Recipe (explicit)

[snoop dogg talking]
Hahaha, yeah.
You're about to witness something you never thought you'd witness
Before.
Check this out.

[snoop dogg]
Welcome to the house the d-o double g built
We got honey, cream, silk and milk
We make that big bank and keep that big shank
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take
Nigga don't think dogg slips at all
I make chips for crips and the beat dogs
True niggas, do niggas, hey you niggas
Can't get with us cuz we rip shit up
It's mack dime, and d-o dub
Here's a toast to the most, westcoast love
Fo sho though, i let you know from the get go
Pullin on my endo, rollin through the wood with my kin dog

[mack 10]
Not de la soul, but fresh on parole
Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole
I'm know to the peoples as the inglewood swanger
Been rollin gold danas since a bg banger
It's a dog eat dog world in the city that i'm claimin
And niggas say we bangin cuz our colors be flamin
But i'd rather push crack, let the bank roll stack
I show snoop how to whoop and then i front him a sack

[snoop dogg]
Nigga better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As i fall into the mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who i never knew
Cold thing about it is that the niggas kept it true
Inglewood family is what they claim to bang
Street rue and maddog, i think that was his name
But anyway, what can i say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in la, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah

[hook:] x 3
Long beach, with the ing

[mack 10]
I'm makin green in the rap scene from coast to coast
And rollin three wheel motion from the woods to the ocean
See snoop and tray dee in the lbc
And wasn't nobody trippin, just cool as can be
No harm up in (?) so the hatas got bigger
But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold plated trigger
And that's fo sho though, you know how it go
Jump in the low low and bang with the homies, fuck a hoe
So keep away crack and leave your bullet proof vest
Dogg there ain't no need for that, we headed west to the qs
Game recognize game, and it always should
It's all good and you niggas got a passion, inglewood
Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like monie
That's on the one and only i keep the big homies for the phonies
So let it be known, from my hood to your town
That connect game niggas is straight down with the pound

[snoop dogg]
Now all my peoples in the lbc pull up a chair and have a dime bag on me
See we be dpgin this, we in this thang to make hits and bump a
Bitch and maintain
Cuz the more better you get, the more cheddar you get
The more shit you talk, the more wet up you get
See, i found out quick, don't say shit
Just take care of yours, and handle it quick
Yeah, it don't stop for biggie or tupac
Niggas been gettin shot on my block
But we got to make a change and the thang is this
I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist
But i wish upon a star
To stay down with mack dime, pushin caviar
The real recognize the real, i'll kill for that nigga
Ing dpg, deal with it nigga, for real

[hook] x 2

[snoop dogg]
They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame
Some claim twenty crip but most claim insane
See it's not a lifestyle, it's a full time job
And if you live in long beach, it's like a macabre
>from blunt to blunt, everybody's bad
And if you don't know where you at you better tuck in your rag
Push heat on the street, with chuck d's on his feet
Makin money slangin tapes up out the compton swap meet

[mack 10]
Up jumps the boogie some niggas gang bang
So keep a big steel if it's a real g thang
But i kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so i'm callin all hogs
It's connect gang rollin with the pound and snoop dogg
And everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be
It's long beach with the ingle dub o-o-d city

[hook] (till fade)

[mack 10 talking]
Yo, mack 10, with just a few of the hoo bangin affiliates.
Cj mac, binky mac, boo kapone, and the homie techniec.

[mack 10]
Now here we go, it's the show stopper, noodle knocker
Gung ho, 1-o fo sho the door clocker
I keep it rough with that red or blue shit
Hoo bang crew shit, recipe new shit
It's off the hinges, and my friends is
Rollin, twelve cylinder benz's with the chrome 20 inches
So fuck all the haters and the non believers
Punk niggas and bitches, hood rats and divas
Now platinum's automatic gangsta rap fanatic
No static shit with the radio and watch em add it
Hoo bang affiliates in that ass like a thorn
What's your favorite song? don't hate, sing along
I'm blindin niggas slowly with the iced out rolly
Leave your shirt holy with the glock pistol-ly
So, hang around for the go down
Hip-hop classic bound as i clown, house to town
And have it my way, jewlery parvay
Mack 10 got your hottie hot as the mojave
Want the recipe? then you fellas best to be
Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me

