unknown

feat. baby, lac, stone

[baby]
(all gravy nigga, fuck)
Fuck them niggas cause they bitch made anyway
Can't come in tha hood, i hope he got an a-k
He crossed tha line, nigga dropped a dime
Then he ran to those white folks sayin' i tried
I stunna one of a kind you muthafucka
Catch me in tha summer in a rag top hummer
Nigga pack yo tools, nigga pay yo dues
Been a g about this gangsta shit, it ain't no rules
Nigga cook yo food, hard ki's we move
Then yo get up on tha stand & you cross yo dude
Let them people play you nigga, now it's time to lose
Got some killas in tha pen wanna give you tha blues
An on tha outside niggas do what they do
We in tha projects grindin' wit that girl or tha poo
Yo whole family ain't safe cause i'm killin' 'em too
I put a hit on every nigga that's close to you

[chorus]
Little jive ass nigga - we can never be friends
Oh bitch made nigga - we can never be friends
You a pussy muthafucka - we can never be freinds
We can never be friends, we can never be friends
You fuckin' up a nigga work - we can never be friends
You put a hoe before yo homies - we can never be friends
You turnin' state on yo homies - we can never be friends
Nigga, we could never be friends

[lac]
I was raised around dope & crack fiends, stranglers & triple beams
You can not imagine all tha shit that a nigga seen
Now i done seen niggas get they head busted for nothin'
They leave & come back stuntin' like they bout it & wasn't
Better watch them some nigga or stop them some nigga
This a nigga wit a black hooded & pops them a nigga
The people came thru & they done kicked in my ma's do'
They tore up my ma's house & questioned my folks
My momma stood up & said "ain't no lac here,
Get yo dogs, get tha fuck out & don't come back here"
I'm tired of runnin', i can't turn back, i hear tha sirens comin'
Now they can give a lovely fuck why i done it
An all they need to prove is that i fired somethin'
Or hit 9 lil' children
My potna got killed & they say i'm the gunman
You fuckin' right i know him & fuckin' right i done him

[chorus]

[stone]
(look)
I was tha first nigga out tha click wit a cuban connect
An tha first to push a six thru tha nolia project
I broke bread wit all my niggas gave 'em tha prices i get
Turn the projects to condeminiums & diamonds to begets
Was tha first to go to feds, i left my two month old daughter
Her momma said since i left my friends ain't passed a quater
When i rolled out same niggas was in my face again
Like " stone you out early, man we thought you got ten"
We kicked tha bo bo, swapped lies, given hugs & dap
But you know hugs ain't love, niggas is checkin' for straps
Each one of them owein' me a dub, ain't even mention tha snaps
I knew then it was bad blood, i'm bout to twist some caps
Gun in hand, i'm eatin' grits, i haven't done this in awhile
I see one in a blue sedan sharin' kisses & smiles
I creep up on him, popped tha van, ran thru tha crowd
Hit tha corner of washington then i popped up his house

[chorus]

[mack 10]
(yo, yo)
I keep a four pound cocked wit hollows in tha chamber
Been a real lil' nigga since a b-g banger
Plus i'm down wit tha killas no matter red or blue
An too bad i can't say tha same shit bout you
Cause you's a bitch nigga dawg & square as a preist
An you's a snitch nigga dawg cause you told tha police
I hold trial in tha streets & keep it gangsta fa sho
An tha only niggas run to tha law is a hoe
So you was all about tha rah rah shit back then
But yo money ain't long & you know you can't win
Your boy mack a shot caller & if you hate me i feel you
Cause i got enough bread to pay yo homies to kill you
Yo i can kick back, fuck, & have fun all year
An you can snitch, watch your back, & you can still disappear
An while you p-c up i stay mashin' for dollas
So when you ready for tha get down nigga just holla

[chorus] - 2x

1 - [Comrades]
This is for my thugs
Quick to throw slugs
Never was, push and shove
Gang bangin' drug dealers
Hoo-bangin' mug {niggaz}
Penitentiary love {niggaz}

