Foe Life: The Best of Mack 10

Verse 1

Mack 10 nutty as they come
leave 'em face down
and numb from the waist down
It's a Sunday a gun day
rollin' down a one way
in my 'lac front and back
over train tracks
On yak and herb nigga swerve
it get's on my nerves
banked my Danas on the curb
In the gutta lane
I'm butta man
Foot to the flo'
what you want from the sto'
I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single
comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle
Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her
but niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker
Fool I'ma vet you can bet
that I can dance underwater and not get wet
It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap
everybody run when I bust a cap
puttin' Inglewood up on the map
look at what I do when I pull my strap
Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown
bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down

Chorus

Foe life foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
(Repeat)

Verse 2

Khacki suit ski mask is my attire
with my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire
Fool where ya keep the rims and tires
'fo yo' life expires I'm as nutty as Michael Myers
Didn't think about the Rottweiler
a lot of stiches in the ass
blood in the Impala
Sittin' in the County with a gold record
Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked
caught with a contraband in my hand
Mack 10 take the stand
your Honor I'ma changed man
so please let me go so I can flow
Got a show had to ask my P.O. can I go
and if he say no I'ma have to say
bitch get out the car slow
and leave ya fuckin' dough
'cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world
let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl

Chorus

Verse 3

Call 911 there's a son of a bitch on the roof
yarned up in his birthday suit
(Mack 10 to the rescue)
my momma want to know why I do what I do
'cause I'm superman superbad supermad superfly
fool you can die
There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
and I'm at home sewing stripes on
Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway
'bout to buck you down with this throw away
with no serial number it's the summer
where niggas die
It's hotter than July
You better stay low fo' you get a halo
plus wings and a gown when I come around
So take 10 paces
and try to guess the color of my shoelaces

Chorus with ad libs 'til end

[Ice Cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)

[Chorus]
Only in California
Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)
Only in California (California)
Where niggas pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)

Ice Cube the motherfucking don
Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. The Doggfather
Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk
Gangstas with rules
Cause you'se the niggas with no rules
Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose

Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the barracuda
I negotiate Mack is the shooter
You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney
We break breads with accountants and attorneys
Currency never worry me (never)
Who's got the balls to murder me
Degree higher than a 33
Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)
Never tell em what you thinking
Never tell em where the body stinking
Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, banking Franklin what you thanking
Hope your man come with the ransom
Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome
If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him

[Chorus]

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Them west coast niggas is real set trippas
Will get you for them zippers, on a quest for them chippas
Sliding while we riding, not even hitting switches
Hanging at the high school getting at them young bitches
I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)
Where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out
Hanging at my grand mama house, homie burnt out
What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun
So I put him on a move that I know about
Hooked him with a home girl from the South (good looking out)
Money made, plug a player in the game
Especially when he represent the same thing I claim
Damn they don't make niggas like they used to
That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real)
Cause everybody wanna be a star
In the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar

[Chorus]

[Mack 10]
What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)
Well known riders from different sides of the West
Got the hi-zoes licking up so hard we sticking up niggas
Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up
Nigga please we ain't tripping off C's and B's
It's the West side Connect with the DPG's
For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab
Always capping, Mack, Cube and Snoop rapping
Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)
So peep game If you could
Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood
Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise
Two well known enemies now becoming allies
In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way
Some wear red and black and some sport blue and gray
So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang
So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]
There we have it, Ice motherfucking Cube
The big fish, rolling with the atomic dog
Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader
Mack motherfucking 10, coming back once again
Nigga we make and spend nigga

And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom

She wants me to break it half
So I'mma crack it like Humpty Dumpty
Her brothas want jump me
But but motherfuck a lil trick
She can get the dicka dee dick dick down south or in her mouth
Bustin' nigs I like to digs dark meat
Big booty but no cellulete
I'll grab it stab it cause I gots to have dag nabbit
Fuck it like rabbit
want to make it holla
Oh what the hell
Bust a right turn 12 dollar motel
Cause in the hood that's the best a nigga get
Small room smelling like cigarettes
Look girl it's a bed and builing
So stop acting like you gotta have the Hilton
It's four walls so drop your drawls and get cozy
Cause I'mma break you off something at the Mozi-Wozi

Chorus:
*Woman moans*
(Mozi-Wozi)
Mack 10 bitch
(Niggaz make a children)
Foe life
(Bitch I'll be there)
You got damn right
(If it cares to trip 'em)