[techniec]
No bustas, no peace
Rock the black fleece, techniec
In the gray off caprice, dogs stay off the leash
Peep this, my click's nothing but heat bitch
Kick flows, stay on your toes, stay away from hoes
I know bitches that turn you on and turn on you
Kiss the hook ass nigga, pull a burn on you
That ain't the way i do thangs i hoo bang
So more niggas, more bigger, more heat, ready to blow triggers
Show niggas, recipes, hoes, guns and funds
Blowfish, big tits, dubs and hunds
With nothin but redrumin when the heat start hummin
Empty the tech nina till these niggas stop comin
Young innovative, long beach native
This holocaust bust off and make it demostrative
You niggas don't want test me
Dynamic on my right connect to the left of me
Form the recipe

[hook:] x 2
If you ain't in this for the money what you in it for?
We got the recipe, best to be, in it for the dough!

[binky mac]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Gettin closer to god tryin to clutch what i can't touch
Time to get paper in the wind like a caper
Hoo bangin affiliate, niggas it's gonna take ya
Flossy ass rolex that's iced to the sickle
Bitches up on the pickle since the bank roll tripled
Now nigga what? when you see binky mac, throw it up!
Most underrated nigga that's hated, now give it up

[boo kapone]
I ride for connect gang, die for connect gang
Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang
Down with the 1-o, meet me in the jungle
Fly, gettin high by the motherfuckin tunnel
A sick ass nigga, that's how i gotta be
Smack my bitch up, like my name was prodigy
Two glocks, four fifths and ak's
Cut off khakis, house shoes and murder braids
I stay flamed up, never been tamed up
My little homie died last year, i hit his name up
For the 99 i'm yellin redrum
Quick to hit you up with two fingers and a thumb
I smash fools cuz cash rules, like castro
You want these fuckin slugs fast or slow, hoe?
Oh, i got the 44 for all y'all bj been day hoes
Get wet up with the dress oh fo sho

[hook] x 4

[cj mac]
Motherfuckers better know, want la, you must see me
Fuck the niggas frontin on tv
City locked, got the key to the streets baby
Better know who to greet 'fore you creep baby
Hear me talkin bout gangbang niggas sport red and blue
Like a missle pierce stomach tissue
Top 20 motherfucker you, make a nigga wanna muzzle you
We kidnap for snaps, big hitter big stacks
Pool hall nigga made good
Gangbang nigga got rich and stayed hood
Dome shots, playa, you play about domein me
Jumpin on the knee, it's too late, you're shot, plow!
Fuck around and get your channel changed
Handle thangs with the german
Hit the sherm-an
Leave em squirm-an
C mac, twista get rich
Ain't nobody gon snitch, we's hoo bangas bitch
Check this style playa, check this technique
Check the way i ride or walk playa
Check the way i ride or speak
I stay suited and booted, bandannaed and tatted
Cris don mowed up, mac don blowed up, got em sewed up
Nigga who bangin? who's sangin?
All this cheddar round me, niggas think i'm through bangin
But nah, hoo ridas bust straps and love dough
If you ain't in this for the cheddar what you in this for?
You know?

[hook] x 4

[mack 10]
Hoo-bangers (wassup!!!)
Y'all ready? (fo' sho'!!!!)
Well let's do this shit
I'ma start this bitch off, and y'all run it, check it, uhh

On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the #1 crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I buy my '57 rag until my '98 jag
And just roll all over the town on 20 inch wheels
And just, brag all about the mils i made on mic skills
I slang and do my thang keepin niggas on amp
It's mack 10 kickin shit from the hoo-bangin camp

