Mack 10

Mack 10

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  • Mack 10 Mack 10 - Work Lyrics

           

    [Talking]
    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!

    [Verse One]
    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

    [Hook]
    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

    [Verse Two]
    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 ?
    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
    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

    [Hook]
    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

    [Verse Three]
    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

    [Hook]
    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

    [Mack 10 {talking}]
    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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