You can hear it bumpin through the door
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It's a party jumpin on the floor
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And from the way it sound it ain't no doubt (whassup?)
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That the West coast is in yo' mouth
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[Mack 10]
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Yea, yea
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It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me
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So po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me
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I'm a hustler, gettin cash like crazy
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Hard grindin pays me, work ethic is never lazy
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Block hugger, the hood raised me
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And she, won't be happy 'til she lays me
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No, you never seem to amaze me
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So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
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My name sparkin like a street king
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Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"
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A whole lot of haters out there it seem
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But I flip 'em all off and keep doin my thing
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I'm a boss about, when I Inglewood swing
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Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring
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Now ding ding - let the bell ring
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And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring, sing
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[Chorus]
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Meanwhile I be indeed
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and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
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Cause I'm livin like a G you intrigued
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and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
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Never trippin cause it ain't nuttin to me
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but I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
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Hah, hah, hah - I can see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
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[Mack 10]
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Look - you local cats is just small potatoes
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No names, cause this addressed to ALL the haters
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From the 'Wood, there is NONE greater
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Mack the headliner and y'all are spectators
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Remember "Foe Life?" I put the 'Wood in it
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And looked out for you when your own hood didn't
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And plus you forgot who was payin your bills
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Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal
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For me good livin, y'all independently rhymin
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You got the hustle game backwards, you nickle and dimin
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Oh hip-hop classics? I make 'em AND got 'em
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And yo' group, ain't been heard of past the Bottoms
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I can't go to my turf, and mingle with my G's
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I got one word to say about that one - what? Please
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Chickenhawks, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing
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And all this hatin just let me know I'm doin my thing, sing
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude: repeat 2X]
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Hoo-Bang, Hoo-Ride
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All day, all night
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Throw dubs, up high
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Westside, foe life
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[Mack 10]
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Now tell me, is it the deuce-ones on the Bentley?
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The lowriders, the mansions, is that why you resent me?
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Smile in my face, and act so friendly
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Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy
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Say bruh, what part of the game is that?
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You got ways like a dame and how LAME is that?
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Actin like a groupie around famous cats
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And it's strange, you don't have no shame in that
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I got your card playboy, but I ain't trippin
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You know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin
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Get dough by bunches, donatin and tippin
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Let it ride on the Harley, and six-fo' dippin
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Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean
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I'm like a leprechaun, I want nuttin BUT green
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Avoid the haters, and for the party scene
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Copped a rock from the D-R to make the head ring, sing
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[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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[Mack 10]
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Mack one-oh, Hoo-Bangin' foe life! And it don't quit
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Take a picture trick; yeah, take a picture trick, yea
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It might make ya RICH.. Wessssyde ri-ders, BAY-BAY!!
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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Hate in Yo Eyes
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| Mack 10 |
