Based on a True Story

E-40 talking: mack onedime, excuse me playboy
Aiight check this out, aiight nigga check this out
We crimeys right that mean you my pa'tner in crime
Like that check this out, let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been plugged up
From l.a. to the bay you understand we doin' big thangs
Big thangs mothafucka, big thangs fool. check it out!

Aiight one o this e feezee, i gotta i gotta
Thank my math teacher count dracula
For just teachin' a brother to you know
Count his marbles you know
What about you?

Verse 1 (mack)
You see i can't stop i won't stop
'til i check a mil i need a super bad bitch
And a house on the hill
365 7days i believe crack pays
My estates been guarded by pit bulls and ak's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like i should
'cause a nigga livin' good
Don't mean he went hollywood
Dog i practice my craft
So each year i get better
To stay ghetto and clever
But be richer than ever

(e-40) fonzerelli man i thought you was a rebel
I am but tell me this then
Why you move up out the ghetto (the ghetto)
Mothafucka i am the ghetto
I beg yo pardon
Nigga i was grindin' tryin to take off niggas heads
Flossin' & fuckin' hoes when you was in kindergarten
Nigga this ain't lenny and squiggy
This e-feezee & mack teezee
Fuckin' with italian romaine pasta chicken tortellini
Thirty odd six custodian, with the scope
Far from nickelodeon no shit no joke
Southern cali up north see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun
Report it stolen
Plead the 5th but don't snitch
No case 'cause they're po po
And they mami know that 12 gage equipment can be traced
Stand on ya bunions
Nigga don't try to get caught in his drawers
'cause them 2.2.3's be penetratin' through walls
Plus i got warrants and shit
Didn't pay child support
Thinkin' about skippin' town
Movin' to shreveport.
Bitch

Chorus
(mack 10) you see i can't stop i won't stop
'til i check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(e-40) from l.a. to the yay see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
(mack 10)you see i can't stop i won't stop
'til i check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(e-40) see you my dude right
That mean we pa'tnas in crime
It's forty fonzarelli and mack dime (mack dime) bitch

Verse 2
(mack 10) forty i'm the one bro that's in the mix like gumbo
Now how can i stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now throw the top back on the 'rarri
And bang gears on these niggas
And watch what the money show you
About niggas that don't know you
Busters is gone hate
Real g's is happy foe ya
It's mack dime on the grind
Fool it's my time to shine
Now would you niggas kick back
And let me get mine
(e-40) causin' havoc sparkin' up chaos
Bringin' the ruckus heavy metal heaters
Mobb, under buckets
If ya can't beat us
Then join us get on the team
Streetsweepers grenades rifles
And m1 car beams
Dice games craps bets over car titles
Pink slips cash money
Watchin' out for rival gang members beefin'
Bad weather but it all boils down to
Who got the most paper

Chorus

Verse 3
(mack 10) i shoot 'em up like syringes
I know what real ends is
Lo lo's harley davis and big body benzes
Ain't been faded so far on my wrist
I got a r hundred thousand dollar car
'cause i push the caviar
So what's up what you need everybody huddle up
Got that 2 for 1 special with the rock called double up
So get lit take a hit shop is open all day
From l.a. to the bay it's mack 10 & e-fortaay
(e-40) sometimes i wonder if it's worth this
Fuckin' with the law tryna make it look like
I'm runnin' a legitimate tow truck service
With a just say no to drug bumper sticker
On the back window (back window)
Knowin' i been smokin' a gang of indo
Around the corner four houses down across the way way
Make a right and then a left
Over there by safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you wanna spend
Seperate the 20's from the 1's 5's and 10's
Slick sly sharp narcotic vendors
Always do business in shopping centers
Buck 'em stick 'em stuck 'em don't ever fuck me
Hate 'em bleed 'em love 'em shit can get ugly

Chorus

Hoo bang hoo ride (2x)
Hoo ride hoo bang
Who be ridin' who be bangin' (westside) ride nigga
(repeat)
Fuck 'em and feed 'em cold sardines, cold sardines
(repeat)

Talking: the record you about to hear is basically true.
The names have been changed to protect the guilty. (you a cold nigga)

Some breathe gangsta shit,
We dream of gangsta shit (repeat)