Before we get busy go and take a shower
But hurry up shit cause we only got an hour
And I plan to be in it up to win it a good 45 minutes
And break that back down
Stick yo ass in the air and lay yo head flat down
Waking up the neighbors nothing can save ya
But I hope I don't catch the vapors
Cause funky ass cock is a turn off
It gets me hotter than pace paconie sauce
>From New Yor City ("New York City")
You got a big ole ass and little bitty titties
But it's cool, cause I can hunt for your chest
And now we getting complaints from the front desk
At my door just to get a peek freak
Motherfucka kinda nozy at the Mozi-Wozi

Bridge: [Mack 10] X4
*Woman moans*
I'm breakin' hoes down 'till their very last complaint
Ass up face down

Ain't no frontin' on the pussy that I'm gettin'
Name is Mack 10 but fuck it I'm still sweating
You won't believe all the wreak I'm catching
I'm hard as a brick and my rubber is stretching
See a motel bed can take a pounce
When you give it more bounce to the ounce
And I'm feeling it from the way I'm hung
And I'm killing it I might puncture a lung
Now the Mozi-Wozi is the place for chillin'
But the bathroom towels ain't worth stealin'
The T.V.'s broke and the carpet is dirty
And you got till about 12:30
To have yo ass out
But don't fuck around and get drunk and pass out
Cause before I can finish this rhymes
You hear a buzzer and a bitch yealen check out time

Chorus

Bitch so don't even trip
(Mozi-Wozi)

Bridge X2

Bitch

Let's go...

You can hear it bumpin through the door
It's a party jumpin on the floor
And from the way it sound it ain't no doubt (whassup?)
That the West coast is in yo' mouth

[Mack 10]
Yea, yea
It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me
So po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me
I'm a hustler, gettin cash like crazy
Hard grindin pays me, work ethic is never lazy
Block hugger, the hood raised me
And she, won't be happy 'til she lays me
No, you never seem to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"
A whole lot of haters out there it seem
But I flip 'em all off and keep doin my thing
I'm a boss about, when I Inglewood swing
Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring
Now ding ding - let the bell ring
And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring, sing

[Chorus]
Meanwhile I be indeed
and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Cause I'm livin like a G you intrigued
and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin cause it ain't nuttin to me
but I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Hah, hah, hah - I can see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

[Mack 10]
Look - you local cats is just small potatoes
No names, cause this addressed to ALL the haters
From the 'Wood, there is NONE greater
Mack the headliner and y'all are spectators
Remember "Foe Life?" I put the 'Wood in it
And looked out for you when your own hood didn't
And plus you forgot who was payin your bills
Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal
For me good livin, y'all independently rhymin
You got the hustle game backwards, you nickle and dimin
Oh hip-hop classics? I make 'em AND got 'em
And yo' group, ain't been heard of past the Bottoms
I can't go to my turf, and mingle with my G's
I got one word to say about that one - what? Please
Chickenhawks, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing
And all this hatin just let me know I'm doin my thing, sing

[Chorus]

[Interlude: repeat 2X]
Hoo-Bang, Hoo-Ride
All day, all night
Throw dubs, up high
Westside, foe life

[Mack 10]
Now tell me, is it the deuce-ones on the Bentley?
The lowriders, the mansions, is that why you resent me?
Smile in my face, and act so friendly
Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy
Say bruh, what part of the game is that?
You got ways like a dame and how LAME is that?
Actin like a groupie around famous cats
And it's strange, you don't have no shame in that
I got your card playboy, but I ain't trippin
You know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin
Get dough by bunches, donatin and tippin
Let it ride on the Harley, and six-fo' dippin
Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean
I'm like a leprechaun, I want nuttin BUT green
Avoid the haters, and for the party scene
Copped a rock from the D-are to make the head ring, sing

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Mack 10]
Mack one-oh, Hoo-Bangin' foe life! And it don't quit
Take a picture trick; yeah, take a picture trick, yea
It might make ya RICH.. Wessssyde ri-ders, BAY-BAY!!
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up)
(Oh yeah)
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker)
(Nothing but the cavi)
Hey, Daz (Sup)
Check this out, dog

[Mack 10]
Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back
And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be

[Dat Nigga Daz]
It ain't no questions asked
You down to blast for me?
Down to ride for me?
Down to die for me?
I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep
Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked
We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub

[Kurupt]
We in the war zone,
Where the war's on
Where ya gun, nigga?
Show em where you're from, nigga
Riding-ass young nigga
Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force
He's out to catch a body
Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party
Now he's walking around smarter
Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping
I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something

[Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}]
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you want to trip, we got the straps near}

Cause niggas like us do platinum every year
(And if I ruled this sphere)
{Your shit'd disappear}

Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
And wave em all around like ya just don't care
We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi

[Mack 10]
I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast
Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most
Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, fuck around and be a single
From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls
Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls
We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it
But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked

[Dat Nigga Daz]
I'll be god damned
I'm in it for a meal ticket
And the goal's successful
I don't know who to prove a show
Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
Y'all don't know us like that,
Where the gang-banger's hang at
They "Daz, are you a rider?"
I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood
On a cash mission bailing hood to hood

[Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice
Forever in the day
Say what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,
It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash
When you're in the neighborhood of assassins
What you say?

[Chorus]

[Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)]
What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
All day night, and all night long
When you wake up in the morning
And you start to yawn
All day night, and all night long
See'mon, see'mon

(Yeah, dub S.C.G.
D.P.G.C.
Ha ha ha,
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
It might make ya rich
Bitch)
Death Row

Do the damn thang! Ya dun-da-dunts! ..
[repeat "Do the damn thang" in background of intro]
[talking]
In the west, they do the damn thang..
In the east, they do the damn thang..
In the south, they do the damn thang..
In the north, they do the damn thang..
The whole world, do the damn thang..

[Mack 10]
I do the damn thang, I let my nuts hang
And of course I`ma Inglewood swang (swang..)
Off the top - fuck cops!
Rollin through the hood in an ol` school drop
Six fo`s - pimp those
Hoes after shows with the SWAT meet cothes
Low-ride - Wessyde!
And all bitch-ass niggaz betta hide
Big wheels - ex-peels
I sign nuttin but eight-figure deals
Shoot blocks - sell rocks
Mack 10 got the block on lock (do the damn thang)
Crack bitches - get riches
Stay gangsta and FUCK all snitchas
Bust nines - flatlines
Killa Cali riders and gang signs

[Chorus]
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wha?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wh-wha?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (wha?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (who?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (who?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. *vocal scratching*

[Mack 10]
Long braids - bandanas (long braids)
Three mil` on a house in Atlanta (hot man)
Test coupes - triple beams
And keep work for the neighborhood fiends
Starched khakis - red chucks (get your walk on)
Red everythang, cars and trucks (gon` do it like that?)
Yes y`all and - big ballin
Shut the town down nigga, shot callin
Fo` life - with stripes (AH-HA!)
CMR keep it crackin all night (see that)
Dominoes - dice games
G`d up and I got hood fame
Westside - platinum chains
Waistline, that`s my new thang (wes-syde!)
All year - fresh gear
Cross a nigga, fuck around and disappear

[Hook]
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (uh-uh.. uh-uh..)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (uh-uh.. wha?)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. *vocal scratching*

See.. see.. see..
"Do the.."

[Mack 10]
Bitch please - six threes
Candy paint with the triple gold D`s
Big drums - load clips
Close range with the hollow-point tips
Twenty cars - ten bikes
Chuck Taylor`s or the Air Force Nik`s
Throat peelers - get scrilla
My whole crew ex-cons and killaz
Inglewood - is my hood
Represent and it`s all to the good
Fast cars - big stars
Hundred thou on every 16`s doors
Fuck you - and yo` crew (uh-huh?)
Whattchu bitch-ass niggaz want to do?
Let it rain (oh) - and make ya pay (oh!)
Get money nigga do the damn thang!

[Hook]
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (oh, oh)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (Mack 1-0)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (CMR, Hoo-Bangin)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (do the damn thang)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (you see it)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (you see how I say)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (I know you see how I say)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang.. (ya dun-da-dunts)
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang..

[talking]
See, you do the damn thang
If you still gon` sleep witcha baby mama
'cause you know it`s gon` be drama
But you take care of yo` kids
You done the damn thang (do the damn thang)
When you go back to the hood, knowhamsayin?
And lay it down (do the damn thang)
Buyin Cutlass`s and all that kinda foolishness whatever
You do the damn thang [repeat "Do the damn thang" in background]
Knahmsayin? See how I`m sayin..
If you a ugly dude and you got a whole lotta money
and the chicks jock you, then you do the damn thang!
And you know you ugly and you got some bad chicks,
you do the damn thang.. you feel that?
If you a ugly chick or you was fine once
you know where you was fine and then ate it
And you might bust right now, and you big ya dig?
In the two thousand, if they still jock you, then you do the damn thang!
.. y`all see`s how I say it, do the damn thang...