Repeat 1

[Mack 10]
I was raised Q-S'ing, shootin' through your vest and
Quick to redrum and hit water when I'm stressing
Was set, and if I don't, they know who done it
Cuz out of bound {niggaz}, they get killed on the 400
Killa ki's off blood, no debatin' or contemplatin'
I got a stock 64 that's waitin' on these Dayton's
So trip if ya wanna, catch ya slippin', you'se a goner
And respect the street signs next time you're bankin' corners

[Comrades]
Do what I say once, don't make me say it twice
Just give me what I want and everything'll be alright
I'm gettin' it while the gettin' is good
And if you was in my shoes, I know that you would
I got expensive habits, I'm buyin' bud by the pound
Since dub S-C D, everybody wanna be down
We hoo-bangin' on the white and the blue collars
We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars

Woo woo, blue flag tied on my face
In a twin turbo Porche with a glock in my waste
Woo woo, if it's a problem we gon' squeeze 'til empty
We used to flip it on T, but now we flip it on ?
Woo woo, ain't no {nigga} harder than me
Hit the yard harder than me, got the yay harder than me
Woo woo, thug {niggaz} rule the earth
We on The Source in Dickies throwin' up the turf

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

[Mack 10]
I know how to do things one way, and that's illegal
Pullin' two ? and murders out a primed gray Regal
I was taught to get in and out, do what I do fast
Sigh, call up that {bitch} dog, and hit rub on they ass
Next week I'm in Vegas like Dan Tanna, and I
Wipe my finger prints off with my bandana
Make sure it's all clean, then fled the scene
I keep it cold blooded, mean
And do it all for the green

[Comrades]
?? system, mine's control
Pockets on swole and I'm fresh off parole
It ain't no limit to my mashin'
I got weed, caviar, and money in my stash
And laughin', blastin' wit my foot on the gas
And movin' fast and it's all about the cash
And havin' cheddar, with that 23rd letter
Nobody do it better, you know better, you do better {nigga}

Get around in the penitentiary
Born in, drinkin' Hennessy (cousin)
But he no kin to me (cousin)
But he friend to me
Down since elementary, with {niggaz} with tattoos
Kidnapped moves and jack moves, crack rules
In the urban area, servin' crackers with ready rock
Bassheads plague in every spot cuz it's very hot
In the ghetto, we're wetter, we're rockin' Karate like Mister Miaki
Afford Gionni Versace, and wide bodies with the V's on 'em
Chromes with G's on 'em, she's on the left cuz he's on 'em
Some say that I'm loc'd and I'm wild
Because I made my bread with coke and a smile
I ain't loc'd in a while
I'm hittin' corners in heels and caronas
Squeezin' lime inside of Carona's with Ramona from Arizona
And I'm smokin' on a ??, paid in the worst way
Real {niggaz} spill a little liquor to the dirt man

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

feat. big tymers, mickey
(mack 10)
What?

(baby)
Hmm-hmm

(mack 10)
You reday to tell 'em

(baby)
Listen tell 'em about you fresh

Hook 1: (mickey)
We got them things
Got them brains
Got a million dollars locked in the stock exchange
Told the dealer keep the change
When i cop the rings
We lock the game
We got them things

Verse 1:
(mack 10)
I got 30 cars, lived a rich life
Like a hundred hoes & like 3 wives
All guns & no knives (soooo serious)

(baby)
I got 40 cars, fuck a bike
I don't ride
Cause i don't like
It's 3 t's & fuck nights (soooo serious)

(manny fresh)
Well i gotta bike & that bitch on chrome
With a built in 2-way motorola phone
I wear the nights cause my reeboks torn (soooo serious)

(mack 10)
It's inglewood
Not hollywood
Fuck the hills i love the 'hood
I cook the work & i front the goods (soooo serious)

(baby)
Melcamean, magnolia
Calio we all soldiers
Outsidaz get fucked over (soooo serious)

(manny fresh)
Downtown
Nino rounds
In the club parking lot goin' round & round
Po-lice what?
Skirr donuts i'm (soooo serious)

