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!)


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