Intro: Mack 10, Kurupt (), Dat ^!$$% 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, ^!$$%, where the best be

[Dat ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s who rep

Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a coupla ^!$$%s, 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, ^!$$%?
Show em where you're from, ^!$$%

Ridin-ass young ^!$$%
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 salty as the sea, talking about who's jumpin

I'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin

Chorus: Mack 10, Dat ^!$$% Daz (), Kurupt []


$#&@ you over there
(Party over here)

[And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near]

Cause ^!$$%s like us do platnium every year

(And if I ruled this sphere)
[Your %#@!'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, ^!$$%, act like ya savvy

Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi

[Mack 10]


I'm servin ^!$$%s like a host with the pound so take a toast
Dog, this west coast and our %#@! bump the most

Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, $#&@ 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 %#@! don't stop till we hit a meal ticket


[Dat ^!$$% Daz]

I'll be !@#$ed
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
For the loot shakin ^!$$%s 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 $$#assins

What you say?

Chorus

Outro: Dat ^!$$% 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