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Mack 10( Dedrick D'Mon Rolison )
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Lyricist:Dedrick Rolison, Ron
Nigga wanna hustle Nigga wanna sell dope where we grow up nigga Ride with me and learn something nigga If not, stay away my playground nigga
Yeah, this shit right here is for real hustle niggas Real street niggas, y'all follow me Squared niggas, kick back and listen how is shit really go, uh
Cabbage work hoes goes spoke and pistols Last in getting away hearin' whistles Scopin' down map gestural back full of chips A hot ass scraps ski mask and two in the clips
Scoop on 'em motophone let 'em know it's on I pack use 'em draws homeboy, nigga we goners Beep on 'em Mexican though we won't work No Baking Soda slides twenty on 'em for the dirt
Got 'em, strap on 'em my shell with ducktapes See nervous while the Greyhouse escpae across Interstate Jumpin' up in the friendly scotia down chicken weight For the work show up and really do be straight
They pull up bread all the lookin' flawless us a show dog Twenty bird and rally car like she a mother law Damn, she'll need no duck the law Bitch got us switch walkin' with the work like motherfuck the law
That's the shit nigga ball fo', how they dope that they wall fo'? Jumpin' on 'em hoes, they floss the hoes We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos With the funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those
Banged out, thanged out, everybody hangin' out Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used Go back blast the gas about to shootin' us For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's
Now in the N and N.Y. talkin' to why dies with the bitch And some load ki's me insider It's now and never, turn back why should we Let's turn this bitch upside down (How could we?)
First to be unnoticed, I don't trust that bitch She fine but she mixed with rat the lil' snitch I don't feel right I know crass bustin' bust pipe And the fed I had up on punk ass snitch all night
Where we better do is send that bitch to the [unverified] Take the ki's to the rally car and get that bitch the cap She go be mad about it 'cause she getting cut out Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But just let it know her job is done (Bitch butt out)
Why we here for? (Nigga we here paper chasin') Okay then well, let's made this put reservatoins Bust train or even train station If you got motophone we can start this operation
That's the shit nigga ball fo', how they dope that they wall fo'? Jumpin' on 'em hoes, they floss the hoes We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos With funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those
Banged out, thanged out, everybody hangin' out Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used Go back, blast the gas about to shootin' us For cabbage work hoes and hundred hoes
Now I'm the king of rock for my work One time shoot the block, I did my sack about the dirt Like a dream team both feams tryin' around me like impressed Takin' fifth G horse and spork the dope 'port
Like a hell is seen hot for shit, I ain't trippin' Got folks in the bushes with the chop, chop so I ain't slippin' None of these out of town C's and Beems Niggas playin' 'em gueens street they never seen the pontrees
Hobbed on the plane, I'm back on stinky greens And Inglewood floss and faded the whole scene 1-0 back Ol' T dope grindin' Fresh gear, big wheels, jewels shinnin'
So I hit Shall Sunday, watchin' with low-low's hot Me and my N.O. partners on the strippin' new drops Bentleys, Warreys, Benzes, Hummers With none full of fall for the next twenty Summers
That's the shit nigga ball fo', how they dope that they wall fo'? Jumpin on 'em hoes, they floss the hoes We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos With the funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those
Banged out, thanged out, everybody hangin' out Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used Go back, blast the gas about to shootin' us For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's
And there you have it, that's how it go From top to bottom, half heart, half money nigga Oh, don't get it fucked up I still got money for my first trip out of town, haha, you dig
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