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Mack 10: Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha
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You ready Eiht?
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MC Eiht: Yeah, c'mon
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Verse 1: Mack 10
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I was born to ride, bangin, pack heat
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got turned out early by them scandliss freaks
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addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
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with a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks
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moms said, "Mack, baby watch for danger"
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I said, "Momma don't you know I'm a real gangbanger?"
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I can't switch over night and be good
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and I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
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so I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal
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twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle
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got a deuce fired at Scoob's, I need a gat
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so I stopped and got the Tech from my G homie Wreck
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he said, "Mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated
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and here's the extra clip incase you might need it"
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get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on
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throw the Hoo-Bang plack in the back and your ride on
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Chorus:
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Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
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you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
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get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
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nobody rides like these killas from the west
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Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
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you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
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get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best
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nobody rides like these killas from the west
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Verse 2: Eazy E
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1, 2, 3, and to the 4
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Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to your dome
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cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top
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I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block
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now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin
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more bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin
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keep the gat in my lap cuz I'm fully strapped
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for the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a
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Tech 9, plus a A-K 47
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send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
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peep, nigga I don't sleep
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bury muthafuckas in the concrete
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you try to creep kinda slow in a Astro
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but I'm peepin niggas out in my left window
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so I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more
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yo, they call me motherfuckin John Doe
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Chorus
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Verse 3: MC Eiht
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Real thugs roll cuz the Westside's sick
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which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip
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slick, but not like Rick, the gang story
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G's kill and aint shit funny like Joe Corry
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don't make me laugh cuz I"m on the wrong the path
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catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath
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slang strike to make money, now aint that simple?
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that silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple
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watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo
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keep the calico with extra ammo
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so and so gets blasted, to the casket
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never seen these westside G's face, we masked it
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ya'll best be defeat and be discreet
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catch the hot heat from across the street
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take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
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retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy
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Chorus
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Ugh, MC Eiht in the muthafuckin house
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(yeah, Hoo-Bang one time)
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yeah, ha
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(Hoo-Bang two times)
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rest in peace Eazy E
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(the hiphop thugsta)
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(yeah)
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fa sho
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(Mack Dime)
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come on, ugh
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(all day baby, all day baby)
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WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh
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Get yo Ride On
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| mack 10 |