Verse 1
I hit licks nigga lead the hood in strong arm
'bout to get more chickens than foster farms
Now give it up or die this a mothafuckin' jack
Hustlas guard yo sack the chicken hawk is back
Impatiently waiting out of hunger
My instinct to kill got stronger
My wingspan's longer
My guns loaded up and before you know what hit you
I jump off the wire swoop and then i get you
And fuck a tussle bitch cause all i do is shoot
Put lead in ya dome take ya sack and ya loot
With a foe foe (.44) revolver so my strap ain't a jammer
I want pure peruvian no cuttin' arm & hammer
Gotta take what i need that's how the ball bounces
Now decide if you go die over thirty six ounces
Before i go make sure no cameras in the vents
Pull a feather from my tail and dust off my claw prints
Nigga

Chorus
You knew that i was dangerous
When ya took it
Look the chicken hawk two is after you
(repeat)
In search of super chicken (have you seen him?)
(repeat 4x)

Verse 2
Yo girl gave me the cock
But now she holla rape
So i take her to my nest
And wrap her with the duct tape
Pull my heat out squeeze and make these teflons melt her
And watch blood drip all down the walls like heltah skeltah
Take flight over the woods to drop the body
And hit a lake to rinse off 'cause my feathers all spotty
I stalk once again caught my prey by surprise
Look in his eyes if he lies he dies before sunrise
Where the work at fool the jack is on
You feel the wrath of the chrome
Kick in or get your noodles blown
So hurry the fuck up nigga take me to the safe
It ain't no time to waste with this magnum in ya face
Make one false move i swear the gunshots rang out
First i'ma kill you then i'ma blow ya bitch brains out
A hawks technicality is pecking for his salary
So keep the dope whoopin' while the hawk'll keep swoopin'

Chorus

Mack dime and that's one to grow on mothafuckas.

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse one:

Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise
Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes
It's a whole new game for me like t-lee
It's nine-seven now and i'ma stay sucka free
Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars
As i crease up my khakis and lace up my stars
And everthang is straight i'm in the full zone
Gettin paper every day, it's all i'm trippin on
Cause ain't nothin like a ride in californ-ia
With the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day
It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and i'm clownin all the rookies
With a pocket full of cookies
And mashin to the backyard boogie

Get yo' boogie on [repeat 3x]
And then we comin wit that

Chorus:

Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's the backyard boogie) [repeat 3x]
Backyard boogie oogie oogie [repeat 2x]

Verse two:

Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky
Representin where you from cause it's west till i die
Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth
Been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf
So i bails in the party, everythang is cool
It's niggaz in the hood i ain't seen since high school
And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues
Crips, damus, and other clicks and crews
Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose
It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce
I'm even kickin back, and i'm usually chicken hawkin
The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are c walkin
Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd's gettin bigger
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga
And it's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin
Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin

(unh, straight from inglewood, and you know that it's all good
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
And we comin with that)

Chorus

Verse three

Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look
Ain't nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook
And everybody left with the whole hustla bang
And daisy dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang
You choose or you lose while you conversatin
Enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin
I want homegirl over there in red
Cause baby got backs like mix-a-lot said
When i keep my composure, kick back like a pro
Cause mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe
But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key
Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me
(get yo' boogie on, yeah
Get yo' boogie on, inglewood
Get yo' boogie on, inglewood, pause
Get yo' backyard boogie on)

Chorus

Straight from inglewood, and you know that it's all good
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
Mackness, mackness, unh!
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause
Get yo' backyard boogie on
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Mack 10 ain't no motherfucker rookie
Backyard boogie oogie oofie [repeat 8x]

Chorus

We got bitches on the left, niggas on the right
Bitches wanna fuck, niggas wanna fight
Do what you gotta do, nigga keep it tight
But make um understand its westside foe life

X rated americans most faded, bitch plated niggas in the industry
Got it in for me, but i kick back nigga life is short,
And you don't wanna get put on life support
We wake up early,you aint worthy and got the killas on deck
So the rappers ain't got to get they hands dirty
You wanna battle, hand a bitch the mic
You wanna squab, im too rich to fight
Niggas get him git him, where it hurts to his head squirts puss
Infamous when you aint kin to us
Abuse with crips and bloods, on the loose
Killa cali all we need is an excuse

