(feat. Tha Dogg Pound)



[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

On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.

I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl

To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,

It's all about mashing, cashin heat in the stash

When you're in the neigborhood of assassins

What you say?



[Chorus]



[Outro: Dat Nigga Daz, Mack 10 ()]



What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)

All day night, and all night long

When you wake up in the morining

And you start to yawn

All day night, and all night long

C'mon, C'mon



(Yeah, dub S.C.G.

D.P.G.C.

Ha ha ha,

Take a picture, trick

Take a picture, trick

Take a picture, trick

It might make ya rich

Wesssydeee,

Biatch)

Death Row