| 作词 : Mack Ten | |
| K-Dee talking： | |
| Hey hey hey baby check it out. I'm K-Dee, & | |
| that's my nigga Mack 10 over there. Now he gotta be cooler | |
| than the nigga thatyou sittin' with, so pump yo' brakes | |
| 'cause here comes the G. Foe Liiife!! | |
| [Mack] | |
| Uhh that's right uhh yeah ha ha ha ha | |
| what the fuck you smilin' at | |
| right | |
| Verse 1 | |
| It's that nigga west side swangin' | |
| heat I'm bringin' like I'm bangin' | |
| slangin' khakis hangin' | |
| took the script & I'm flippin' it | |
| got bustas straight trippin' it | |
| never thought Mack 10'll | |
| be the new nigga rippin' shit | |
| Real G style on a funky freestyle | |
| solo flo show with my bitch & my lo lo | |
| gettin' my floss on as I slide my locs on | |
| hit the corna' bitch hold on | |
| Danas is what I roll on | |
| So watch yo' step quiet it's kept on the leak | |
| I blast I don't stick the different nigga in the click | |
| as I kick rhymes niggas pick mines from the stack | |
| threw the roof on the sack then cut the 'lac front & back | |
| on all gold hundred spoke D's when I skiis | |
| nigga please wanna be G's don't wanna see these | |
| straight from killa Cali it's like the Valley of Death | |
| of who's left I'll be a G 'til my very last breath | |
| Chorus | |
| Alli alli all come free here comes the G [WC] | |
| Fresh as a new pack I'll be doper than my cavi sack | |
| Alli alli all come free here comes the G [WC] | |
| Checkin' loot like it's crazy in painter pants & Stacys | |
| (Repeat) | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride | |
| feeling high as I ride from the west to the eastside | |
| On them switches went from rags to riches | |
| all snitches must die I can't lie | |
| I like them hoochie bitches | |
| though I know that a hoe is a gamble | |
| scandle hard to handle them dookey braids & sandals | |
| That's how I like it hike it touchdown then spike it | |
| then pipe it so tough they can't gripe it | |
| So if it's on from uh dusk 'til dawn | |
| keep it crackin' stay packin' as long as niggas jackin' | |
| Mackin' like Goldie bumpin' nothin' but oldies | |
| reminiscin' tilt the 40's when I vibe the dead homies. | |
| Talking: | |
| Yeah I wanna say what's up to all my deceased homeboys | |
| from the west & eastside didn't make it to see this rap. | |
| Oh yeah it's still Mack 10 foe life puttin' it down like this here. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Down for the dirt I sport khakis and a white t-shirt | |
| slangin' work got the big birdies that don't chirp | |
| I came up from a crawler now my stack is taller | |
| big baller shot caller movin' shit like a U-Hauler | |
| So now it's on like that & I'm rollin' | |
| controllin' the 'hood guns about a boat swollen | |
| back arms tatted (Inglewood) so tweed can get gatted | |
| cavi water weed or speed what you need 'cause I have it | |
| So come through run through & uhh smell the vapors | |
| won't be no set trip if it's all about paper | |
| Down with the Lench Mob I can't go wrong | |
| well known & it's on bankin corners in my Brougham | |
| Chorus | |
| Mack 10, westside, foe life, and we out |
| zuo ci : Mack Ten | |
| KDee talking: | |
| Hey hey hey baby check it out. I' m KDee, | |
| that' s my nigga Mack 10 over there. Now he gotta be cooler | |
| than the nigga thatyou sittin' with, so pump yo' brakes | |
| ' cause here comes the G. Foe Liiife!! | |
| Mack | |
| Uhh that' s right uhh yeah ha ha ha ha | |
| what the fuck you smilin' at | |
| right | |
| Verse 1 | |
| It' s that nigga west side swangin' | |
| heat I' m bringin' like I' m bangin' | |
| slangin' khakis hangin' | |
| took the script I' m flippin' it | |
| got bustas straight trippin' it | |
| never thought Mack 10' ll | |
| be the new nigga rippin' shit | |
| Real G style on a funky freestyle | |
| solo flo show with my bitch my lo lo | |
| gettin' my floss on as I slide my locs on | |
| hit the corna' bitch hold on | |
| Danas is what I roll on | |
| So watch yo' step quiet it' s kept on the leak | |
| I blast I don' t stick the different nigga in the click | |
| as I kick rhymes niggas pick mines from the stack | |
| threw the roof on the sack then cut the ' lac front back | |
| on all gold hundred spoke D' s when I skiis | |
| nigga please wanna be G' s don' t wanna see these | |
| straight from killa Cali it' s like the Valley of Death | |
| of who' s left I' ll be a G ' til my very last breath | |
| Chorus | |
| Alli alli all come free here comes the G WC | |
| Fresh as a new pack I' ll be doper than my cavi sack | |
| Alli alli all come free here comes the G WC | |
| Checkin' loot like it' s crazy in painter pants Stacys | |
| Repeat | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride | |
| feeling high as I ride from the west to the eastside | |
| On them switches went from rags to riches | |
| all snitches must die I can' t lie | |
| I like them hoochie bitches | |
| though I know that a hoe is a gamble | |
| scandle hard to handle them dookey braids sandals | |
| That' s how I like it hike it touchdown then spike it | |
| then pipe it so tough they can' t gripe it | |
| So if it' s on from uh dusk ' til dawn | |
| keep it crackin' stay packin' as long as niggas jackin' | |
| Mackin' like Goldie bumpin' nothin' but oldies | |
| reminiscin' tilt the 40' s when I vibe the dead homies. | |
| Talking: | |
| Yeah I wanna say what' s up to all my deceased homeboys | |
| from the west eastside didn' t make it to see this rap. | |
| Oh yeah it' s still Mack 10 foe life puttin' it down like this here. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Down for the dirt I sport khakis and a white tshirt | |
| slangin' work got the big birdies that don' t chirp | |
| I came up from a crawler now my stack is taller | |
| big baller shot caller movin' shit like a UHauler | |
| So now it' s on like that I' m rollin' | |
| controllin' the ' hood guns about a boat swollen | |
| back arms tatted Inglewood so tweed can get gatted | |
| cavi water weed or speed what you need ' cause I have it | |
| So come through run through uhh smell the vapors | |
| won' t be no set trip if it' s all about paper | |
| Down with the Lench Mob I can' t go wrong | |
| well known it' s on bankin corners in my Brougham | |
| Chorus | |
| Mack 10, westside, foe life, and we out |
| zuò cí : Mack Ten | |
| KDee talking: | |
| Hey hey hey baby check it out. I' m KDee, | |
| that' s my nigga Mack 10 over there. Now he gotta be cooler | |
| than the nigga thatyou sittin' with, so pump yo' brakes | |
| ' cause here comes the G. Foe Liiife!! | |
| Mack | |
| Uhh that' s right uhh yeah ha ha ha ha | |
| what the fuck you smilin' at | |
| right | |
| Verse 1 | |
| It' s that nigga west side swangin' | |
| heat I' m bringin' like I' m bangin' | |
| slangin' khakis hangin' | |
| took the script I' m flippin' it | |
| got bustas straight trippin' it | |
| never thought Mack 10' ll | |
| be the new nigga rippin' shit | |
| Real G style on a funky freestyle | |
| solo flo show with my bitch my lo lo | |
| gettin' my floss on as I slide my locs on | |
| hit the corna' bitch hold on | |
| Danas is what I roll on | |
| So watch yo' step quiet it' s kept on the leak | |
| I blast I don' t stick the different nigga in the click | |
| as I kick rhymes niggas pick mines from the stack | |
| threw the roof on the sack then cut the ' lac front back | |
| on all gold hundred spoke D' s when I skiis | |
| nigga please wanna be G' s don' t wanna see these | |
| straight from killa Cali it' s like the Valley of Death | |
| of who' s left I' ll be a G ' til my very last breath | |
| Chorus | |
| Alli alli all come free here comes the G WC | |
| Fresh as a new pack I' ll be doper than my cavi sack | |
| Alli alli all come free here comes the G WC | |
| Checkin' loot like it' s crazy in painter pants Stacys | |
| Repeat | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride | |
| feeling high as I ride from the west to the eastside | |
| On them switches went from rags to riches | |
| all snitches must die I can' t lie | |
| I like them hoochie bitches | |
| though I know that a hoe is a gamble | |
| scandle hard to handle them dookey braids sandals | |
| That' s how I like it hike it touchdown then spike it | |
| then pipe it so tough they can' t gripe it | |
| So if it' s on from uh dusk ' til dawn | |
| keep it crackin' stay packin' as long as niggas jackin' | |
| Mackin' like Goldie bumpin' nothin' but oldies | |
| reminiscin' tilt the 40' s when I vibe the dead homies. | |
| Talking: | |
| Yeah I wanna say what' s up to all my deceased homeboys | |
| from the west eastside didn' t make it to see this rap. | |
| Oh yeah it' s still Mack 10 foe life puttin' it down like this here. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Down for the dirt I sport khakis and a white tshirt | |
| slangin' work got the big birdies that don' t chirp | |
| I came up from a crawler now my stack is taller | |
| big baller shot caller movin' shit like a UHauler | |
| So now it' s on like that I' m rollin' | |
| controllin' the ' hood guns about a boat swollen | |
| back arms tatted Inglewood so tweed can get gatted | |
| cavi water weed or speed what you need ' cause I have it | |
| So come through run through uhh smell the vapors | |
| won' t be no set trip if it' s all about paper | |
| Down with the Lench Mob I can' t go wrong | |
| well known it' s on bankin corners in my Brougham | |
| Chorus | |
| Mack 10, westside, foe life, and we out |
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