[k-mac]
Haha (nigga)
I just, wake up and ball y'all (whattup k-mac?)
Comrade criminals and y'know we fades em all (that's right)
I'm hittin six on the teatley
And i'm ridin on you busters cos that's how it gotta be (it got to be)
Niggas please, cadillacs on deez (on deez)
And in the middle of the winter, it's still 89 degrees (that's right)
We's die hard, pullin job nigga's hall cards
Best to check our records cos we's smack ???? ???? (that's right)

[techniec]
I kill a nigga ten times, leave em on concrete (whattup techniec?)
Tight shit make ya say "damn, tech got bomb heat" (hahaha)
First nigga that speak like "i don't believe you"
First nigga who face touch ass fore before his knees do (god damn!)
Nigga, i ain't tryin to please you, know that
I'm no joke, black, you can quote that, i wrote that
I hold mac's with 2-1's
Plus the deuce-5's at my side so i got two guns (that's right)

Chorus:

It don't stop til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, hoo-bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap tryin to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them straight b's and c's

[mc eiht]
G'yeah (wassup? whattup eiht?)
Ready to go to war, i take you to war
Hoo-bangin as i buck thru your passenger door (buck buck)
Bust, grab your bitch and tell her hit the floor (hit the deck, bitch)
Give it a fuck, blood pour, what we came here for (that's right)
Til i die, why camoflage? i'm in a dodge (wassup nigga?)
Your homies can't see me, i'm greedy, call me idi
Speedy, the fire spits, kicks like the last dragon
Connects the clock wit the glocks, g'yeah

[cj mac]
I'm a motherfuckin westside gangbang, low ride nigga (yeah)
A 600 benz ride, cristal sipper (nigga)
You don't wanna fuck with me, you're high, nigga (what?)
Fuck with this here, you disappear, listen to me clear
6-double 0 bang, ace double o gang
Run up in banks and run trancs, what's my fuckin name? (what's my name?)
Cj l-a-richwold, right here for the scrap
Less risk for the roller, killin niggas over

[wc]
So-so bangin, steady and packin on chrome, up under the *?could?*
Swingin packages from sc to inglewood
Runnin up on ya, puttin em on ya wit these knuckle hammers, mayn
It's the shadiest ridah loc, quick to let the barrel claim
Dub-c, one of the last niggas you wanna get wit, with these things i'm
'quipped with
Bitch, i'm a couple of sandwiches away from a picnic
Clippin nothin but hoggs, i'm from the seaside of the walls
What's connectin with these doggs? nigga, ballin til we fall

[boo kapone]
???? knees and c's, slangin cd's
Overseas, the vietnamese and japanese (uhh)
Ya get got, your ass'll get shot
Have you on your hands and knees like you was makin sulac
What's the plot? nigga, from here to reno
Boo kapone got three cases up in chino (nigga)
I smash, i blast for the cash, i smoke hash
I ripped your ass in half, don't niggas do the math? (niggas)

Chorus

[binky]
Y'all don't wanna get down! fuck y'all fools
Ya best laydown! get clowned when we spray your whole town
The jock coon aka binky mac, nigga!
Porsche or gat? put you flat then i ditch my strap (throw it away)
What's the haps, mayn? jockin a whole crap game
Mack 10 put a nigga on in, so now i hoo-bang (get yours, nigga)
New jordans with my usual p hat
B-mac, if i ever go broke i'm grabbin my ski mask

[thump]
Nigga, i'm a baller, inglewood dweller, ho seller
Schemin for the pussy four times, do your duty
Bustle up in this and tatted up
Live and die for the west, but ain't had enough
It's a hoo-bang thang, they say a "nigga, where ya homey be?" like
(don't slow your roll) too late i'm banged out
I'm livin crucial, do this here on major *?zera?*
I live for violence and motherfuckers feel the terror

[tha roadawgs]
Rise up when you other fools is fallin
The dawgs is who you gon' call, we on the ball like spalding
Trick, it's the infamous macs from the i
Hit the switch, in the lac, and go from low-to-high
Drive by, yeah g loves swamp rat and thug dumpin
Bumpin, see me from roadawgs, always into somethin
Like nwa, hoo-bangin, the r-e-c-i-p-e, yeah
We fades em all, like jamal
It's westside connect gangbang or ball? (nigga)
Just ask the lil' homey do dirty
We get drunk and start beatin fools up at the pool party

Chorus (x2)

[mack 10]
Yeah, gettin ours, westside connect ogz
Hoo-bang for the cheese, nigga
You know about this crew
Try to see it or l-i-g it, nigga, wuz happenin?

