Lirik Lagu Hate in Yo Eyes - Mack 10
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Intro
You can hear it bumpin' through the door,There's a party jumpin' on the floor,And the way it soundin' there is no doubt,That the west coast is in yo' moooouuuttthh.
Verse 1:
It's all gravy, petty cash never phase meSo pull me a shot of 'gnac & purple haze meI'm a hustler, gettin' cash like crazyPork rind pays me work that youll never get cuz your lazyGlock hugga, the hood raised me (Inglewood!)And she wont be happy till she lays meNo! you never seem to amaze meSo the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed meMy names walkin like a street kingCuz I mixed the hoo-bang thing with the bling-blingA whole lot of haters out there I seeBut I flip em all of and keep doin' my thingI'm a floss about it with my Inglewood swingRocked out from my ear down to my pinky ringNow ding-ding let the bell ringand if its drama you want then it drama I bring sing
Chorus
Verse 2:You know this cash is just small potatoesNo names, cuz this is addressed to all the hatersFrom the wood there is none greaterMack the headlinin' and y'all just spectatorsRemember the "Fo' Life?" i put the 'wood in itAnd looked out for you when your own hood didn'tAnd plus you forgot who was payin' yo billsIntroduced you to the game and gave you a dealFor me y'all be piddly rhyminYou got the hustle game backwards and nickle and dimin'Both hip-hop classics, I make 'em and got 'emAnd yo' group ain't been heard of past the bottlesI play with 'em on my turf and mingle with my g'sAnd i got one word to sayWhat Please?Chicken walk, y'all ain't nothin but a feather in my wingAnd all this hatin' mean I'm doin my thing sing
Chorus
Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all nightOn Dubs, up high, Westside, fo lifeHoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all nightOn Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life
Verse 3
Now tell me, is it the duece-1's on the BentleyThe lowriders that matchin' is that why you resent me?That smile on yo face, and act so friendlyWalk away with hate and a heart full of envySay Bro? What kind of the game is that?You got ways of a dame and how lame is that?Act like a groupie around strange catsAnd its strange, you don't have any shame in thatI got yo car playboy and I ain't trippin'You know me, just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin'Get through by punches, no name and tippin'Let it ride on the Harley, and '64 dippin'Stay real about my screel if you know what I meanI'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but greenAvoid the haters, and before the party singCop the rock from the D R and make the hood dream sing
Chorus x2
Mack 1 0 hoo-bangin fo lifeAnd i don't quitTake a picture trickYeah, Take a picture trickIt might make you richWestside Riders! Baby!Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh....
You can hear it bumpin' through the door,There's a party jumpin' on the floor,And the way it soundin' there is no doubt,That the west coast is in yo' moooouuuttthh.
Verse 1:
It's all gravy, petty cash never phase meSo pull me a shot of 'gnac & purple haze meI'm a hustler, gettin' cash like crazyPork rind pays me work that youll never get cuz your lazyGlock hugga, the hood raised me (Inglewood!)And she wont be happy till she lays meNo! you never seem to amaze meSo the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed meMy names walkin like a street kingCuz I mixed the hoo-bang thing with the bling-blingA whole lot of haters out there I seeBut I flip em all of and keep doin' my thingI'm a floss about it with my Inglewood swingRocked out from my ear down to my pinky ringNow ding-ding let the bell ringand if its drama you want then it drama I bring sing
Chorus
Verse 2:You know this cash is just small potatoesNo names, cuz this is addressed to all the hatersFrom the wood there is none greaterMack the headlinin' and y'all just spectatorsRemember the "Fo' Life?" i put the 'wood in itAnd looked out for you when your own hood didn'tAnd plus you forgot who was payin' yo billsIntroduced you to the game and gave you a dealFor me y'all be piddly rhyminYou got the hustle game backwards and nickle and dimin'Both hip-hop classics, I make 'em and got 'emAnd yo' group ain't been heard of past the bottlesI play with 'em on my turf and mingle with my g'sAnd i got one word to sayWhat Please?Chicken walk, y'all ain't nothin but a feather in my wingAnd all this hatin' mean I'm doin my thing sing
Chorus
Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all nightOn Dubs, up high, Westside, fo lifeHoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all nightOn Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life
Verse 3
Now tell me, is it the duece-1's on the BentleyThe lowriders that matchin' is that why you resent me?That smile on yo face, and act so friendlyWalk away with hate and a heart full of envySay Bro? What kind of the game is that?You got ways of a dame and how lame is that?Act like a groupie around strange catsAnd its strange, you don't have any shame in thatI got yo car playboy and I ain't trippin'You know me, just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin'Get through by punches, no name and tippin'Let it ride on the Harley, and '64 dippin'Stay real about my screel if you know what I meanI'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but greenAvoid the haters, and before the party singCop the rock from the D R and make the hood dream sing
Chorus x2
Mack 1 0 hoo-bangin fo lifeAnd i don't quitTake a picture trickYeah, Take a picture trickIt might make you richWestside Riders! Baby!Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh....
