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| 2. |
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Verse 1 Mack 10 nutty as they come leave 'em face down and numb from the waist down It's a Sunday a gun day rollin' down a one way in my 'lac front and back over train tracks On yak and herb nigga swerve it get's on my nerves banked my Danas on the curb In the gutta lane I'm butta man Foot to the flo' what you want from the sto' I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her but niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker Fool I'ma vet you can bet that I can dance underwater and not get wet It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap everybody run when I bust a cap puttin' Inglewood up on the map look at what I do when I pull my strap Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down Chorus Foe life foe life Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes (Repeat) Verse 2 Khacki suit ski mask is my attire with my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire Fool where ya keep the rims and tires 'fo yo' life expires I'm as nutty as Michael Myers Didn't think about the Rottweiler a lot of stiches in the ass blood in the Impala Sittin' in the County with a gold record Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked caught with a contraband in my hand Mack 10 take the stand your Honor I'ma changed man so please let me go so I can flow Got a show had to ask my P.O. can I go and if he say no I'ma have to say bitch get out the car slow and leave ya fuckin' dough 'cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl Chorus Verse 3 Call 911 there's a son of a bitch on the roof yarned up in his birthday suit (Mack 10 to the rescue) my momma wanna know why I do what I do 'cause I'm superman superbad supermad superfly fool you can die There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on and I'm at home sewing stripes on Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway 'bout to buck you down with this throw away with no serial number it's the summer where niggas die It's hotter than July You better stay low fo' you get a halo plus wings and a gown when I come around So take 10 paces and try to guess the color of my shoelaces Chorus with ad libs 'til end |
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| 3:56 |
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On a high speed chase they recognize my plates Wanted for a 187 in three states Got my glock cock mind is ill mental Blastin' at one time through my back window shit Sick individual murder was my ritual Mashin' in a hard top four all original Bout a dozen of cops all behind me Mad as fuck cause Ice Cube is my crimey Like a missile launch led from my pistol Jumpin' hills like the streets of San Francisco Hard tryin' to stump him, reload my dumper Hit the ground, lost my hubcaps and my back bumper A hundred and ten, Westbound on the freeway Bo guardin' traffic cause I do shit the G way Hard to survive, lit up a 45 No alive instead Mack 10 wanted dead And it's on, stick to the fire, loop get me high Drop the four in low, as I smoke the back tires Peddle to the floor in a bucket low low One time trailin', hittin' corners, fish tailin' I continue to cap as the gap starts to pull again Mashin' through Fullerton, a all points bulletin Wigs get pilled, nigga, runnin' from the kill Bugs flyin' into my grill and windshield Never see trial, say fck tryin' to stretch me Mack 10 a fuckin' dead man if they catch me Stompin' through red lights, no headlights on my vehicle 5150 is my penal code I empty the clips when I carry'em, aimin' to bury'em Nigga fresh out the sanitarium LAPD tryin' to blow off my beanie Want the whole world to see me Put my face on TV, for real Fuck this shit, if they catch me I'ma goner Runnin' for my life, I continue to hit corners With my heat, 50 rounds deep Nigga, goin' down, holdin' trial in the street, fuck it If it's on like that It's about who's nuts is fat And who's straightest with they gat, for real That's how it be, livin' like a G It's better them than me facin' strike number three Heel no, I can't fuck with the lock down Mack 10'll grab the Mack 10 And set the glock down and I'm runnin' Freeze was my order, cappin' at they ass As I hit the border and I'm gone |
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| 5:07 |
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When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it It's my Afrikan express I don't leave home without it Summertime just ain't known for the weather It's hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together 13 to 14 7's can't miss But on some shit you got to let 15-8's twist Chevy trucks and 'em El Caminos anybody want Danas i got them for eight ?????? All day long Gold or all chrome it's on You out to get 'em cause the tires come with 'em but they ain't for busters only hogs roll D's So keep yo' stocks on if you can't fade these Thousand in my pocket, yayo I rock it Keep my lond clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down Make the bumper drag the ground on the 'Shaw Every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs Get the hammer Be sure that yo strap ain't a jammer and as long As ain't nuthin' wrong then beat I'm on As I watch for the lick i got the switch to make me hit Front back side to side and three wheel shit Won't hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose It don't stop for Mack, it's the same ol' same ol' Danas gold as I lay low, twisting like a tornado in that surplus gear like the G of the year Fuck the hour, it's all about the money and the power Ain't about set trippin' no bloodin' no crippin' Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches As I'm rollin' out of control and smoking humps Crank up the bumptie bumps 4 gates and square Dumps so I bang it, make the 20's slide when I swang it Lick it once lick it twice as nice when I hang it on them thangs D's I'm on 'em Killas |
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| 0:31 |
