fight it I'm just like a bloodhound You lick my balls and give me a rub down You want me to eat your pussy but you stank bitch Go scrub down, I get
we sample the funk? Y'know we don't wanna wear it out We just wanna li'l piece, you know what I'm sayin'? We ain't goin' loopy, we're goin' freaky We
I used to have a lot of bitches Straight down for me Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the street But I'm a dog and I dog my broads Guerrilla pimpin',
, so it's on, gee I'm kickin' the funky shit for the gangstas only Straight dangerous, we cold mack the most And we do that coast to coast Now all the macks
t even taste The California lifestyle that I live Mack these hoes every chance I get Like a drop SL, three times black I'm a pimp, a player and I been known to mack
All we want is the money I keep 'em bro wake up one morning And, with some money to spend, they go crazy I'm goin' to tell you a story in stereo About
'Cuz Short Dawg ain't nuttin' nice Bitch jumped in the car, asks me where we goin'? I'm Shorty the Pimp bitch, you goin' hoin' Fucked in the car with
Reagan, I know she'll spit that game Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on
, clear in that I got the throttle cause I'm mack like the truck C'mon everybody let's get------ Get up Get up Get up --never sit down! Woke up I didn
we knock hoes Head her off with some reeboks and cagos Westside rollin' even if the car's stolen Even if my eyes shut & jaw swollen That's how it's goin' down
trick, better get up on it Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin' on it nananananananananananna nananannananananananaana nananananananananananana nanananananananananananana Look check this out man We got a Gangsta Nation goin down
Californ-I-A!" {WC} Niggaz is gettin gunned down "L.A.! Californ-I-A!" {WC} Ha hah, I don't know about where y'all from but it ain't goin down where
Gangsta walkin, representin, 'cause a mack ain't goin hoe Breakin laws, fuck the law Keep them bitches out my business I'm a shut this junt down, everybody
breakfast table, you'll say "Raw's the bomb" Slow down son, you can't go one round with Dice, dude I make clowns like you bow down like Ice Cube Women
the grill, for sunroof we say it had the brains blown I said, "This bitch is inside, you ready to attack?" Wes looked at me said, "Mack mack mack mack mack
i got a thirst for knowledge and an appetite for drama or appetite for destruction and a thirst for your mama either way I keep it goin til that thing
representin tha Three Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South
comin with tha big d through yo hood through yo street , better pack ya heat [Hype-d verse 2] Big - d on tha tinted windows dont ya see got a gat , mack ya ass down