(mack 10)
I don't talk about it
I be about it
I drive by
& bust heat about it
In the front page you'll read about it (soooo serious)

(baby)
I was taught about it
How to be about it
How to hustle 'cane, how to re-route it
If the feds on me nigga i don't doubt it (soooo serious)

(manny fresh)
Nigga please
Money hercules
I shake the flees
Keep bitches on they knees
Have built some trees with white tees i'm (soooo serious)

Hook 2: (mickey)
We got the dough, got the cars
Got the hoes, go the stars
Got them broads in manosaga twars
When i drop my draws
They like "oh my god"

Verse 2:
(baby)
Got 2000, 2-0-2
A rag top that's candy blue
Fuck dubs, it's 22 (soooo serious)

(mack 10)
Gotta 61 & a 62
& a 64 that's light blue
& i don't ride like a domoo (soooo serious)

(manny fresh)
Gotta blacked-out ree
All in the league
Under the seat, keep the dessert eagle
Gotta call my baretta
Make a nigga wetter (soooo serious)
Than a crack head in the summertime with a sweater

(baby)
All platinum, no good
Every album, million sold
C-m-r will never fold (soooo serious)

(mack 10)
Gotta bentley coup & 2 range
& my new spotter it just came
Got work you need them thangs (soooo serious)

(manny fresh)
We the stars
With the cars
& the matching boats
I give away money cause i love my folks
Got the matching gators to go with them coats i'm (soooo serious)

(baby)
Not 1 thang
But 2 thangs
Cmr & hoo bangin'
Where the work cause we do slang (soooo serious)

Hook 2

Verse 3:
(manny fresh)
Don't give a fuck where you're from fuck with us
& i'm a show your pussy ass we ain't scared to bust
From the c-e-o to the rest of us we (soooo serious)

(mack 10)
Chuck taylors & fat laces
& 211's & dope cases
& pit fights & street races (soooo serious)

(baby)
I'm tatooed & slugged up
Absolutely fucked up
Ridin' around in big trucks (soooo serious)

(manny fresh)
Whatever you do nigga do it great
I'm a millionaire homie it's about the cake
If fresh fuckin' made it then the shit gonna shake i'm (soooo serious)

(mack 10)
Night train & koolaide
& thunderbird & gatoraide
& barrettes in my braid (soooo serious)

(baby)
Big stunner, carleon
Godfather, suga don
Frank nitty & al kapone

(manny fresh)
Thunderbird, swiss malt liquor
Tell ya mom you met a real ass nigga
That'll get you with the knife or get you with the trigga i'm (soooo serious)

(mack 10)
Ice cube & dr. dre
& easy-e they made the way
Connect gangin', nwa (soooo serious)

Hook 2

Verse 4:
(baby)
Outkast, b.g.
Hot boys, tlc
Trick daddy & wheezy-whee (soooo serious)

(manny fresh)
You don't know who
Dj screw
Scarfaced nigga & gangsta boo
That nigga woof
& treat a bitch like woof (soooo serious)

(mack 10)
Dominoes, & i shoot dice
Had a gang of roaches & a few mice
Said fuck it nigga that's ghetto life (soooo serious)

(baby)
Got 10 cheddar on my spread
White fox on my bed
With a stocking cap on my head (soooo serious)

(manny fresh)
Bought ahead
The new escalade where a bush fuckin' fed
No i'm so damn paid
For heaven sakes
Right there with bill gates (soooo serious)

(mack 10)
I hit corners, slung blocks
Took hits & bust glocks
Keep it gansta, fuck cops (soooo serious)

(baby)
Ridin' on them oj's
32's with big blades
Dog hoes that give us head (soooo serious)

