Testo #1 Crew In The Area - Mack 10
Testo della canzone #1 Crew In The Area (Mack 10), tratta dall'album The Recipe (Explicit)
Hoo-Bangerz (What's up)
Y'all ready? (Fo' sho')
Well let's do this shit
I'mma start this bitch off, and y'all run it, check it, uh
On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the number one crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my Dickies on sag
I brought my '57 rag into my '98 Jag
And just roll all over the town on 20-inch wheels
And just brag all about the meals I made on my skills
I slang and do my thang, keepin' niggas on amp
It's Mack 10 kickin' shit from the Hoo-Banger camp
I just wake up and ball y'all
Comradе criminals, and you know we face 'em all y'all
I'm hittin' six on thе T-Lee
And I'm ridin' on you busters 'cause that's how it gotta be
Niggas flee, Cadillacs on D's
And in the middle of the winter, it's still 89 degrees
We sky-hoars, pullin' jive niggas ho cords
Best to check our records 'cause we surely foul whores
I kill a nigga ten times 'fore he hit the concrete
Type shit that make you say "Damn, Tech got bomb heat"
First nigga to speak like I don't believe you
First nigga who face touch asphalt before his knees do
Nigga I ain't tryna please you, know that
I'm no joke black, you can quote that, I wrote that
I hold macs with two ones
Plus the deuce-five in my socks, so I got two guns
It don't stop, 'til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the straps tryna regulate G's
You know we represent the straight B's and C's
You ready to go to war? I'll take you to war
Hoo-Bangin' as I buck through your passenger door
Bust, grab your bitch and tell her hit the floor
Give it a fuck, Lil' Paw, what we came here for
'Til I die, ride camouflage, I'm in the Dodge
Your homies can't see me, I'm greedy, call me Heedy
Speedy, the fire spits, kicks like the last dragon
Connects the clock with the Glock, shit
I'm a motherfuckin' Westside gangbang lowride nigga
A 600 Benz drive Cristal sipper
You don't wanna fuck with me, you high nigga?
Fuck with this here, you disappear, listen to me clear
The six-double-O bang, H-double-O gang
Run up in banks and run trains, what's my fuckin' name?
C-Jay and A-Rich roll, right hand for the strap
Left wrist for the roller, kill a nigga, so what?
I'm so cranky, steadily packin' on chrome up under the hood
Slangin' packages from SC to Inglewood
Runnin' up on ya, puttin' 'em on ya with these knuckle hammers mane
It's the shadiest Ryda Loc, quick to let the barrel flame
WC, one of the last niggas you wanna get with
With these things I'm quick with
Bitch I'm a couple of sandwiches away from a picnic
Clique with nothin' but hawks, I'm from the seaside of the Watts
What's connectin' with these dogs, nigga ballin' 'til we fall, nigga
Fuck B's and C's, slangin' CD's
Overseas, the Vietnamese and Japanese
You get got, your ass'll get shot
Have you on your hands and knees like you was makin' salat
What's the plot, nigga from here to Reno
Boo Capone got three cases up in Chino
I smash, I blast for the cash, I smoke hash
I rip your ass in half, y'all niggas do the math, nigga
It don't stop, 'til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the straps tryna regulate G's
You know we represent the straight B's and C's
Y'all don't wanna get down (Fuck y'all fools)
Y'all best lay down (Get clowned when we spray your whole town)
The tycoon AKA Binky Mack nigga
Pulls your gat, put you flat, then I just might strap
What's the haps mane? Jackin' the whole pack game
Mack 10 put a nigga on in, so now I Hoo-Bang
Blue Jordans with my usual P hat
B-Mac if I ever go broke I'm grabbin' my ski mask
Nigga I'm a rella, Inglewood dweller, ho seller
Schemin' for the pussy four times, do your duty
Muscle up the nest and tatted up
Live and die for the West, but ain't had enough
It's a Hoo-Bang thang, they say a nigga way out
Homies be like "Come slow your roll," too late, I'm banged out
I live it crucial, do this here on nature's era
I live for violence and motherfuckers feel the terror
Rise up when you other fools is fallin'
The dogs is who you gon' call, we on the ball like Spalding
Trick, it's the infamous macks from the I
Hit the switch in the Lex and go from low to high
Drive-by, G-Love Swamp Rat, thump dumpin', bumpin'
It's a need for roll dog, always into somethin'
Like N.W.A, Hoo-Bangin', get your R-E-C-I-P-E
Yeah, we bang 'em all, like Jamal
It's Westside Connect Gang, bang or ball
Just ask the lil' homie Doo Dirty
We get drunk and start beatin' fools up at the pool party
It don't stop, 'til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the straps tryna regulate G's
You know we represent the straight B's and C's
It don't stop, 'til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the straps tryna regulate G's
You know we represent the straight B's and C's
Gettin' off, Westside Connect OG's
Hoo-Bang for the cheese, nigga
You know about this crew
Try to C it or L-I-G it nigga, what's happenin'?
Credits
Writer(s): Dedrick Rolison, J. Johnson, David Williams, Tim Middleton, Ryan Garner, Kelly Garmon, C. Norwood, Bryaan Ross, William L Calhoun, Thump, Ray J
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