Mack 10 - The Best Of Mack 10 [compilation] (2007) by Mack 10 (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

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....

(feat. Tha Dogg Pound)

(Blaze up)
[Oh yeah]
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop [Sucka]
[Nothin but the cavi]
Hey, Daz [Sup]
Check this out, dog

[Mack 10]

Now when I come to ya'll hood, ya'll 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 sucka-ass niggas who rep
Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked
We swirve 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
Ridin-ass young nigga
Arsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rollin 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 jumpin
I'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin

Chorus: Mack 10, Dat Nigga Daz (), Kurupt []

Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
[And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near]

Cause niggas like us do platnium 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 ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi

[Mack 10]

I'm servin 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 bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls
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 goddamned
I'm in it for a meal ticket
And the goal's succesful
I don't know who to prove a show
Usual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
Ya'll 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 bailin hood to hood

[Kurupt]

Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
I feel like loose-shakin 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, cashin heat in the stash
When you're in the neigborhood of assassins
What you say?

Chorus

Outro: 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 morining
And you start to yawn " "
All day night, and all night long " "
C'mon, C'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
Wesssydeee,
Biatch)
Death Row

[Mack 10]
Am I a hustla?
(Yeah!)
Say what
(Oh yeah!)
Yeah
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
Well this must be the hustlas anthem
(Yeah!)
Who bangin'

[Verse 1: Mack 10]
If it start off soft I can turn it to hard
Then hit the boulevard then drop top with a broad
I walk the green impart and push fast cars
With a fetish for bank wads and cuban cigars
Yo! peep the way I do it I'm young, fly and flashy
I'm so well laced, so hood and so classy
You looking fo that good stuff don't hesitate to ask me
Bet I got what you need, so be sure to run it past me
But just in case its on keep the blue steel in chrome
The homies hop in and roam with khaki suits on
And be real with it holmes these rap dudes is clones
Mess around with Mack dime and for sho it be on
As for my resume respect it or be sure to check it
I got a batch of that aqua that sure to get you naked
So play your cards right and win before you deck it
When I heard this beat knockin fo sho I had to wreck it, come on

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Disrespect, get checked
Snatch you up by yo neck
Young money tryin to be the man to quick
Nigga this ain't checkers this a game of chess
Why do I do it like this? cause you like it like this

Talk a lot of shit cause I do it the best
Some of y'all don't like me but you give me respect
When I'm lyin in a grave I guess I'll give it a rest
Why do I do it like this? cause you like it like this

[Verse 2: Mack 10]
I got a large clientele for whatever I sell
I don't guess the weight, I tell with a digital scale
I got money tucked for bail but before I see a jail
I'm a change clothes and roll like J and Pharrell
I like to switch up my game and rotate my pros
Park the GT bentley and pull out the Phantom Rolls
And I pack the kind of heat that you can't expose
So my stash box is closed with fo fos and calicos
Cause your boy 1 - 0 is ever so gun ho
No scope, I get up close, my vision tunnel
Got that white by the bricks and brown by the bun door
Wit a crew of broads working its never just one hoe, (Oh no)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Mack 10]
(Repeat 2x)
I know you like it like this
Like I said, if it ain't ready I could rock it like this
Fo sho, I'm a have the hood poppin like this
Mack 10 got that bomb heat droppin like this

[Chorus]

(Yeah!)
Am I a hustla?
(Yeah!)
Am I a hustla?
(Yeah!)
Ha, ha, ha
(Oh yeah!)
Nate dogg
(Yeah!)
Rook, you still there homie?
(Yeah!)
Mack 1 - 0
(Yeah!)

[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
Mack ain't getting caught up in charged with murder one
When you got loose you don't do it, you simply get it done
Now who wanna test and try push around Mack
Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh??

[Chorus x2]

[Mack 10]
Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic piss
See I'm insane bangin Inglewood city kids
If rap fail today I'm back to cuttin chunks
Pushin work through the hood from down South to the Bronx
Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills
Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills
And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note
Everybody say hoe if ya love mack one-oh
Killas on my payroll's a chain of command
But my neighbors don't know; think I'm a family man, ha
I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin
Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin
Every room in my house stay flooded with heat
Livin in the hills but I still got tied to the street
Ain't shit about me change worldwide, I'm respected
I'm Hoo-Bangin now but i'm still well connected, you know??

[Chorus x2]

[vocoder outro]
From the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo
From the streets..

[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

featuring Gerald Levert



[Mack 10]

This song is dedicated

to all the up and coming rappers singers hustlers actors

Whatever you may be remember:

without no struggle you get no progress

So keep grindin keep on mashin get yours



Chorus: Gerald Levert



You're nothin far from comin up (keep on)

Money's just a touch away (keep on)

So keep on grindin don't give it up (keep on)

There'll always be another day (keep on)



[Mack 10]

And now I'm sittin at the pad, teary eyed and depressed

Starvin and sufferin from mental stress

Now a true center to the game of beginner

but hard to feel like a winner when you eat spreads for dinner

Hit the streets late night in the form of star mushin

On the 211 mission just to pay tuition

For my kids I got to grind and develop street saavy

Servin stress cause I just ain't got enough to cop cavi

But I can't stop, I won't stop, til I got it made

Either build my clientele, get a job or learn a trade

like hip-hop, and make enough to live good forever

So I learned to write the rhymes and get my metaphors together

Then I joined a rap crew, with the homies on my street

Sellin underground tapes out the local swap meet

Gettin tighter on the mic, as I worked day to day

So now I lay down at night, and I hear voices say, "Mack"



Chorus



[Mack 10]

Now I'm new to the scene, H as in Hard, N as in Nympho

So like EPMD, could you _Please Listen to My Demo?_

I left the local crew, felt like I was the man

In popular demand and now ready for SoundScan

So I searched for a deal with no luck I kept rappin

Felt like it would take a miracle to make it all happen

Marble said it was a test, "Mack don't do nuttin wrong!

