaking And to you haters out there I see you peeking So I keep a glock and leave your punk ass leaking I hear you creeping, even when you're sneaking Gimme a reason, if it's on then I'm squeezing It's tha weekend! [Techniec] In the streets, ain't enough ghetto for me So bad I gotta lug the heavy metal with me Don't hang out on your block, I got plans to bubble Only time you seeing Tech is when I'm causing trouble Weekend, get my cheque, I'm flossing double Out the house, running game like I'm off the huddle Wonder how tough my ride? Man, niggers cuff they bride And come home from work three, stuck outside Chorus: [Ice Cube] It's tha weekend This gat got you leaking For speaking out of turn, nigga got to burn Make em squirm, watch em do the funky worm You got to learn, every fucking thing you earn Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend You can't fuck with weed spin Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend You can't fuck with weed spin [Mack 10] I'm a hoo-bangin' rider, retaliator till I'm leaving |
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from Mack 10 - The (Enhanced Cd) Paper Route (2000)
Get money T-Boz, Mack 10 Millennium Bonnie & Clyde We hoo bangin' and hoo ridin' What? I was raised in the hood so what the heck So I represent the Wood and get respect Catch me in the club parlayin' Taking flicks with about hundred different 'certs Up in my mix I never knew nothin' but the hustle I was able to deal What they call the root of evil Got me living on the hills Still rollin' chrome boy, it's on boy You can take the boy out the hood But not the hood out the homeboy When I walked into the place Everybody could read my face I am the illest bitch inside Swing low, now let me ride Playa, playa did I mention please Have you sick down to your knees Think you're good enought to tap, please Now sing the ladies, hey Rollin' through the hood and it feels alright Picking any fella that I want tonight And if I feel like it, I just might Cause I know, I know I'm tight, to def I step to the flyest guy Look him dead ass in his eye Check myself cause I know I'm fly No need to ask me why If you pull out I just might Don't front or believe the hype I come real, ain't the average type Dut-dut-duta-dut, duta-dut You haters is trife You wish you had my life Living in a three point somethin' with an R&B wife I take care of my crew Just ask my boo Cause if I buy me some ice Then I lace her too My peak position on the charts is always one And I never leave the house without packing a gun Remember me back in my youth But in case you missed it Don't mess around and get done Gettin' this rap stuff twisted Mack got NBA figures like I'm hoopin' You can catch me rag 'rari scoopin' Or either Bentley Coupin' You need to check your girl partna She just blew me a kiss Look at her jockin' the ice around my neck and my wrist Her friend came up to me and said I didn't want to stare but it's like a hood rat dream To get to braid your hair I said keep it real shorty it just ain't the brains alone It's that whole thug mentality that turns you on Now ain't it? Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def (Huh? Talk about it be about it) Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def (You know what they say, steady long, steady wrong) Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def |
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from Mack 10 - The Paper Route (2000)
[Mack 10]
Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto Turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pro's Triple O.G.'s with the hot six fo's Go fast ballers, bangin six gears Three time felons with the tattooed tears For all the homies out there that cook it up good Distributin so up they project a neighborhood Whether it's Peruvian or Ghetto D Won't you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me I'm from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers Puttin down thousands till there ain't nothin left cause real street riders, let em roll to the death I like fly shit so I scramble for the pay Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anyday Was down with the truce in nine-deuce though I looted It's the Y2K and i'm still khacki-suited, what you thought? Chorus: Mack 10 From the streets, from the streets, from the streets Tell em where I'm from! From the streets I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come [Mack 10] I'm like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise for haters that resent me, they jealous evidently cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley But hustlas like me, just stay to the grind Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine I ain't worried about you busters, we ain't scared to kill I was beastin before rap, I'm a street nia for real So check my resume and tell me what it say I'm the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b.g. Now I'm eight figures up, and when you see me it's TV-a |
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from Mack 10 - The Paper Route (2000)
[Ice Cube]
