Intro: Mack 10, Kurupt (), Dat Nigga Daz []
(Blaze up)
[Oh yeah]
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don`t stop [Sucka]
[Nothin but the cavi]
Hey, Daz [Sup]
Check this out, dog
[Mack 10]
Now when I come to ya`ll hood, ya`ll 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 sucka-ass niggas who rep
Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked
We swirve 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
Ridin-ass young nigga
Arsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rollin 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 jumpin
I`m about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin
Chorus: Mack 10, Dat Nigga Daz (), Kurupt []
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
[And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near]
Cause niggas like us do platnium 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 ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi
[Mack 10]
I`m servin 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 bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya`lls
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 goddamned
I`m in it for a meal ticket
And the goal`s succesful
I don`t know who to prove a show
Usual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
Ya`ll 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 bailin hood to hood
[Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
I feel like loose-shakin niggas like dice
Forever in the day
Say what you say