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| 6. |
| 4:23 |
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Quielty I stalk niggas call me the Chicken Hawk Approach with my gun in a 2 one one As I sickum lay my victum may I lickum All action stop nobody move no pop As I reck shop red alert make yo blood squirt When I work in the brownies and the high top chucks to do dirt Keep it sound put it down my way Protected by an A.K. as I search for my pray Through the geto hit the peddle every corner I'm torning Look for the money the kilos and the gallons of shermin nigga Till we meet I stash my heat Neet in my baggage do damage nasty as a savage Lookin for the cabbage Its own 20 grand I spot a bird in hand As I spread my wing spand I swoop ready to land Gotta get heem hit the spot grab the sack And I shake it blessed with the game To make it bus its easier to take it, nigga [Ice Cube] I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga "Don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker" [Mack 10] On a late night creep the hawk sours on a mission Mashin' through the hood nerd this nigga had the chickens 36 zones in each sack to be exact Got 50 G's or more in street value worth of crack As he put it down out of control with the cavey Got Benzos on the grass twistin front and back cadeys Capacino sted of coffe moet No more rossie rolex diamonds all glossy Glossy Mr. Flossy sewed up the block keys to double up rock I gotta lick heem nigga want know heen when I get heem me Shoot strate never hesitate fools cooperate Or I dag un tagum body bagum with my magnum Heat in yo chest how we do it in the west I gaffle up yo dope and fly back to my nest I stalk hit up in chalk all over the sidewalk Its Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk Interlude: [Man] Allo [Mack 10] Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the ??? you got And put on ??? behind the ??? or I kill this motherfucker [Girl] Fuck this nigga don't give any shit [Mack 10] Bitch shut the fuck up right now [Mack 10] On a midnight flight the hawk glides through the breeze Pull my wings at eaze as I lands in the palm trees Overlook my lick set my scope like a sniper Hawk the bitch piper be alarmed foe the type a fool That ah hoo ride when he doo ride I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard nots, nigga A gaffle dick is all I ever gave a hoe Where peneltons not a cape so I can't save a hoe Mack 10 just stepped off the planet of the apes Foe the money and dope I never rapes I duck tapes Bitches I mackum down flagum down they pull over Fill lucky as a fowe leaf clover in a Range Rover They never know its the hawk his self My eyes reder than red with St. Ides on my breff I draw down all this licken got me nervous so I'm twitchen Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens [Ice Cube] I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga Foe life *Ring* [Man] Allo? [Mack 10] Oh I see you Mr. Funny-man Aw motherfuckin' Yeah you're the kind of nigga that ??? with your bitch Well listen to this motherfucker Aaaaahhhhhhaaaaa *Gun shots* *Clik-clak* *Hang up |
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| 7. |
| 4:11 |
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Hey, hey, hey, baby, check it out
I'm K-Dee an' that's my nigga, Mack 10 over there Now he gotta be cooler than the nigga that you sittin' with So pump yo' brakes 'cause here comes the G, Foe Life That's right, uh, what the fuck you smilin' at? Right It's that nigga, Westside swingin' Heat, I'm bringin' like I'm bangin', slangin', khakis hangin' Took the script an' I'm flippin' it, got bustas straight trippin' it Never thought Mack 10'll be the new nigga rippin' shit Real G style on a funky freestyle Solo flow, show with my bitch an' my lolo Gettin' my floss on as I slide my locs on Hit the corna', bitch, hold on, Danas is what I roll on So watch yo' step, quiet, it's kept on the leak I blast, I don't stick the different nigga in the click As I kick rhymes, niggas pick mines from the stack Threw the roof on the sack, then cut the 'lac front an' back On all gold, hundred spoke D's when I skis Nigga, please, wannabe G's don't wanna see these Straight from killa Cali, it's like the Valley of Death Of who's left, I'll be a G 'til my very last breath Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride Feelin' high as I ride from the West to the Eastside On them switches, went from rags to riches All snitches must die, I can't lie, I like them hoochie bitches Though I know that a hoe is a gamble Scandal hard to handle them dookie braids an' sandals That's how I like it, hike it, touchdown, then spike it Then pipe it so tough, they can't gripe it, right So if it's on from uh, dusk 'til dawn Keep it crackin', stay packin' as long as niggas jackin' Mackin' like Goldie, bumpin' nothin' but oldies Reminiscin', tilt the 40's when I vibe the dead homies Yeah, I wanna say what's up to all my deceased homeboys From the West an' Eastside, didn't make it to see this rap Oh yeah, it's still Mack 10, Foe Life Puttin' it down like this here Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's Down for the dirt, I sport khakis and a white t-shirt Slangin' work, got the big birdies that don't chirp I came up from a crawler, now my stack is taller Big baller, shot caller, movin' shit like a U Hauler So now it's on like that an' I'm rollin' Controllin' the 'hood, guns about a boat swollen Back arms tatted, so tweed can get gatted Cavi, water, weed or speed, what you need? 'Cause I have it So come through, run through an' uhh, smell the vapors Won't be no set trip if it's all about paper Down with the Lynch Mob, I can't go wrong Well known an' it's on bankin' corners in my Brougham Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Fresh as a new pack, I'll be doper than my cavi sack Alli alli, all come free, here comes the G Checkin' loot like it's crazy, in painter pants an' Stacy's Mack 10, Westside, Foe Life an' we out |
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| 4:57 |