Tha weekend All you freak hoe's freaking Me and Mack 10 baby come on in Tha weekend This shit got you tweaking Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? It's tha weekend All you freak hoe's freaking Me and Mack 10 baby come on in Tha weekend This shit got you tweaking Who tha fuck wanna steal what they got? It's tha weekend [Mack 10] Yo, I'm looking for tha weekend The weed got me tweaking Plus the sticky green got the whole room leaking I make the kind of shit that get a freak hoe freaking So pump the bass and check my mic level when I'm speaking And to you haters out there I see you peeking So I keep a glock and leave your punk ass leaking I hear you creeping, even when you're sneaking Gimme a reason, if it's on then I'm squeezing It's tha weekend! [Techniec] In the streets, ain't enough ghetto for me So bad I gotta lug the heavy metal with me Don't hang out on your block, I got plans to bubble Only time you seeing Tech is when I'm causing trouble Weekend, get my cheque, I'm flossing double Out the house, running game like I'm off the huddle Wonder how tough my ride? Man, niggers cuff they bride And come home from work three, stuck outside Chorus: [Ice Cube] It's tha weekend This gat got you leaking For speaking out of turn, nigga got to burn Make em squirm, watch em do the funky worm You got to learn, every fucking thing you earn Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend You can't fuck with weed spin Tha weekend, tha weekend, tha weekend You can't fuck with weed spin [Mack 10] I'm a hoo-bangin' rider, retaliator till I'm leaving |
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from Mack 10 - The Paper Route (2000)
Get money T-Boz, Mack 10 Millennium Bonnie & Clyde We hoo bangin' and hoo ridin' What? I was raised in the hood so what the heck So I represent the Wood and get respect Catch me in the club parlayin' Taking flicks with about hundred different 'certs Up in my mix I never knew nothin' but the hustle I was able to deal What they call the root of evil Got me living on the hills Still rollin' chrome boy, it's on boy You can take the boy out the hood But not the hood out the homeboy When I walked into the place Everybody could read my face I am the illest bitch inside Swing low, now let me ride Playa, playa did I mention please Have you sick down to your knees Think you're good enought to tap, please Now sing the ladies, hey Rollin' through the hood and it feels alright Picking any fella that I want tonight And if I feel like it, I just might Cause I know, I know I'm tight, to def I step to the flyest guy Look him dead ass in his eye Check myself cause I know I'm fly No need to ask me why If you pull out I just might Don't front or believe the hype I come real, ain't the average type Dut-dut-duta-dut, duta-dut You haters is trife You wish you had my life Living in a three point somethin' with an R&B wife I take care of my crew Just ask my boo Cause if I buy me some ice Then I lace her too My peak position on the charts is always one And I never leave the house without packing a gun Remember me back in my youth But in case you missed it Don't mess around and get done Gettin' this rap stuff twisted Mack got NBA figures like I'm hoopin' You can catch me rag 'rari scoopin' Or either Bentley Coupin' You need to check your girl partna She just blew me a kiss Look at her jockin' the ice around my neck and my wrist Her friend came up to me and said I didn't want to stare but it's like a hood rat dream To get to braid your hair I said keep it real shorty it just ain't the brains alone It's that whole thug mentality that turns you on Now ain't it? Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def (Huh? Talk about it be about it) Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def (You know what they say, steady long, steady wrong) Hustle right to there ain't nothing left And keep it tight to def |
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Cash $ Millionaires)
[Verse 1: Baby] Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six But I'm the bird man nigga, need to score some shit I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders and bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood My Lil' Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin Just bought a new six with bra-less kit Put me on the floor two nines in my hip The reason the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit Got a old and young bitch that'll take that trick Hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip Gave my nigga ???? car go break them bricks Go flood that magnoila cause I want that bitch KC take this glock, make will of the spot Tanto, Tito and Wap ya'll hug the block And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop [Hook: Juvenile & Lil' Wayne] [Juve] You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and serve it And I keep it real, and I play the field And I know when to deal, and I know when to kill [Wayne] And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums You could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer [Verse 2: Turk] Look Nigga know that I got that work So he plottin' and watchin' try to see when I'm gone So he could break in my housin I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im think I'm out of town I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round I'll be there pick me up from the port On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm goin to score Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a bag half a gram for 100 This nigga just don't know I'm on top of my game Should have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine That I'ma get that nigga Turk So I got to bust his brains Cause if I let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again So I gotta handle that mind get rid of the bitch quick Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt Jack who, take what, from who, not me Get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streets Hook [Verse 3: Mack 10] From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin' Sherm smokin, crack, sellin' Blood and Cripp walkin Mack One-0's the name nigga Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and West Side Who Bang is the game nigga Recognize a G in me, off top we wig-splitters Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' niggas check it I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me I fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with them south niggas U know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas Mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung related I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided From the feet up G'd up is my everyday behavior A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor's The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night Mack is to much of a rider I could never be a sucker I'ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker Hook |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go! Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage And out the gararge, is the Bentley Onage With the brains blowed out, so is the suns beeming I got a jacket drooming and the hoes feeming Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big squeels, big wheels, big pipes [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Twenty-inches row - going get these hoes Pinky hoes - when I roll with my negros Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it Speak about it, not bitch I'ma be about it Who want some of this, West running this Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch She's a dummy bitch - with a money pit? You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this [Verse 3: W.C.] What that connect nigga like three times selling Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich roll delling Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo' fingas up Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed Chevy Nash and dippin at ass and king of the zaggin Fo'-fo' macking and coat tacking Dub the hood and I'm in blue friend at 'em Front up the club, I'm duolete, do for talk and mack 'em trick [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes And rolling on fools on them fo's Flossing 'em chain, we doing big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the way us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch it as it unfolds Bitches on suck us done so cold Ahhh! this is the life we chose [Verse 4: Mack 10] Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it And all I know is streets is how I spit it Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it So if ya hood come up |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
Do the damn thang! Ya dun-da-dunts! ..
[repeat ";Do the damn thang"; in background of intro] [talking] In the west, they do the damn thang.. In the east, they do the damn thang.. In the south, they do the damn thang.. In the north, they do the damn thang.. The whole world, do the damn thang.. [Mack 10] I do the damn thang, I let my nuts hang And of course I'ma Inglewood swang (swang..) Off the top - fuck cops! Rollin through the hood in an ol' school drop Six fo's - pimp those Hoes after shows with the SWAT meet cothes Low-ride - Wessyde! And all bitch-ass niggaz betta hide Big wheels - ex-peels I sign nuttin but eight-figure deals Shoot blocks - sell rocks Mack 10 got the block on lock (do the damn thang) Crack bitches - get riches Stay gangsta and FUCK all snitchas Bust nines - flatlines Killa Cali riders and gang signs [Chorus] Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wha?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wh-wha?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wha?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (who?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (who?) Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. *vocal scratching* [Mack 10] Long braids - bandanas (long braids) Three mil' on a house in Atlanta (hot man) Test coupes - triple beams And keep work for the neighborhood fiends Starched khakis - red chucks (get your walk on) Red everythang, cars and trucks (gon' do it like that?) Yes y'all and - big ballin Shut the town down nigga, shot callin Fo' life - with stripes (AH-HA!) CMR keep it crackin all night (see that) Dominoes - dice games G'd up and I got hood fame Westside - platinum chai |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[B.G.]
