Testo LBC & The ING - Mack 10
Testo della canzone LBC & The ING (Mack 10), tratta dall'album 3X Certified Platinum
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You're about to witness something you never thought you'd witness before
Check this out
Welcome to the house, the D-O double G built
We got honey (honey), cream (cream), silk, and milk (uh)
We make that big bank and keep that big shank (for what?)
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take
Nigga, don't think, Dogg slips at all
I make chips for crips and the b-dawgz (that's right)
True niggas, do niggas, hey, you niggas
Can't get with us 'cause we rip shit up
It's Mack Dime, and D-O dub
Here's a toast to the most, west coast love
Fo' sho' though, I let you know from the get go
Pullin' on my endo, rollin' through the Wood with my kin dog
Not De La Soul, but fresh on parole (yeah, yeah)
Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'm know to the peoples as the Inglewood swanger
Been rollin' gold Danas since a BG banger
It's a dog-eat-dog world in the city that I'm claimin'
And niggas say we bangin' 'cause our colors be flamin'
But I'd rather push crack, let the bankroll stack (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I show Snoop how to whoop, and then I front him a sack
Nigga better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin' party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing about it is that the niggas kept it true
Inglewood family is what they claim to bang (Inglewood)
Street Rue and Maddog, I think that was his name (yep)
But anyway (anyway), what can I say? (What can I say?)
Oh, by the way (oh, by the way), it's anybody 'kay? (Uh-huh)
So when you in LA, or nigga 'round my way
Give me a holler on the three one O or two one three, yeah
Long Beach, with the I-N-G
Long Beach, with the I-N-G (yeah, that's real)
Long Beach (y'all don't know), with the I-N-G (yeah)
I'm makin' green in the rap scene from coast to coast
And rollin' three-wheel motion from the woods to the ocean
See Snoop and Tray Dee in the LBC (uh-huh)
And wasn't nobody trippin', just cool as can be (uh-huh)
No harm up in Harlem, so the haters got bigger (that's right)
But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold-plated trigger
And that's fo' sho' though, you know how it go
Jump in the low low and bang with the homies, fuck a hoe (biatch)
So keep away crack and leave your bulletproof vest
Dogg there ain't no need for that, we headed west to the QS (ok, Inglewood)
Game recognize game, and it always should
It's all good and you niggas got a passion, Inglewood
Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like Monie
That's on the one, and only I keep the big homies for the phonies
So let it be known, from my hood to your town
That connect game niggas is straight down with the Pound (nigga)
Now all my peoples in the LBC
Pull up a chair and have a dime bag on me
See we be D-P-Gin' this, we in this thang to make hits and bump a bitch and maintain
'Cause the more better you get, the more cheddar you get
The more shit you talk, the more wet up you get
See, I found out quick, don't say shit
Just take care of yours, and handle it quick
Yeah, it don't stop for Biggie or Tupac
Niggas been gettin' shot on my block
But we got to make a change and the thang is this
I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist
But I wish upon a star (uh-huh)
To stay down with Mack Dime, pushin' caviar
The real recognize the real, I'll kill for that nigga
I-N-G D-P-G, deal with it nigga, for real
Long Beach, with the I-N-G (yeah)
Long Beach, with the I-N-G
They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame
Some claim twenty crip, but most claim insane
See it's not a lifestyle, it's a full-time job
And if you live in Long Beach (uh-huh), it's like a macabre
From blunt to blunt, everybody's bad
And if you don't know where you at, you better tuck in your rag
Push heat on the street, with Chuck T's on his feet
Makin' money slangin' tapes up out the Compton swap meet
Up jumps the boogie, some niggas gang bang
So keep a big steel if it's a real G thang
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove 'til the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm callin' all hogs (uh-huh)
It's connect gang rollin' with the Pound and Snoop Dogg (whoa, whoa)
And everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be
It's Long Beach with the Ingle dub O-O-D city
Long Beach, with the I-N-G
Long Beach, with the I-N-G
Long Beach, with the I-N-G
Long Beach, with the I-N-G
Long Beach, with the I-N-G (biatch)
Long Beach, with the I-N-G (biatch)
Long Beach (yeah), with the I-N-G (for life)
Long Beach (east side), with the I-N-G (west side)
Long Beach (yeah), with the I-N-G (Thug House Productions, nigga)
Long Beach (we out), with the I-N-G
Long Beach, with the I-N-G
Credits
Writer(s): Kenton Nix, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Calvin C Broadus
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