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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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| 0:34 |
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| 3:38 |
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| 4:22 |
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Tick tock around the clock for the rock ya come see me Just knock at the door I'll grant your wish like a genie Strait out to get paid stack the loot that I made Been slangin' dope out my mammas' house since the 10th grade Never tried it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter Used to hang with drive by shooters Stickem up for Honda scooters Never was a schollar make you throw yo hands and holla Wolla went to Jr. high slangin' joints fo a dollar Finger waves was the new fad so they spoted a due rags Niggas got dumped on fo the red or blue rags Down with the G's so them niggas never serve me Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey Painter pants cuffed so I fixit on my biscuits Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I'll keep it twisted It's that niggarunnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow And everywhere I go it's a must I keep it ghetto Chorus: X2 [Ice Cube] Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars [Mack 10] Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways ""Choose one"" ""1 2 3 4 hit it!"" (X2) [Mack 10] 247 on a 211 fresh out the county I hunt like a bounty >From 10 to midnight make sure my shit tight Map out the lick right so that I hit right I strike to stay alive to be exact need a sack Can't hack this monkey on my back So I shot it now you plot it I got it Exotic to erotic money ho's to narcotics No preachin' knowledge of self or religion I'm too busy raisin' pitbulls and pigeons Put the hustle down steady for the summer I'm ready way tighter got two birds and a rider But I'm out fo mo ni |
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She wants me to break it half So I'mma crack it like Humpty Dumpty Her brothas want jump me But but motherfuck a lil trick She can get the dicka dee dick dick down south or in her mouth Bustin' nigs I like to digs dark meat Big booty but no cellulete I'll grab it stab it cause I gots to have dag nabbit Fuck it like rabbit Wanna make it holla Oh what the hell Bust a right turn 12 dollar motel Cause in the hood thats the best a nigga get Small room smelling like cigarettes Look girl it's a bed and builing So stop acting like you gotta have the Hilton It's four walls so drop your drawls and get cozy Cause I'mma break you off something at the Mozi-Wozi Chorus: *Woman moans* (Mozi-Wozi) Mack 10 bitch (Niggaz make a children) Foe life (Bitch I'll be there) You got damn right (If it cares to trip 'em) Before we get busy go and take a shower But hurry up shit cause we only got an hour And I plan to be in it up to win it a good 45 minutes And break that back down Stick yo ass in the air and lay yo head flat down Waking up the neighbors nothing can save ya But I hope I don't catch the vapors Cause funky ass cock is a turn off It gets me hotter than pace paconie sauce >From New Yor City ("New York City") You got a big ole ass and little bitty titties But it's cool, cause I can hunt for your chest And now we getting complaints from the front desk At my door just to get a peek freak Motherfucka kinda nozy at the Mozi-Wozi Bridge: [Mack 10] X4 *Woman moans* I'm breakin' hoes down 'till their very last complaint Ass up face down Ain't no frontin' on the pussy that I'm gettin' Name is Mack 10 but fuck it I'm still sweating You won't believe all the wreak I'm catching I'm hard as a brick and my rubber is stretching See a motel bed can take a pounce When you give it more bounce to the ounce And I'm feeling it from the way I'm hung And I'm killing it I might puncture a lung Now the Mozi-Wozi is the place for chillin' But the bathroom towels ain't worth stealin' The T.V.'s broke and the carpet is dirty And you got till about 12:30 To have yo ass out But don't fuck around and get drunk and pass out Cause before I can finish this rhymes You hear a buzzer and a bitch yealen check out time Chorus Bitch so don't even trip (Mozi-Wozi) Bridge X2 Bitch Let's go... |
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| 3:19 |
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Gangsta's don't dance we boogie Usually always down for the come up late nite to sun up 365 look out I took out niggaz foe they loot When I drive by I shoot Blast their ass smoke the spot like a genie Many niggaz want to be one but they don't want to see me MACK the renegade rap rebel ghetto livin unforgivin I've been driven psycho I just might go BUCK BUCK BUCK Wild do it right keep it tight So I sight busters in the scope, no hope Cut short by the cutthroat, I make heads flaot Cause I'm dope as caviar, by far nigagz from the Inglewood to the Compton car In my click crooked legit SHIT you can't FUCK wit Fool like B.G. I'm brung up down To kick dust hit you up then I bust nigga MACK 10's THE NAME (I heard the name in 99 different places) MACK 10's THE NAME (The name's Mack 10, and I live Inglewood) Up jumped the boogie bang bang, when I dump give ya hell When the shells kick out the riot pump When I jerk it, klack klack work it Easy if it's greasy One time had to pull they straps to freeze me Elite on my feet, if I don't see heat I slang boulder, I soldiers, the west side streets Down for the do low know, crazy that as gets The gangsta SHIT don't quit Much more bounc to the ounce, slippedy slide Let Me Ride on these niggaz, check em nine double-m fully tech em Straight up gun play one way, rat-a-tat-tat em Buck red hot ones at em, aim at em, flame at pop-um Till me drop em kill or be killed so I keep my clip filled When I ball, whatta HELL, it's my everyday behavior Khakis, Slingshot, and Chuck Taylors MACK 10's THE NAME (I heard the name in 99 different places) MACK 10's THE NAME (The name's MACK 10 and I live Inglewood |
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