Intro:

(*man, have you heard this stuff?
This gangsta rap? it's fuckin bullshit.
They're just talkin about dealin drugs and,
Beatin on people and shit,
Carryin guns to the studio. it's fucked up shit.
And y'know, you niggas
Can't communicate with people*)
[mack 10] aw fuck you, you punk ass motherfucker
What the fuck you mean we can't communicate with people?
I tell you what, since we can't communicate, eh-eh
Eh b (yo) i'm gonna write this motherfucker a letter (alright)
Eh dogg, hand me my notebook (here you go, dogg)

Verse one:

To whom it may concern whoever you may be
Before you criticise, try to understand me
If this shit do a million everytime you drop it
Then you would be foolish to change the topic
I straight fiend for the cheddar, you know i got to get it
So i swing for the fence everytime i hit it
I been raised around the gangsta shit since elementary
With gz and the feds and the state penitentiary
I'm from the place where the enemies put the scope on you
And when the police pull you over they plant dope on you
But you do what you need to feed your kids and your girl
But you bastards don't even understand my world
What you know about bangin, drug distributin and lootin
Eviction notices and, drive-by shootin?
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know

Chorus:

I do it all for the cash, scrilla and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap then i gotta sell blow
To whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
*repeat*

Verse two:

I done had it up to here with the ass kissin
Plus a nigga fed up with the media dissin
Politicians protest and hate like the rest
While niggas in the ghetto remain under stress
But i stay gangsta, keep bangin and hittin switches
While some west coast gz act like bitches
How the fuck you gonna speak against gangsta rap, nigga?
When that's what the fuck made you a gang of snaps, nigga
Fool was the shit, now how could you dare
Become a millionaire and forget what got you there?
Fuck that, i hit a stick laced with embalment fluid
And make jams that make ya b and c walk to it
I was able to bang the hood and pack a fo'-fo'
Avoid the po-po and become a rap pro
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know

Chorus

Verse three:

I keep my pants saggin and my boxers showin
And nigga it's hoo bangin for life in case you ain't knowin
Look at the cops, i know they fed around and fiest out
Peepin me cos i'm a thug and the watches iced out
I got homies cookin chemicals like a chemist
Next thing ya know we're outta town with birds flippin like a gymnast
All we know is bang or boss so we're jugglin
Can't get a job with two strikes so we're drug smugglin
Wit heat on my back like i'm solar, wit a pistola
Mashin thru the ghetto witta car fulla yola
But i'd rather write rhymes and rap over beats
And if they ban that then a nigga still got to eat
In every situation poverty's what i'm facin
So i leave shell cases and keep my smoker's free basin
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know

Outro:

Ps, all you punk motherfuckers out there
Hatin on us young niggas gettin all this money, eat a dick!
Cos we gon' stay rich, and continue to do our
Thang and forever hoo ridin and hoo bang, nigga

Chorus to fade

[fat joe talking] (mack 10)
Yeah, terror squad motherfucker!
(and the hoo bangin affiliates.) uh huh.
I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas.
(nope.) east coast, west coast. (it's all the same.)
Joey crack, big pun, mack 10.
(speak on it, joe.)
Haha, niggas what!