Hook 2 minus last 2 line

Soooo serious repeated 3 times

feat. b.g.
[b.g.]
Look here my nigga; it's for your own motherfuckin' good
You wanna keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods
If you a stranger caught anywhere in my hood
How you get left, the only thing people can say is "ughh"
I been know for reignin' choppers, bluka-bluka
Been stankin' baller blockers and duckin' coppers
Got a holla, from my nigga mack 10-sion
An told me to meet him at la x and its 'bout some business
I flauge in, he tellin' me some busta trippin'
Please let your lil' dog pay this cat a visit
Fuck wit the o.g. and b.g. get busy
Make sure his days livin', cut to a minimum
I speak this shit 'cause i mean it my nigga
I creep and where i catch ya, is where i leave ya my nigga
A lot of niggas don't walk it, and talk about it
But this nigga b.g. gon' be dog about it

[chorus ­ b.g.]
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga

Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
I'm a dog nigga, and i'ma walk that walk and talk that talk nigga

[mack 10]
Nigga i'm 'bout sherm' smokin' and trigga chokin'
And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin' blood soakin'
Don't doubt it, it's c.m.r so i shout it
Like navigation, i map it out, route it then be a dog about
I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo
That's all hoo-bang did, homies above, everything else i love
Say b.g. you need a hundred stack from mack
You'll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack
But firsts things first, find him, hit' em wit the tool
Then make his blood ooze until there's no more to lose
Murder, murder's a must, take the stairway to heaven
And if you fuck wit mack, then it's a 187
So if you do me, then i'll do you
But when i do you, i want your whole fuckin' crew
So fill the church up and get the units you recite of
I'm a straight dog about it plus a westside rider

[chorus ­ b.g.]
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga

Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga

[b.g.]
I hit the street, you know i be thugged-the-fuck-out
When i beef, slugs get bust at your house
All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town
You want peace, its too late the water started to boil now
I tried to tell ya when you was buckin', "settle down"
I tried to tell ya that, "lil' b.g. is ghettoed down"
I tried to tell ya that, "niggas raw from uptown"
And release nothin' but a hundred plus rounds

[mack 10]
Hold up b.g. blood, check it, i gotta know homie
And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin' phony
Big stunter corlone gave the word and now it's on
Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop' em in his dome
Then act like rambo, turn into mack soprano
Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin' from his flannel
Fluka-flames wit nothing but red-dot aims
Chicken heart plucking out a chevy, ain't a damn thang changed

[chorus ­ b.g.]
When we in beef, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga

When we come, we come, dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We some dogs nigga, we walks that walk and talks that talk nigga

When we come, we come, dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we some hogs nigga, whatever

*phone ringing*
Yeah ay nigga
Whassup homey? this fool just came on the block and tried
Who? who? smash on all the homies
Nigga what happened? ay nigga get yo shit!
What happened dog? get yo shit!
What? just meet me on the block
I'm on my way *click*

I don't know about you but all i wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
Well nigga get yo bang on

Verse 1: mack i hear some niggas gotta problem wit the 'wood (wassup?)
I see the homiez got they straps & they ready in the hood
So i'm loadin' up my weapon steppin'
Callin' up the crew cause ass-whippins we ain't accepting.
And i ain't lettin' shit go
Niggas got to back up bowdown or get wet up with ammo (blaow)
Muthafuckers got to pay
Run up on 'em like a thief in the night cause i don't play

Mack10: at night i can't sleep i'm tossin & turnin'
So i stray from the yak & smoke sherman
Gotta hobble to my leg & the hood's gettin bigger
I'm paranoid sleepin with my finger on the trigga
And now my bitches stressin that i'm livin wrong
Cause i'm fresh out the pen & gettin my serve on (gunshots)
It's all about murda when me & sweepthru roll
So fuck da enemies & we dumpin when we see some so

Chorus i don't know about you but all i wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
(what you want?) just wanna get my bang on
I don't know about you but all i wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
It's the life of a g i got to live