Look here my nigga; it's for your own motherfuckin' good You wanna keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods If you a stranger caught anywhere in my hood How you get left, the only thing people can say is "Ughh" I been know for reignin' choppers, bluka-bluka Been stankin' baller blockers and duckin' coppers Got a holla, from my nigga Mack 10-sion An told me to meet him at LA X and its 'bout some business I flauge in, he tellin' me some busta trippin' Please let your lil' dog pay this cat a visit Fuck wit the O.G. and B.G. get busy Make sure his days livin', cut to a minimum I speak this shit 'cause I mean it my nigga I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my nigga A lot of niggas don't walk it, and talk about it But this nigga B.G. gon' be dog about it [Chorus B.G.] Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame I'm a dog nigga, and I'ma walk that walk and talk that talk nigga [Mack 10] Nigga I'm 'bout Sherm' smokin' and trigga chokin' And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin' blood soakin' Don't doubt it, it's C.M.R so I shout it Like navigation, I map it out, route it then be a dog about I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo That's all Hoo-Bang did, homies above, everything else I love Say B.G. you need a hundred stack from Mack You'll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack But firsts things first, find him, hit' em wit the tool-acapo |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
Intro
You can hear it bumpin' through the door, There's a party jumpin' on the floor, And the way it soundin' there is no doubt, That the west coast is in yo' moooouuuttthh. Verse 1: It's all gravy, petty cash never phase me So pull me a shot of 'gnac & purple haze me I'm a hustler, gettin' cash like crazy Pork rind pays me work that youll never get cuz your lazy Glock hugga, the hood raised me (Inglewood!) And she wont be happy till she lays me No! you never seem to amaze me So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me My names walkin like a street king Cuz I mixed the hoo-bang thing with the bling-bling A whole lot of haters out there I see But I flip em all of and keep doin' my thing I'm a floss about it with my Inglewood swing Rocked out from my ear down to my pinky ring Now ding-ding let the bell ring and if its drama you want then it drama I bring sing Chorus Verse 2:You know this cash is just small potatoes No names, cuz this is addressed to all the haters From the wood there is none greater Mack the headlinin' and y'all just spectators Remember the "Fo' Life?" i put the 'wood in it And looked out for you when your own hood didn't And plus you forgot who was payin' yo bills Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal For me y'all be piddly rhymin You got the hustle game backwards and nickle and dimin' Both hip-hop classics, I make 'em and got 'em And yo' group ain't been heard of past the bottles I play with 'em on my turf and mingle with my g's And i got one word to say What Please? Chicken walk, y'all ain't nothin but a feather in my wing And all this hatin' mean I'm doin my thing sing Chorus Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all night On Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all night On Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life Verse 3 Now tell me, is it the duece-1's on the Bentley The lowriders that matchin' is that why you resent me? That smile on yo face, and act so friendly Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy Say Bro? What kind of the game is that? You got ways of a dame and how lame is that? Act like a groupie around strange cats And its strange, you don't have any shame in that I got yo car playboy and I ain't trippin' You know me, just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin' Get through by punches, no name and tippin' Let it ride on the Harley, and '64 dippin' Stay real about my screel if you know what I mean I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but green Avoid the haters, and before the party sing Cop the rock from the D R and make the hood dream sing Chorus x2 Mack 1 0 hoo-bangin fo life And i don't quit Take a picture trick Yeah, Take a picture trick It might make you rich Westside Riders! Baby! Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh.... |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
(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 Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[Talking]
