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Testo So Serious - Mack 10

Testo della canzone So Serious (Mack 10), tratta dall'album Bang or Ball

What? (Mmm-hmm)
You ready to tell 'em?
Ha ha ha, so listen, what about you, Fresh?
We got the dames, got the brains
Got a million dollars locked in the stock exchange
Told the dealer, "Keep the change," but I got the range
We lock the game, we got the fame
I got thirty cars, live the rich life
Like a hundred hoes and like three wives
All guns and no knives
We so serious
I got forty cars, fuck a bike
'Cause I don't ride, 'cause I don't like
It's green Tees and fuck Nikes
We so serious
Well, I got a bike and that bitch on chrome
With a built-in two-way Motorola phone
I wear Nikes 'cause my Reeboks torn
I'm so serious
This Inglewood, not Hollywood
Fuck the hills, I love the hood
I cook the work and I front the goods
We so serious
Melphalanus, Magnolia, Calliope, we all soldiers
Outsiders get fucked over
So serious
Downtown, Nino Brown
In the club parking lot going 'round and 'round
Police what? Skrrt, donuts
I'm so serious
I don't talk about it, I be about it
I ride by and bust heat about it
In the front page, you'll read about it
So serious
I was taught about it, how to be about it
How to hustle 'caine, how to re-route it
If the Feds on me, nigga, I don't doubt it
So serious
Nigga please, money Hercules
I shake them fleas, keep bitches on they knees
Then blow some trees with white Tees
I'm so serious
We got the dough, got the cars
Got them hoes, got them stars
Got them broads in ménage à trois
When I drop them drawers and they, "Oh my God!"
Got a 2000, a 202
A ragtop that's candy blue
Fuck dubs, it's 22s
So serious
Got a '61 and a '62
And a '64 that's light blue
And I low ride like a Damu
So serious
Got a blacked out Regal, all illegal
Under the seat, keep the Desert Eagle
Got a chrome Beretta, make a nigga wetter
Than a crackhead in the summertime with a sweater
So serious
It's all platinum, no gold
Every album, million sold
CMR will never fold
So serious
Got a Bentley coupe and two Range
And my new Spider, it just came
I got work if you need them thangs
So serious
We the stars with the cars and the matching ropes
I give away money 'cause I love my folks
Got the matching Gators to go with them coats
I'm so serious
Not one thang, but two thangs
CMR and Hoo-Bang
We're the word 'cause we do slang
So serious
Yeah, we got the dough, got the cars
Got the hoes, we got the stars
Got them broads in ménage à trois
When I drop them drawers and they, "Oh my God!"
Don't give a fuck where you're from, fuck with us
And I'ma show your pussy ass we ain't scared to bust
From the CEO to the rest of us
We so serious
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
And 211s and dope cases
And pit fights and street races
So serious
I'm tattooed and slugged up
Absolutely fucked up
Riding 'round in big trucks
So serious
Whatever you do, nigga, do it great
I'm a millionaire, homie, it's about the cake
If Fresh fucking made it, then the shit gon' shake
I'm so serious
Night Train and Kool-Aid
And Thunderbird and Gatorade
And four gats in my braids
So serious
Big Stunna, Corleone
Godfather, Sugar Dom
Frank Nitty and Al Capone
So serious
Thunderbirds, Slick smoke liquor
Tell your mom you met a real-ass nigga
That'll jig you with the knife or get you with the trigger
I'm so serious
Ice Cube and Dr. Dre
And Eazy-E, they made the way
Connect Gang and N.W.A
So serious
We got the dough, got the cars
Got the hoes, we got the stars
Got that 'dro that only comes in the jars
Got them broads in ménage à trois
OutKast, B.G
Hot Boys, TLC
Trick Daddy and Weezy We
So serious
Y'all know who? DJ Screw
Scarface, nigga, and Gangsta Boo
That nigga Wolf, treat a bitch like rook
So serious
Dominoes and I shoot dice
Had a gang of roaches and a few mice
Said, "Fuck it, nigga, that's ghetto life"
So serious
Got chinchetta on my spread
White fox on my bed
With a stocking cap on my head
So serious
Bald head, the new Escalade
Wear a Bushfucker fade and I'm so damn paid
For heaven's sakes, right there with Bill Gates
So serious
I hit corners, slung blocks
Took hits and bust Glocks
Keep it gangsta, fuck cops
So serious
Riding on them OJs
32S with big blades
We dog hoes, they give us head
So serious
We got the dough, got the cars
Got the hoes, we got the stars
Got that 'dro that only comes in the jars
Got them broads in ménage à trois
So serious
So serious
So serious
Hahahaha, motherfucker



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Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Dedrick Rolison, Byron Thomas, Maryland Nance
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