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(The Paper Route "INTRO")
Mack 10 the nigga, He's a strait up motha fuckin G, Runnin through the hood up to no good, flossing in his cheese(*repeat*) |
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[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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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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[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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