Текст песни Mack 10 and Tha Dogg Pound - Rhyme & Reason soundtrack
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Intro: Mack 10, Kurupt (), Dat Nigga Daz [](Blaze up)[Oh yeah]World wide, west sideYoMack 10 with Tha Dogg PoundYeah, 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 backAnd when ya come to Inglewood I`m a front you a sackSo we can grind and get away with the cash like a caperCause it ain`t about the set-trip, it`s all about the paperMade the poverty cease, on the rise like yeastA parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki`s creasedMack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set beConnect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be[Dat Nigga Daz]It ain`t no questions askedYou down to blast for me?Down to ride for me?Down to die for me?I come through for these sucka-ass niggas who repCome creepin up on shorty slowly, show him deathPull out the Mack 90 automatic for staticBlast a coupla niggas, leave em all panickedWe swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herbWe came up too much, and too tough, and too grub[Kurupt]We in the war zone,Where the war`s onWhere ya gun, nigga?Show em where you`re from, niggaRidin-ass young niggaArsenel equipped, hot enough to scorchWith the double fours on the hip rollin with the forceHe`s out to catch a bodyTalking, but I thought this was a gangsta partyNow he`s walking around smarterNow he`s about to see, talking about who`s jumpinI`m about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethinChorus: 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 airAnd wave em all around like ya just don`t careWe`re ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvyMack 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 toastDog, this west coast and our shit bump the mostCause vine to vine I swing through the woods of IngleAnd everything I make, fuck around and be a singleFrom the who bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya`llsNow all down my halls, got plaques on my wallsWe might slow the roll, sit back and still kick itBut the shit don`t stop till we hit a meal ticked[Dat Nigga Daz]I`ll be goddamnedI`m in it for a meal ticketAnd the goal`s succesfulI don`t know who to prove a showUsual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-backYa`ll don`t know us like that,Where the gang-banger`s hang atThey "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 InglewoodOn 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 diceForever in the daySay what you say