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| Mack 10 Miscellaneous Hate in Yo Eyes 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.... |
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