Gangsta? (haha!, what?) Mikkey Finest (fa sho') Ah King Pin's Dream Mack 10, Inglewood I'm nigga Mikkey Chi-Town, Birdman [*Laughs*] Listen, Whatcha got nigga?... [Mikkey] I got a trouble find bitches in the kitchen and they cooking it row Realisting feams like stitches with the hooker in they chow Fuck the law, man - I'm known for cooking it row Til the cops just chill - I got something for y'all I got a Bentley and the Hummer and they sittin on 'em daters I got a hot power lawyer with the million retater Douth-South, Westside - man, I own my city Got judges on my pay roll like they own the nigga It's a professional with my game, I ball with the best Birdman, Down-South - Mack 10 out West Fuck with my money, put to put the mack to yo' chest Want war? I take it there - or rather tattooed to there See them Cash Money niggas - how can I iced like 'em Cooking coke from the pill-up, it's got a prices like 'em You know a nigga Whoopise - I got a wife like him You heard a Micheal Jordan right! - I got a life like him I'ma mothafuckin hustla - y'all know the game Chi-Town Mikkey Flow - y'all know my name Game is risky but a nigga rather died the fame and live life - broken hungry out here, cracking for bread [Mikkey (Chorus)] 2x It's a King Pin's Dream - coke and feminines Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams So, busting out the scene - guns, scopes and beems But the thing about it dream - it ain't all watta seem [Mack 10] (yo, yo, yo) When it comes to drugs - these reppers ain't get none but fo' Ohhh square ass nigga and full of brains are sold I Know 'em Feds is on heat but I d |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[Talking]
Mack dime, Scarface (demand the respect) X to tha Z Xzibit [Scarface} I got trouble rhymes to a death the troubled times A double nine incase niggas get out of line And heaven knows that I tried to change But in the mist of trying to be a better man Trouble is all I can seem to see And the fact I know tomorrow isn't promised to me So from this day forth I'll be all I can be My brother turned his back on me Got to be my own man Regardless of what the stakes is I'ma play my own hand And I'm tired of being let down by my so-called friends Regardless to the blood shed ? no tears in the end Father please forgive for I have sinned ? forgive us all But I ain't to blame ? the lunatics wearing my heart And I think I gotta build another wall Cause I don't want the world to see me Cause maybe these demons will try to end me I'm exhausted and my body's sleepy Never the less it's hard to rest ? I'm a nervous wreck I walk with the stress I use to walk around with a vest But now a days I be like ";fuck it dog You fuck with me I gots to fuck with ya'll"; And ";make ends"; is just another word for ";pay back"; Paying you back today for this grudge that I had way back You niggas I grew up with wouldn't play with that I send you bitches to the morgue with holes in your head No remorse ? why you think my niggas taught me to ball? Cause I be walking around in designer suits? In fact these niggas know that I'm the truth Always scandalous ? eye before I shoot For disrespect there is no excuse Calling the choices [Xzibit talking] No respect, respect is respect [Xzibit (chorus)] X! Want a war? Die on Walk the line g |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the do' Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the back Squed up, squed up, fuck y'all {Lil' Wayne} Listen Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do thangs About every car that you name, on twenty-two thangs We likely to have a few drinks, beat up a few lanes Spittin game at a cute thang, make her get a crew brain All the Heinekens in mo' if it ain't dro we don't want it Cut my song on homie, yeah, that squad shit we own it Droopy high come see the future, we livin for the moment Whole sucka on corners, the dance floor up pistols on it And everybody know you fuck up, we killin ya The whole club familia' with my familia Chicken heads Boriquas gon' follow where I go I ain't got nothing for them but a dick and a taco ? And everybody know right where the gat me when they dap ? put yo eyes right when you lap me And I ain't come to sign shit, unless it's a bar tappin I ain't takin no pictures unless I'm palm in ? Where the fuck y'all? {Chorus: Mack 10} Let the thugs in the club, show us love Show us love, let the thugs in the club Let the thugs in the club, show us love Show us love, let the thugs in the club {Mack 10} L.A. let the thugs in the club A-T-L let the thugs in the club Chi-town let the thugs in the club Let the thugs in the club, show us love {B.G.} I like shinin' but dogg I'm in love with thuggin I like clubbin but I get off when I'm beefin and bustin I got a Bentley, Beemeh', Benz, Lex Got a bullet proof Hummer for just creepin on 'sess I got a roley, matter fact bout three or fou' Got a couple of neck pieces |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[Mack 10]