Verse 2: them rocks movin slow on the block
Nigga one time hot & we just lost a dope spot(damn)
Got me curb servin under pressure
I'm so paranoid at night i keep my glock on the dresser
Mack10: this 187 got my mind under stress
Cause even clamin' dub s (w/s) you need a bulletproof vest
You know the game nigga when ya doggin' & loccin'
Kill the 1st thing moving and catch the 1st thing smokin
All i wanna hear is buckshots & guts out
Niggas gaspin for they breath
That's the type o' shit i'm talkin about(fo sho)
Aft!: you niggas cruisin for a bruisin'
Hey mack get ya ammo cock the tool that ya usin'
Mack10: til they gone to the back dog
Cause when they come thru the 'wood they betta know how to act dog
Connect gang punk, yell a hood out &(westside) bust
& nigga fuck every click that ain't down with us(fuck em)
Fuck em & feed em fish niggas get dismissed
Connect gang bang at the top of the list
Ya know with colored bandanas & clips like bananas
Homicides when we ride til the world wanna ban us(nigga)
Chorus

Talking: mack i don't know about you but all i wanna do is get my bang on
Sweepthru i don't know about you but all i wanna do is get my bang on
Stayin high as a kite hangin out on my block all nite
Smokin weed til i'm high as a kite
Fuckin with hoodrat bitches 100% mack 10 on they tittie
All i wanna do is get my bang on
Inglewood on they ankles
Ha ha haa

From Bulworth soundtrack

Intro: Cube

In every game, we gotta have the brains and the muscle
The game and the hustle... to be real on these streets
So here you have it, the Brainiac
[female voice] Ice Cube
With the Maniac
[female voice] Mack 10

Mack & Cube: Yay-y-yay! X2

Verse One

Ice Cube:

While ya'll niggas think about the pap?
I think about which Titanic I'mma sink
The iceberg, with the nice words
I slice verbs and predicets, ghetto etiquette
Y'all better get, this dime-mega shit
The Braniac, the theory be conspiracy
Keep my eye on the birdie, but never get my hands dirty
Verbally call the Maniac and his attack dogs
Signing contracts with automatic jack clause

Mack 10:

I get full of their shit and take flight on these niggas
'Bout to show these so-called
Wig-splitters and nigg-hitters
Who the man be, and what the number one clique is
Let my nuts hang on these busts
And hoes see how big my dick is
Maniac Mack 10 always keep the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, 'Mack, when you westsidin' and ridin' is expected'
So I...

Chorus

Cube: Maniac with Brainiac, Mack 10!
Mack: You do the drivin', while I do the jackin'
Cube: Maniac with Brainiac, Mack 10!
Mack: My nigga if you plot it, best believe I got it
Mack: And it's on... feel the chrome

Verse 2

Ice Cube:

You in the Stargate, trying t'escape, it's not an option
Got torture techniques for them lies, don't ever lie
Just put the car in drive, we can go ride- get this money
Determined as the Energized Bunny, make a left
Underground parking, guns start sparkin'
ATF enemies all around start chargin'
Tryin' to fuck up my new suit and my weekend
Ask me what you want, you bitch! I ain't speakin'

Mack 10:

Shit, I gives a fuck what the next nigga think
(?) gives a fuck how much bitch you say you ain't
It's like this on mine, potna
By all means, I got the ball
So it's your life, not mine nigga, so you make the call
Now, I can blow your brains out, punk and act the fuckin' fool
Or you can hand your guns over, and let everything be cool
But know this: I won't hesitate to peel your wig back
I'm off that wet-bomb and the whole fifty yak
It's Mack the Maniac, nigga

Chorus

Verse 3

Ice Cube:

What's the plan? Everything thought out
Everything bought out, like Bill Gates
My niggas love steel weights
I'm still great, after 12 muthafuckin' years
I (?) your ass after 12 muthafuckin' beers
I act kind to my peers and everybody that listen
They know when the Brainiac's missin'
The big fish, hanging with the chicken hawk
Got all the haters, claimin' that they wanna talk

Mack 10:

You argue wit 'em and negotiate, and I really wanna kill 'em
I'm tired of the bullshit, man I really wanna peel 'em
Dog, I knew they were scareless
'Cause my brother Snoop told us
So fuck the money and the dope that they punk-ass owe us
Now when I see 'em, it ain't no question it's all the way on
But I'mma wait in front of they momma house
For that one nigga to get home
And when I gun, watch his body jump
And it's all going to amaze me
To see his own self
Layin' there with his own brains on the pavement

