| Gangsta’s don’t dance we boogie
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| Usually always down for the come up, late nite to sun up
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| 365 look out, I took out niggas foe they loot
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| When I drive-by I shoot
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| Blast their ass, smoke the spot like a genie
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| Many niggas want to be one, but they don’t want to see me
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| MACK the renegade rap rebel, ghetto livin unforgivin
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| I’ve been driven psycho, I just might go BUCK BUCK BUCK
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| Wild do it right, keep it tight
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| So I sight busters in the scope, no hope
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| Cut short by the cutthroat, I make heads flaot
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| Cause I’m dope as caviar, by far nigagz from the Inglewood
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| To the Compton car
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| In my click crooked legit SHIT you can’t FUCK wit
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| Fool like B.G. |
| I’m brung up down
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| To kick dust hit you up then I bust nigga
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| MACK 10's THE NAME
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| (I heard the name in 99 different places)
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| MACK 10's THE NAME
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| (The name’s Mack 10, and I live Inglewood)
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| Up jumped the boogie bang bang, when I dump give ya hell
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| When the shells kick out the riot pump
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| When I jerk it, klack klack work it
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| Easy if it’s greasy
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| One time had to pull they straps to freeze me
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| Elite on my feet, if I don’t see heat
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| I slang boulder, I soldiers, the west side streets
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| Down for the do low know, crazy that as gets
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| The gangsta SHIT don’t quit
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| Much more bounc to the ounce, slippedy slide
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| Let Me Ride on these niggas, check em nine double-m fully tech em
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| Straight up gun play one way, rat-a-tat-tat em
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| Buck red hot ones at em, aim at em, flame at pop-um
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| Till me drop em kill or be killed so I keep my clip filled
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| When I ball, whatta HELL, it’s my everyday behavior
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| Khakis, Slingshot, and Chuck Taylors
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| MACK 10's THE NAME
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| (I heard the name in 99 different places)
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| MACK 10's THE NAME
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| (The name’s MACK 10 and I live Inglewood) |