(Blaze up)
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop
Hey, Daz
Check this out, dog
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, n**a, where the best be
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 n**s who rep
Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a coupla n**s, leave em all panicked
We swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub
We in the war zone
Where the war's on
Where ya gun, nigga?
Show em where you're from, n**a
Ridin-ass young n**a
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
Mack 10, Dat N**a Daz (), Kurupt
F**k you over there
(Party over here)
Cause n**s like us do platnium every year
(And if I ruled this sphere)
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, n**a, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi
I'm servin n**s like a host with the pound so take a toast
Dog, this west coast and our s**t bump the most
Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, f**k 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 s**t don't stop till we hit a meal ticked
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
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice
I feel like loose-shakin n**s 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?
Dat N**a 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
