Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hate In Yo Eyes, artist - Mack 10. Album song Bang Or Ball, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Hate In Yo Eyes |
| You can hear it bumpin through the door |
| It’s a party jumpin on the floor |
| And from the way it sound it ain’t no doubt (whassup?) |
| That the West coast is in yo' mouth |
| Yea, yea |
| It’s all gravy, petty cash never fades me So po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me |
| I’m a hustler, gettin cash like crazy |
| Hard grindin pays me, work ethic is never lazy |
| Block hugger, the hood raised me And she, won’t be happy 'til she lays me No, you never seem to amaze me So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me My name sparkin like a street king |
| Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the «Bling Bling» |
| A whole lot of haters out there it seem |
| But I flip 'em all off and keep doin my thing |
| I’m a boss about, when I Inglewood swing |
| Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring |
| Now ding ding — let the bell ring |
| And if it’s drama you want, then it’s drama I bring, sing |
| Meanwhile I be indeed |
| and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes |
| Cause I’m livin like a G you intrigued |
| and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes |
| Never trippin cause it ain’t nuttin to me but I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes |
| Hah, hah, hah — I can see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes |
| Look — you local cats is just small potatoes |
| No names, cause this addressed to ALL the haters |
| From the 'Wood, there is NONE greater |
| Mack the headliner and y’all are spectators |
| Remember «Foe Life?"I put the 'Wood in it And looked out for you when your own hood didn’t |
| And plus you forgot who was payin your bills |
| Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal |
| For me good livin, y’all independently rhymin |
| You got the hustle game backwards, you nickle and dimin |
| Oh hip-hop classics? |
| I make 'em AND got 'em |
| And yo' group, ain’t been heard of past the Bottoms |
| I can’t go to my turf, and mingle with my G’s |
| I got one word to say about that one — what? |
| Please |
| Chickenhawks, y’all ain’t worth a feather in my wing |
| And all this hatin just let me know I’m doin my thing, sing |
| Hoo-Bang, Hoo-Ride |
| All day, all night |
| Throw dubs, up high |
| Westside, foe life |
| Now tell me, is it the deuce-ones on the Bentley? |
| The lowriders, the mansions, is that why you resent me? |
| Smile in my face, and act so friendly |
| Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy |
| Say bruh, what part of the game is that? |
| You got ways like a dame and how LAME is that? |
| Actin like a groupie around famous cats |
| And it’s strange, you don’t have no shame in that |
| I got your card playboy, but I ain’t trippin |
| You know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin |
| Get dough by bunches, donatin and tippin |
| Let it ride on the Harley, and six-fo' dippin |
| Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean |
| I’m like a leprechaun, I want nuttin BUT green |
| Avoid the haters, and for the party scene |
| Copped a rock from the D-R to make the head ring, sing |
| — repeat 2X |
| Mack one-oh, Hoo-Bangin' foe life! |
| And it don’t quit |
| Take a picture trick; |
| yeah, take a picture trick, yea |
| It might make ya RICH. |
| Wessssyde ri-ders, BAY-BAY! |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh |