Nothin' But the Cavi Hit (Explicit) - Mack 10/Tha Dogg Pound
Lyrics by：Dedrick D'Mon Rolison
Blaze up oh yeah
World wide don't stop don't stop
West side don't stop
Mack 10 with tha dogg pound
Yeah and the hits don't stop sucka
Hey daz check this out dog
Check this out dog
Now when I come to ya'll hood ya'll watch my back
And when ya come to inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the
Cash like a caper
'Cause it ain't about the set
Rip it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease on the rise like yeast
A pavé 'lex piece and I keep my khaki's creased
Mack 10 is the lick and ya know what my set be
Connect gang n***a from the west where the best be
It ain't no questions asked you down to blast for me
Down to ride for me down to die for me
I come through for these sucka a*s n***as who rep
Come creepin' up on shorty slowly show him death
Pull out the mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a couple of n***as leave 'em all panicked
And we swerve and hit the curb smoke some herb
We came up too much too tough and too rough
We in the war zone where
The war's on where ya gun n***a
Show 'em where you're from n***a
Ridin' a*s young n***a
Arsenel equipped hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force
He's out to catch a body
Talking 'bout I thought this was a gangsta party
Now he's walking around salty as the sea
Talking 'bout what's jumpin
I'm about to get the pump
To pumping and start dumping on something
F**k you over there party over here
And if you wanna trip we got the straps near
'Cause n***as like us do platinum every year
And if I ruled this sphere your shit'd disappear
Now everybody in the house throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care
It's worldwide and d**e so n***a act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and tha pound cooking nothing but the cavi
I'm servin' n***as like a host
With the pound so take a toast
Dog this west coast and our s**t bump the most
'Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of ingle
And everything I make f**k around and be a single
From the hoo bangin' hits to the yes yes ya'lls
Now all down my halls got plaques on my walls
We might slow the roll sit back and still kick it
But the s**t don't stop 'til we hit a meal ticket
I'll be goddamned I'm in it for a meal ticket
And the goal's successful
I don't know who to prove a show
Usual swerve a corner
And hit a block back to back
I don't know it's like
That where the gang bangers hang at
They say daz you a rider
I reply with boy hell yeah I'm a rider
From the east side of long beach
To the west side of inglewood
On a cash mission bailing hood to hood
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life
Sacrifice out for the loot shaking n***as like dice
Forever and a day say what you say
On the mic I display philly to la
I've been all over from crenshaw and imperial
To 108th I'm sure mack got my back
It's all about mashing cash and heat in the stash
When you're in the neigborhood of assassins
What you say
F**k you over there party over here
And if you wanna trip we got the straps near
'Cause n***as like us do platinum every year
And if I ruled this sphere your shit'd disappear
Now everybody in the house throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care
It's worldwide and d**e so n***a act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and tha pound cooking nothing but the cavi
What do you consider fun
That's the bomb that's the bomb
All day night and all night long
That's the bomb that's the bomb
When you wake up in the morning and you start to yawn
That's the bomb that's the bomb
All day night and all day long
That's the bomb that's the bomb
Yeah dub SCG
DPGC
Take a picture trick
Take a picture trick
Take a picture trick
It might make ya rich
West side
Biatch
Death row
