Testo The Recipe - Mack 10
Testo della canzone The Recipe (Mack 10), tratta dall'album The Recipe (Explicit)
Now here we go it's the show stopper, noodle knocker
Gun ho, one o, fa sho, the do clocker
I keep it rough with that red or blue shit
Hoo bang crew shit, recipe, new shit
It's off the hinges and my friends is rollin'
Twelve cylinder Benzes with the chrome twenty inches
So fuck all the haters and the non believers
Punk niggas and bitches, hood rats and divas
Now platinum's automatic, gangsta rap fanatic
No static, ship it to radio and watch 'em at it
Hoo bang affiliates in that ass like a thong
With your favorite song, don't hate, sing along
I'm blindin' niggas slowly with the iced out rollie
Leave your shirt holey with the Glock pistoley
So hang around for the go down, hip hop classic
Bound as I clown, house to town and
Have it my way, jewelry povey
Mack 10 got your hottie hot as the Mojave
Want the recipe then you fellas best to be
Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me
So hoo bang
No busters, no peace, watch the black fleece, technique
In the gray off Caprice, dog stay off the leash
Peep this, my clique's nothing but heat bitch
Kick flows, stay on your toes, stay away from hoes
I know bitches that turn you on and turn on you
Get some hook ass nigga, pull a burner on you
That ain't the way I do things, I hoo bang with more niggas
More bigger, more heat, ready to blow triggers
Show niggas recipes, hoes, guns and funds
Four fifths, big tits, dubs and hunds
With nothing but red rum and when the heat start hummin'
Empty the tech nina 'til these niggas stop comin'
Young innovative, Long Beach native
This holocaust bust off and make it demonstrative
You niggas don't want to test me
Dynamic on my right connect to the left of me
Form the recipe
If you ain't in this for the money, what you in it for?
We got the recipe, best to be in it for the dough
If you ain't in this for the money, what you in it for?
We got the recipe, best to be in it for the dough
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Gettin' closer to God, tryin' to clutch what I can't touch
Time to get paper in the wind like a caper
Hoo bangin' affiliate, niggas is known to take ya
Flossy ass Rolex that's iced to the sickle
Bitches up on the pickle since the bankroll triple
Now nigga what? When you see Binky Mack throw it up
Most underrated nigga that's hated, now give it up
I ride for Connect Gang, die for Connect Gang
Blow up spots like watch and let my nuts hang
Down with the one o, meet me in the jungle
Fly, gettin' high by the motherfuckin' tunnel
A sick ass nigga, that's how I gotta be
Smack my bitch up like my name was Prodigy
Two Glocks, four fifths and A.K.'s
Cut off khakis, house shoes and murder braids
I stay flamed up, never been tamed up
My little homie died last year, I hit his name up
For the nine nine I'm yellin' red rum
Quick to hit you up with two fingers and a thumb
I smash fools 'cause cash rules like Castro
You want these fuckin' slugs fast or slow ho?
I got the four four for all y'all pinche pendejos
Get wet up with the tres ocho fo sho
If you ain't in this for the money, what you in it for?
We got the recipe, best to be in it for the dough
If you ain't in this for the money, what you in it for?
We got the recipe, best to be in it for the dough
If you ain't in this for the money, what you in it for?
We got the recipe, best to be in it for the dough
If you ain't in this for the money, what you in it for?
We got the recipe, best to be in it for the dough
Motherfuckers better know, want L.A., you must see me
Fuck the niggas frontin' on TV
City locked, got the key to the streets baby
Better know who to greet 'fore you creep baby
Hear me talkin' 'bout gangbang niggas sport red and blue
Pack a missile, pierce stomach tissue
Top twenty motherfucker you, make a nigga wanna muzzle you
We kidnap for snaps, big headed Benz stacks
Pool hall nigga made good
Gangbang nigga got rich and stayed hood
Dome shots playa, you playin' 'bout doming me
Dumpin' over me, it's too late, you shot, pow!
Fuck around and get your channel changed
Handle thangs with the German, hit the sherman
Leave 'em squirmin', C Mack twist and get rich
Ain't nobody gon' snitch, we's hoo bangers bitch
Check the style playa, check the technique
Check the way I ride and walk playa, check the way I ride and speak
I stay suited and booted, bandannad and tatted
Christian mowed up, macked and blowed up
Got 'em sewed up, nigga hoo bangin'
Who's sayin' all this cheddar 'round me
Niggas think I'm through bangin'?
But nah, real riders bust straps and love dough
You ain't in this for the cheddar, what you in this for?
Credits
Writer(s): J. Johnson, D. Rolison, R. Garner, D. Williams Jr., B.j. Ross
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