[Intro: Mack 10, Kurupt (), Dat Nigga Daz {}]
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(Blaze up)
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{Oh yeah}
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World wide, west side
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Yo
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Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound
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Yeah, and the hits don't stop {Sucka}
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{Nothin but the cavi}
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Hey, Daz {Sup}
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Check this out, dog
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[Mack 10]
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Now when I come to ya'll hood, ya'll watch my back
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And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
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So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
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Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
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Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
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A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
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Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
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Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be
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[Dat Nigga Daz]
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It ain't no questions asked
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You down to blast for me?
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Down to ride for me?
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Down to die for me?
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I come through for these sucka-ass niggas who rep
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Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death
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Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
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Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked
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We swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
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We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub
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[Kurupt]
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We in the war zone,
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Where the war's on
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Where ya gun, nigga?
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Show em where you're from, nigga
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Ridin-ass young nigga
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Arsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch
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With the double fours on the hip rollin with the force
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He's out to catch a body
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Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party
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Now he's walking around smarter
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Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumpin
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I'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin
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[Chorus: Mack 10, Dat Nigga Daz (), Kurupt {}]
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Fuck you over there
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(Party over here)
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{And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near}
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Cause niggas like us do platnium every year
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(And if I ruled this sphere)
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{Your shit'd disappear}
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Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
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And wave em all around like ya just don't care
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We're ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
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Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi
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[Mack 10]
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I'm servin niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast
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Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most
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Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
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And everything I make, fuck around and be a single
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From the who bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls
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Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls
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We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it
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But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked
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[Dat Nigga Daz]
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I'll be goddamned
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I'm in it for a meal ticket
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And the goal's succesful
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I don't know who to prove a show
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Usual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
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Ya'll don't know us like that,
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Where the gang-banger's hang at
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They "Daz, are you a rider?"
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I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
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From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood
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On a cash mission bailin hood to hood
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[Kurupt]
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Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
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I feel like loose-shakin niggas like dice
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Forever in the day
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Say what you say
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On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
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I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
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To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,
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It's all about mashing, cashin heat in the stash
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When you're in the neigborhood of assassins
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What you say?
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Dat Nigga Daz, Mack 10 ()]
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What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
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All day night, and all night long
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When you wake up in the morining
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And you start to yawn
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All day night, and all night long
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C'mon, C'mon
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(Yeah, dub S.C.G.
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D.P.G.C.
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Ha ha ha,
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Take a picture, trick
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Take a picture, trick
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Take a picture, trick
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It might make ya rich
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Wesssydeee,
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Biatch)
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Death Row
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Nothin' But The Cavi Hit
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| Mack 10 |
