Mack 10

Mack 10 - Work lyrics

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[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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