Nothin' But The Cavi Hit(Edit)

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(Blaze up) (Oh yeah) World wide, west side Yo Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker) (Nothing but the cavi) Hey, Daz (Sup) Check this out, dog Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all 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-trip, it's all about the paper Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be Connect gang from the west, nigga, 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 sucker-ass niggas who rep Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him deat Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub We in the war zone, Where the war's on Where ya gun, nigga? Show em where you're from, nigga Riding-ass young nigga Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force He's out to catch a body Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party Now he's walking around smarter Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something (Party over here) {And if you want to trip, we got the straps near} Cause niggas 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 We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle And everything I make, fuck around and be a single From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked I'll be god damned I'm in it for a meal ticket And the goal's successful I don't know who to prove a showUsual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back Y'all don't know us like that, Where the gang-banger's hang at They "Daz, are you a rider?" I reply "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, I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice Forever in the day Say what you say On the mic I display, Philly to L.A. I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back, It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash When you're in the neighborhood of assassins What you say? (Party over here) {And if you want to trip, we got the straps near} Cause niggas 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 We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) All day night, and all night long When you wake up in the morning And you start to yawn All day night, and all night long See'mon, see'mon (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick It might make ya rich Bitch) Death Row