Chorus

Outro: Mack 10

And it's on... keep takin' 'til it's gone
And it's on... feel the wrath of the chrome
Wessiiide!
Ice Cube the Brainiac
Mack 10 the Maniac

From Caught Up soundtrack

Damn Dawg, sure look you ballin
I hit licks nigga
Yeah homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo' neck
Whassup?
I hit licks nigga
Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit style
what's happenin witchu man?
I hit licks nigga
Pushin ?rar-ies?
I told you dog, I hit licks nigga

[Mack 10]
I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest
The young presidential nigga with the platinum status
Maniac Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs
Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?
With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz like top ramen
And Dawg I'm dumpin everytime you're even thinkin about bombin
This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that's real
You need to give up your goods or get your punk ass killed

[Road Dawgs]
In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin plastic
got bitches walkin out of banks with cash advances
I came up watchin true ballers; no one can school us
I've seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers
Stay strapped for the get back; plus I use it
to jack hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming*
Every since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix
Another motherfucker hog tied

in the trunk of the Continental (how you do dat)
Trix are for kids, when I'm finished check his dental (check it)
Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole from me
I had to plug on him (we know his whereabouts)
No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin
We gotta take him, shake him for his Dayton's
Empty the clip and desecrate him, verbatim
(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em

Chorus: Road Dawgs

You don't want none (Westsiders we riders)
Licks, it's all about stacks and stocks
Max with glocks
[Mack 10] as my lifetime is tickin
Comin up strong, lickin and flippin chickens

Chorus

[Road Dawgs]
Huh, it be the season for lickin (right)
Much love to my thug niggaz and drug dealers
(Hell yeah (nigga) make way)
for the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers
on the real, when I stick steel in your grill
with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled
Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and jack
Kill for the crack, sell it and steal it right back

Set your mindstate, into murders and po-po
California's ruthless... keep the fo'-fo'
Straight dumpin out a fo'-do'
in the city with the Damu rip, and cholo
G's wearin Polo, doin their 'do low
When I strike, you're stuck, I attack like Cujo
It's do or die for da meanest
in a gang like this nigga, fuck all freaks!

[Mack 10]
Since dope is the game, I guess I found my niche
Got everybody trippin how quick I got rich
First Mack used to struggle, but now it's mo' betta
I got to meet mo' niggaz, so I made mo' chedda
Now my whole umbrella check doe like a teller
Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird seller
Got the spot straight vacant what's to be made a nigga make it
And what a nigga ain't makin, you best believe a nigga takin

Chorus

[Road Dawgs]
I'm a motherfuckin menace, mashin through Lennox
up to Venice down in Henny's, chasin it with Guinness
All one, greed in my eyesite stay G'd
and make em bleed nigga what that I like
Gangsta love, slippin on my gloves
Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the dove
Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through your doors
and your windows, layin niggaz out

[Mack 10]
I can see clearly now, let the bullshit fade
Niggaz can't paid caught up in the masquerade
So I mash and hoo-ride when it's time to collide
And keep a big fat heater cause it's cold outside
I flash like boo-ya, won't hesitate to DO ya
A nigga like me a straight junkie for MOO-la
One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the funds
Makin hons pull they guns and fuckin two-one-one's (beyitch!)

[Road Dawgs]
I been exposed to this lavish life gangsta shit
And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major grip
So give it up motherfucker! You got
one more time with that flip mouth then I'm buckin ya
Check it in homey, keys and cash
Don't make me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash
Another bloody situation (Bitch ass nigga!)
Blaowww, I ran out of patience

Chorus 4X

[Mack 10]
Yeahhh, the Road Dawgs, and Mack One-Oh
Straight up Westside Connect gangbangin to the fullest nigga!
(Tell em Dawg) hahaha
YOU KNOW FOOL! Unfadeable
Dub-S-C-G, you niggaz don't want none
(WessSYDE!!)
You don't want none
Nah nigga, you don't want none
(You don't want NONE!)