Every time I get my hands on I try to make you dub, with my chips wouldn't stack Than man I wouldn't hustle I'm legal dog - I got the same desert eagle dog When birds fly out of my hands And to my people dog - Ya understand The white man can't fuck with me I Hoo-Bang in the streets Hoo my company Papered up beyond mother fucker's belief A millionaire patrolling the city streets See the flames burning in my eyes mother fucker? Cause if you sleep on it you get these dreams mother fucker I ain't the one like I said, |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[Turk] beef done started nigga, ain't no checking out now I'ma bring it everyday til' I X ya out now see with that guerrilla reppin got ya in two some shit you can't handle so nigga fuck you wanna be gangsta? killer type nigga? betcha money you gonna die tonight nigga ya must don't know who you fucking with lil Turk young and thuggin' and that nigga Mack 10 I'll put your family in it - yeah I plays it raw you'd do it to me so I don't give a fuck I'm a young nigga don't let the age fool ya two-double-O-one thats the ones that'll lose ya nigga find you, I'm on the phone with him what he coming this way? whatch how quick I will split him and when I shoot nigga look shoot to kill call it a murder cause you ain't gonna live [chorus] MURDER Bloody Bloody MURDER MURDER nothing but the killer [Mack 10] I'll make you disappear as if you dissolved my problems solved - its the 44 revolve I squize nigga please nigga shit ya'll could never fuck with none of these niggas you know whats best for you homie? I feel you, I know you want to be hard but just know I'm gonna kill you ya'll on that rah-rah shit fuck around and let me hit that la-la shit now I'm full of that (?) they call angel dust and I ain't the one to be trusting cause I feel like busting I got hot hollows that'll run right throw ya (?) runaway and Turk gonna do you so do the right thing homie ya understood? keep ya flasks tucked in when you come to my hood you would get a pass but I'm over set trippin' got a dome lil daddy cause you shouldn't been slippin' [chorus] MURDER Bloody Bloody MURDER MURDER nothing bu |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
(Baby) hmm-hmm (Mack 10) you reday to tell 'em (Baby) listen tell 'em about you fresh hook 1: (Mickey) we got them things got them brains got a million dollars locked in the stock exchange told the dealer keep the change when i cop the rings we lock the game we got them things verse 1: (Mack 10) i got 30 cars, lived a rich life like a hundred hoes |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[Baby]
(All gravy nigga, fuck) Fuck them niggas cause they bitch made anyway Can't come in tha hood, I hope he got an A-K He crossed tha line, nigga dropped a dime Then he ran to those white folks sayin' I tried I Stunna one of a kind you muthafucka Catch me in tha summer in a rag top hummer Nigga pack yo tools, nigga pay yo dues Been a G about this gangsta shit, it ain't no rules Nigga cook yo food, hard ki's we move Then yo get up on tha stand |
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from Mack 10 - Bang Or Ball (2002)
[Talking]
Nigga wanna hustle Nigga wanna sell dope where we grow up nigga Ride with me and learn something nigga If not - stay away my playground nigga Yeah! - this shit right here is for real hustle niggas Real street niggas - y'all follow me Squared niggas - kick back and listen how is shit really go Uh! [Verse One] Cabbage work hoes goes spoke and pistols Last in getting away hearin whistles Scopin down map gestural back full of chips A hot ass scraps ski mask and two in the clips Scoop on 'em motophone let 'em know it's on I pack use 'em draws homeboy - nigga we goners Beep on 'em Mexican though - we won't work No Baking Soda slides twenty on 'em for the dirt Got 'em - strap on 'em my shell with ducktapes See nervous - while the Greyhouse escpae across Interstate Jumpin up in the friendly scotia down chicken weight For the work show up - and really do - be straight They pull up bread all the lookin flawless us a show dog Twenty bird and rally car like she a mother law Damn! - she'll need no duck the law Bitch got us switch walkin with the work like motherfuck the law [Hook] That's the shit nigga ball fo' How they dope that they wall fo' Jumpin on ' em hoes They floss the hoes We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos With the funk kick - wishin y'all holy copy with those Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out Whole crews anybody sayin we bust used Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's [Verse Two] Now in the N and N.Y. talkin' to why dies with the bitch And some load ki's me insider It's now and never - turn back why should we-acapo |
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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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