Just have faith in God and keep your hustle goin strong

Stay hongry, keep writin, don't quit you're too close

Remember good things come to those who want it most"

So I never left the house, without my rap book

Thought I found a new crew but eventually got shook

First they said I was cool, but then started to doubt me

Put me on the backburner and just forgot all about me

Partna said I wasn't fresh, and sent me on my way, but you know what?

As I was leavin, I could hear voices say, "Mack"



Chorus



[Mack 10]

Now the tables turned, but I remember they used to clown me

The hard work paid off, and luck finally found me

So call every publication, Billboard and the editor

and tell em Mack's being signed by dude workin on _The Predator_

I got the Midas touch, now everything be the bomb

Hooked up with The Don, now made a few mill-ion

I don't bang I write the good rhymes, you know about mines

Man I'm the tightest MC, Ice Cube ever signed

Now if ain't the radio, it's a video shoot

Livin life in the limelight, with a bank full of loot

Now my crew is solid, shook the haters and the leeches

Runnin full court at my house with our girls on the beaches

Plus the violence is ceased, no more bi-coastal beef

Cause now I get down with the North South and the East

I reminisce on hard times, seem like yesterday, but now

Hoo Bangin' is official and I remember they used to say, "Mack"



Chorus



[Levert] Money's just a touch, just a simple touch

Money's just a touch away..

Money's just a touch, just a simple touch

Money's just a touch away..



[Mack 10] Man I knew I was gonna make it, but they didn't believe me

YaknowhatI'msayin? Clowned me -- gon' be a rapper, what?

Hahahaha

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

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

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

[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

Chorus

We got bitches on the left, Niggas on the right
Bitches wanna fuck, Niggas wanna fight
Do what you gotta do, Nigga keep it tight
But make um understand Its Westside foe Life

X rated Americans most faded, Bitch plated niggas in the industry
Got it in for me, but i kick back nigga life is short,
And you don't wanna get put on life support
We wake up early,you aint worthy and got the killas on deck
So the rappers ain't got to get they hands dirty
You wanna battle, hand a bitch the mic
you wanna squab, Im too rich to fight
Niggas get him git him, where it hurts to his head squirts puss
Infamous when you aint kin to us
Abuse with Crips and Bloods, on the loose
Killa Cali all we need is an excuse

Chorus

Just remember you niggas that want me to timber
I'm in my swimming pool, in the middle of December
Foe every motherfucka that wanna kill a vet
make sure he see a silloutte foe his pillows wet
Its the motherfuckin crack king westside nigga lookin mean
so pass the vaseline
hit the supa green shott the M1 carbeam
It yellow tape on the scene, so join my team
It looks like you need protection, From the Westside Connection
Punk the world aint yours cause motherfuckas like you do chores

Chorus

Ya'll punk niggas don't got a choice
Yo bitch hear my voice pussy get moist
Bitches in the beauty shop, talkin bullshit
Lyin on which rich nigga done hit
How many dicks did you have stuck in you
The topic is always whose fuckin who
Nappy hair hoes with earrings in they nose
Always seem to fuck the rich bros
A word to your females consumer
You given all the playas tumors
With your hood rat rumors
Just because you gettin your hair cut
Dont you got to spill yo guts
and lie on my nuts

Chorus

Mack 10: Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha
You ready Eiht?

MC Eiht: Yeah, c'mon

Verse 1: Mack 10

I was born to ride, bangin, pack heat
got turned out early by them scandliss freaks
addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
with a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks
moms said, "Mack, baby watch for danger"
I said, "Momma don't you know I'm a real gangbanger?"
I can't switch over night and be good
and I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
so I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal
twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle
got a deuce fired at Scoob's, I need a gat
so I stopped and got the Tech from my G homie Wreck
he said, "Mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated
and here's the extra clip incase you might need it"
get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on
throw the Hoo-Bang plack in the back and your ride on

Chorus:
Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
nobody rides like these killas from the west

Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best
nobody rides like these killas from the west

Verse 2: Eazy E

1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to your dome
cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top
I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block
now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin
more bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin
keep the gat in my lap cuz I'm fully strapped
for the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a
Tech 9, plus a A-K 47
send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
peep, nigga I don't sleep
bury muthafuckas in the concrete
you try to creep kinda slow in a Astro
but I'm peepin niggas out in my left window
so I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more
yo, they call me motherfuckin John Doe

Chorus

Verse 3: MC Eiht

Real thugs roll cuz the Westside's sick
which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip
slick, but not like Rick, the gang story
G's kill and aint shit funny like Joe Corry
don't make me laugh cuz I"m on the wrong the path
catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath
slang strike to make money, now aint that simple?
that silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple
watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo
keep the calico with extra ammo
so and so gets blasted, to the casket
never seen these westside G's face, we masked it
ya'll best be defeat and be discreet
catch the hot heat from across the street
take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy

Chorus

Ugh, MC Eiht in the muthafuckin house
(yeah, Hoo-Bang one time)
yeah, ha
(Hoo-Bang two times)
rest in peace Eazy E
(the hiphop thugsta)
(yeah)
fa sho
(Mack Dime)
come on, ugh
(all day baby, all day baby)
WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh

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...