[fat joe]
At times i feel like blastin myself, endin it all
Niggas on my same team be prayin i fall
Tellin the feds, that i'm still cappin the raw
Know all about the stash box on the floor of my porshe
Boy george-in it, livin the life of the fortunate
Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get
My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?
Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin
But it appears your empire's fallen
Fuckin with joe and pun, real niggas since day one
The same cats you get ?terroria? from
East coast, west coast, man it's all the same
Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame
It's still insane, since the flow track
Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black

[hook:] x 2
It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big pun, fat joe, mack 10 baby

[big punisher]
Check what you never thought
Pun and joe, the kings of nueva york
Spittin thoughts with twin, mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest cuz killers walk in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you talkin like you crazy
Barkin like you eighty
Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby
Don't try to play me cuz i'm not a playa
Hey yo i shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I'm out to make a million dollies but still i'm rowdy
So i hope it happen rappin before i have to kill somebody
That's how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you
And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? coke is in
Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today

[hook] x 2

[mack 10]
I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya
And if y'all don't get him, i promise i'll try
Hoo bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit
Mack 10, big pun and joey crack
Real niggas push big weight and big sacks
Y'all said it was cool, i got to ok this
I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this
It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be precise
If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life
From the school of hard knocks, inglewood to the bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks
Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on hen
Ts and mack 10, so let the games begin

[hook] x 2

[mack 10]
This song is dedicated
To all the up and coming rappers, singers, hustlers, actors
Whatever you may be remember:
Without no struggle, you get no progress
So keep grindin, keep on mashin, get yours

Chorus: gerald levert

You're nothin far from comin up (keep on)
Money's just a touch away (keep on)
So keep on grindin don't give it up (keep on)
There'll always be another day (keep on)

[mack 10]
And now i'm sittin at the pad, teary eyed and depressed
Starvin and sufferin from mental stress
Now a true center to the game of beginner
But hard to feel like a winner when you eat spreads for dinner
Hit the streets late night in the form of star mushin
On the 211 mission just to pay tuition
For my kids i got to grind and develop street saavy
Servin stress cause i just ain't got enough to cop cavi
But i can't stop, i won't stop, til i got it made
Either build my clientele, get a job or learn a trade
Like hip-hop, and make enough to live good forever
So i learned to write the rhymes and get my metaphors together
Then i joined a rap crew, with the homies on my street
Sellin underground tapes out the local swap meet
Gettin tighter on the mic, as i worked day to day
So now i lay down at night, and i hear voices say, "mack"

Chorus

[mack 10]
Now i'm new to the scene, h as in hard, n as in nympho
So like epmd, could you _please listen to my demo?_
I left the local crew, felt like i was the man
In popular demand and now ready for soundscan
So i searched for a deal with no luck i kept rappin
Felt like it would take a miracle to make it all happen
Marble said it was a test, "mack don't do nuttin wrong!
Just have faith in god and keep your hustle goin strong
Stay hongry, keep writin, don't quit you're too close
Remember good things come to those who want it most"
So i never left the house, without my rap book
Thought i found a new crew but eventually got shook
First they said i was cool, but then started to doubt me
Put me on the backburner and just forgot all about me
Partna said i wasn't fresh, and sent me on my way, but you know what?
As i was leavin, i could hear voices say, "mack"

Chorus

[mack 10]
Now the tables turned, but i remember they used to clown me
The hard work paid off, and luck finally found me
So call every publication, billboard and the editor
And tell em mack's being signed by dude workin on _the predator_
I got the midas touch, now everything be the bomb
Hooked up with the don, now made a few mill-ion
I don't bang i write the good rhymes, you know about mines
Man i'm the tightest mc, ice cube ever signed
Now if ain't the radio, it's a video shoot
Livin life in the limelight, with a bank full of loot
Now my crew is solid, shook the haters and the leeches
Runnin full court at my house with our girls on the beaches
Plus the violence is ceased, no more bi-coastal beef
Cause now i get down with the north south and the east
I reminisce on hard times, seem like yesterday, but now
Hoo bangin' is official and i remember they used to say, "mack"

Chorus

[levert] money's just a touch, just a simple touch
Money's just a touch away..
Money's just a touch, just a simple touch
Money's just a touch away..

[mack 10] man i knew i was gonna make it, but they didn't believe me
Yaknowhati'msayin? clowned me -- gon' be a rapper, what?
Hahahaha