Mack 10 - The Paper Route (2000) by Mack 10 (보컬) on maniadb.com

(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*)

[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

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

[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