Chorus

Just remember you niggas that want me to timber
I'm in my swimming pool, in the middle of december
Foe every motherfucka that wanna kill a vet
Make sure he see a silloutte foe his pillows wet
Its the motherfuckin crack king westside nigga lookin mean
So pass the vaseline
Hit the supa green shott the m1 carbeam
It yellow tape on the scene, so join my team
It looks like you need protection, from the westside connection
Punk the world aint yours cause motherfuckas like you do chores

Chorus

Ya'll punk niggas don't got a choice
Yo bitch hear my voice pussy get moist
Bitches in the beauty shop, talkin bullshit
Lyin on which rich nigga done hit
How many dicks did you have stuck in you
The topic is always whose fuckin who
Nappy hair hoes with earrings in they nose
Always seem to fuck the rich bros
A word to your females consumer
You given all the playas tumors
With your hood rat rumors
Just because you gettin your hair cut
Dont you got to spill yo guts
And lie on my nuts

Chorus

When ever you short, and times get hard
Plant indo seeds and watch em sprout in yo yard
And if dope money ain't good, well how come it spends
I give a fuck dolla please or yens ends is ends
It ain't hard to tell, thanks to my clientele
What you call the root of evil
Got a nigga livin' swell
I keep the spot rollin'
Unless i can't up in a raid
But until then fuck it my green thumb keep me paid
Nigga what you want? what you need?
I got plenty pound zone half of zone dime or a twenty
Bullshit walks money talks
It's all about the dough
Don't be mad at me foe hustlin'
That's all a nigga know

Chorus:
(mista dopeman can i get a hit please)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(mista dopeman don't make me beg on my knees)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed

I got the streets sewed up, from yo hood to my block
I cook powder cocaine and serve it when it rock
I done came up dog, i got a big body coupe
Cause i take my caviar and i scretch it with woop
Ballin' beyond and above from a key to a dove
Nigga get yo work from me cause i give the hommie love
On tripple beam skales you name it i sells
I got the baddest bitches plus the bombay jewels
And if it ever get short it won't take long to pop back
Doin' about a buck fifteen up the coast with my top back
I got a show to do, the kitchen is my stage
And since i'm headed o.t.
Pick me on my sky page

Chorus

Smoke until you fry, you say depression is yo alibi
Water get you so high niggas think they can fly
I got a bombay batch of that shit, makin' a meant
Leave you crazy kinda bent with super natural strengh
So i keep the tech ready do blast cause i will
And extra jug to embombthe first nigga that i kill
So miss me with that bullshit fool don't even trip
My jugs already full and my sticks already diped
So come trough the spot if not spend money when you can
Cause when it comes to narcotics call mack the dopeman
Now woop woop look at me all in the s coupe
Ballin' like i'm playin' hoop and i'm straight sellin loop

Chorus:
(mista dopeman can i get a hit please)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(mista dopeman don't make me beg on my knees)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(mista dopeman can i get a hit please)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(mista dopeman don't make me beg on my knees)
Bitch tell me what you need, tell me what you need
(mista dopeman can i get a hit please)

Mack 10 to the rescue (x3)

Bitch you ain't get no motherfuck...
Not a motherfuckin thang from me
Now get

[ice cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)

Chorus:

Only in california
Where niggaz pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)
Only in california (california)
Where niggaz pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)

Ice cube the mutherfuckin don
Snoop doggy dogg a.k.a. tha doggfather
Mack 10 alias the chicken hawk
Gangstas with rules
Cause youse the niggaz with no rules
Ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose

Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the baracuda
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 thinkin
Never tell em where the body stankin
Fuck lincoln, fuck jackson, bankin franklin what you thankin
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 westcoast niggaz is real set trippas
Wwill get you for them zippas, on a quest for them chippas
Slidin while we ridin, not even hittin switches
Hangin at the high school gettin 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
Hangin at my grandmama 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 homegirl from the south (good lookin out)
Money made, plug a playa in the game
Especially when he represent the same thing i claim
Damn they don't make niggaz 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 ridas from different sides of the west
Got the hi-zoes lickin up so hard we stickin up niggaz
Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up
Nigga please we ain't trippin off c's and b's
It's the westside connect with the dpg's
For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab
Always cappin, mack, cube and snoop rappin
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 grey
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 motherfuckin cube
The big fish, rollin with the atomic dog
Snoop doggy dogg, down with the ring leader
Mack motherfuckin 10, coming back once again
Nigga we make and spend nigga

And my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom