Song | On Them Thangs |
Artist | Mack 10 |
Album | Best Of Mack 10 |
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作词 : Mack Ten | |
When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it | |
It's my Afrikan express I don't leave home without it | |
Summertime just ain't known for the weather | |
It's hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together | |
13 to 14 7's can't miss | |
But on some shit you got to let 15-8's twist | |
Chevy trucks and 'em | |
El Caminos anybody want Danas i got them for eight ?????? | |
All day long | |
Gold or all chrome it's on | |
You out to get 'em cause the tires come with 'em | |
but they ain't for busters only hogs roll D's | |
So keep yo' stocks on if you can't fade these | |
Thousand in my pocket, yayo I rock it | |
Keep my lond clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down | |
Make the bumper drag the ground on the 'Shaw | |
Every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs | |
Get the hammer | |
Be sure that yo strap ain't a jammer and as long | |
As ain't nuthin' wrong then beat I'm on | |
As I watch for the lick i got the switch to make me hit | |
Front back side to side and three wheel shit | |
Won't hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce | |
But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose | |
It don't stop for Mack, it's the same ol' same ol' | |
Danas gold as I lay low, twisting like a tornado | |
in that surplus gear like the G of the year | |
Fuck the hour, it's all about the money and the power | |
Ain't about set trippin' no bloodin' no crippin' | |
Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches | |
As I'm rollin' out of control and smoking humps | |
Crank up the bumptie bumps 4 gates and square | |
Dumps so I bang it, make the 20's slide when I swang it | |
Lick it once lick it twice as nice | |
when I hang it on them thangs | |
D's I'm on 'em | |
Killas they want 'em | |
On them thangs... | |
Old Chevy's to Cadillacs on twisters and Doves | |
Everybody got a plaque given pub to they car club | |
Mafia for life individuals and Damus Ride | |
Majestics and them niggas from the southside | |
New school to old school get they ride on | |
Bendin' corners caravaning like 50 strong | |
In a Rag Top that and a hard top this | |
Bustin ho's cause you can't miss if you let 'em twist | |
So get you a set of them what we call Dana's | |
And see for yo'self all the bitches they brang us | |
cut the wheel right to left and make the ass end slide | |
Now all the riders ride and skate from side to side | |
On them thangs |
zuo ci : Mack Ten | |
When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it | |
It' s my Afrikan express I don' t leave home without it | |
Summertime just ain' t known for the weather | |
It' s hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together | |
13 to 14 7' s can' t miss | |
But on some shit you got to let 158' s twist | |
Chevy trucks and ' em | |
El Caminos anybody want Danas i got them for eight ?????? | |
All day long | |
Gold or all chrome it' s on | |
You out to get ' em cause the tires come with ' em | |
but they ain' t for busters only hogs roll D' s | |
So keep yo' stocks on if you can' t fade these | |
Thousand in my pocket, yayo I rock it | |
Keep my lond clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down | |
Make the bumper drag the ground on the ' Shaw | |
Every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs | |
Get the hammer | |
Be sure that yo strap ain' t a jammer and as long | |
As ain' t nuthin' wrong then beat I' m on | |
As I watch for the lick i got the switch to make me hit | |
Front back side to side and three wheel shit | |
Won' t hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce | |
But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose | |
It don' t stop for Mack, it' s the same ol' same ol' | |
Danas gold as I lay low, twisting like a tornado | |
in that surplus gear like the G of the year | |
Fuck the hour, it' s all about the money and the power | |
Ain' t about set trippin' no bloodin' no crippin' | |
Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches | |
As I' m rollin' out of control and smoking humps | |
Crank up the bumptie bumps 4 gates and square | |
Dumps so I bang it, make the 20' s slide when I swang it | |
Lick it once lick it twice as nice | |
when I hang it on them thangs | |
D' s I' m on ' em | |
Killas they want ' em | |
On them thangs... | |
Old Chevy' s to Cadillacs on twisters and Doves | |
Everybody got a plaque given pub to they car club | |
Mafia for life individuals and Damus Ride | |
Majestics and them niggas from the southside | |
New school to old school get they ride on | |
Bendin' corners caravaning like 50 strong | |
In a Rag Top that and a hard top this | |
Bustin ho' s cause you can' t miss if you let ' em twist | |
So get you a set of them what we call Dana' s | |
And see for yo' self all the bitches they brang us | |
cut the wheel right to left and make the ass end slide | |
Now all the riders ride and skate from side to side | |
On them thangs |
zuò cí : Mack Ten | |
When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it | |
It' s my Afrikan express I don' t leave home without it | |
Summertime just ain' t known for the weather | |
It' s hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together | |
13 to 14 7' s can' t miss | |
But on some shit you got to let 158' s twist | |
Chevy trucks and ' em | |
El Caminos anybody want Danas i got them for eight ?????? | |
All day long | |
Gold or all chrome it' s on | |
You out to get ' em cause the tires come with ' em | |
but they ain' t for busters only hogs roll D' s | |
So keep yo' stocks on if you can' t fade these | |
Thousand in my pocket, yayo I rock it | |
Keep my lond clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down | |
Make the bumper drag the ground on the ' Shaw | |
Every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs | |
Get the hammer | |
Be sure that yo strap ain' t a jammer and as long | |
As ain' t nuthin' wrong then beat I' m on | |
As I watch for the lick i got the switch to make me hit | |
Front back side to side and three wheel shit | |
Won' t hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce | |
But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose | |
It don' t stop for Mack, it' s the same ol' same ol' | |
Danas gold as I lay low, twisting like a tornado | |
in that surplus gear like the G of the year | |
Fuck the hour, it' s all about the money and the power | |
Ain' t about set trippin' no bloodin' no crippin' | |
Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches | |
As I' m rollin' out of control and smoking humps | |
Crank up the bumptie bumps 4 gates and square | |
Dumps so I bang it, make the 20' s slide when I swang it | |
Lick it once lick it twice as nice | |
when I hang it on them thangs | |
D' s I' m on ' em | |
Killas they want ' em | |
On them thangs... | |
Old Chevy' s to Cadillacs on twisters and Doves | |
Everybody got a plaque given pub to they car club | |
Mafia for life individuals and Damus Ride | |
Majestics and them niggas from the southside | |
New school to old school get they ride on | |
Bendin' corners caravaning like 50 strong | |
In a Rag Top that and a hard top this | |
Bustin ho' s cause you can' t miss if you let ' em twist | |
So get you a set of them what we call Dana' s | |
And see for yo' self all the bitches they brang us | |
cut the wheel right to left and make the ass end slide | |
Now all the riders ride and skate from side to side | |
On them thangs |