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[Mack 10 talking]
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Yo, Mack 10, with just a few of the Hoo Bangin affiliates.
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CJ Mac, Binky Mac, Boo Kapone, and the homie Techniec.
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[Mack 10]
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Now here we go, it's the show stopper, noodle knocker
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Gung ho, 1-O fo sho the door clocker
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I keep it rough with that red or blue shit
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Hoo Bang crew shit, Recipe new shit
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It's off the hinges, and my friends is
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Rollin, twelve cylinder Benz's with the chrome 20 inches
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So fuck all the haters and the non believers
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Punk niggas and bitches, hood rats and divas
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Now platinum's automatic gangsta rap fanatic
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No static shit with the radio and watch em add it
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Hoo Bang affiliates in that ass like a thorn
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What's your favorite song? Don't hate, sing along
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I'm blindin niggas slowly with the iced out rolly
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Leave your shirt holy with the glock pistol-ly
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So, hang around for the go down
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Hip-hop classic bound as I clown, house to town
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And have it my way, jewlery parvay
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Mack 10 got your hottie hot as the Mojave
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Want the Recipe? Then you fellas best to be
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Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me
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[Techniec]
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No bustas, no peace
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Rock the black fleece, Techniec
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In the gray off Caprice, dogs stay off the leash
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Peep this, my click's nothing but heat bitch
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Kick flows, stay on your toes, stay away from hoes
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I know bitches that turn you on and turn on you
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Kiss the hook ass nigga, pull a burn on you
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That ain't the way I do thangs I Hoo Bang
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So more niggas, more bigger, more heat, ready to blow triggers
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Show niggas, Recipes, hoes, guns and funds
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Blowfish, big tits, dubs and hunds
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With nothin but redrumin when the heat start hummin
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Empty the tech nina till these niggas stop comin
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Young innovative, Long Beach native
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This holocaust bust off and make it demostrative
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You niggas don't want test me
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Dynamic on my right connect to the left of me
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Form the Recipe
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[Hook:] X 2
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If you ain't in this for the money what you in it for?
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We got the Recipe, best to be, in it for the dough!
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[Binky Mac]
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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Gettin closer to God tryin to clutch what I can't touch
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Time to get paper in the wind like a caper
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Hoo Bangin affiliate, niggas it's gonna take ya
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Flossy ass Rolex that's iced to the sickle
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Bitches up on the pickle since the bank roll tripled
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Now nigga what? When you see Binky Mac, throw it up!
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Most underrated nigga that's hated, now give it up
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[Boo Kapone]
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I ride for connect gang, die for connect gang
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Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang
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Down with the 1-O, meet me in the jungle
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Fly, gettin high by the motherfuckin tunnel
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A sick ass nigga, that's how I gotta be
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Smack my Bitch Up, like my name was Prodigy
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Two glocks, four fifths and ak's
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Cut off khakis, house shoes and murder braids
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I stay flamed up, never been tamed up
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My little homie died last year, I hit his name up
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For the 99 I'm yellin redrum
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Quick to hit you up with two fingers and a thumb
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I smash fools cuz cash rules, like Castro
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You want these fuckin slugs fast or slow, hoe?
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Oh, I got the 44 for all y'all BJ been day hoes
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Get wet up with the dress oh fo sho
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[Hook] X 4
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[CJ Mac]
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Motherfuckers better know, want LA, you must see me
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Fuck the niggas frontin on tv
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City locked, got the key to the streets baby
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Better know who to greet 'fore you creep baby
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Hear me talkin bout gangbang niggas sport red and blue
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Like a missle pierce stomach tissue
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Top 20 motherfucker you, make a nigga wanna muzzle you
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We kidnap for snaps, big hitter big stacks
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Pool hall nigga made good
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Gangbang nigga got rich and stayed hood
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Dome shots, playa, you play about domein me
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Jumpin on the knee, it's too late, you're shot, plow!
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Fuck around and get your channel changed
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Handle thangs with the German
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Hit the sherm-an
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Leave em squirm-an
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C Mac, twista get rich
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Ain't nobody gon snitch, we's Hoo Bangas bitch
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Check this style playa, check this technique
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Check the way I ride or walk playa
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Check the way I ride or speak
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I stay suited and booted, bandannaed and tatted
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Cris don mowed up, Mac don blowed up, got em sewed up
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Nigga who bangin? Who's sangin?
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All this cheddar round m |