Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song #1 Crew In The Area, artist - Mack 10. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
#1 Crew In The Area |
| Well let’s do this shit |
| I’ma start this bitch off, and y’all run it, check it, uhh |
| On your marks, get set, go for what you know |
| It’s the #1 crew in your area, dough for dough |
| I keep it thuggish with my Dickies on sag |
| I buy my '57 Rag until my '98 Jag |
| And just roll all over the town on 20 inch wheels |
| And just, brag all about the mill’s I made on mic skills |
| I slang and do my thang keepin niggas on amp |
| It’s Mack 10 kickin shit from the Hoo-Bangin camp |
| Haha (nigga) |
| I just, wake up and ball y’all (Whattup K-Mac?) |
| Comrade criminals and y’know we fades em all (That's right) |
| I’m hittin six on the teatley |
| And I’m ridin on you busters cuz that’s how it gotta be (It got to be) |
| Niggas please, Cadillacs on Deez (on Deez) |
| And in the middle of the winter, it’s still 89 degrees (That's right) |
| We’s die hard, pullin job nigga’s whole cards |
| Best to check our records cos we’s ??? |
| ??? |
| (That's right) |
| I kill a nigga ten times, before he hit the concrete (Whattup Techniec?) |
| Tight shit that make ya say «Damn, Tech got bomb heat» (Hahaha) |
| First nigga that speak like «I don’t believe you» |
| First nigga who face touch asphalt before his knees do (God DAMN!) |
| Nigga, I ain’t tryin to please you, know that |
| I’m no joke, black, you can quote that, I wrote that |
| I hold Mac’s with 2−1's |
| Plus the deuce-5's at my side so I got two guns (That's right) |
| It don’t stop til the casket drop |
| Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang |
| On the corner with this rap tryin to regulate cheese |
| Y’know we represent them straight B’s and C’s |
| G’yeah (Wassup? Whattup Eiht?) |
| Ready to go to war, I take you to war |
| Hoo-Bangin as I buck thru your passenger door (BUCK BUCK) |
| Bust, grab your bitch and tell her hit the floor (Hit the deck, bitch) |
| Give it a fuck, blood pour, what we came here for (That's right) |
| Til I die, why camouflage? |
| I’m in a Dodge (Wassup nigga?) |
| Your homies can’t see me, I’m greedy, call me Idi |
| Speedy, the fire spits, kicks like the Last Dragon |
| Connects the clock with the Glocks, g’yeah |
| I’m a motherfuckin Westside gangbang, low ride nigga (Yeah) |
| A 600 Benz ride, Cristal sipper (Nigga) |
| You don’t wanna fuck with me, you’re high, nigga (What?) |
| Fuck with this here, you disappear, listen to me clear |
| 6-double 0 bang, ace double O gang |
| Run up in banks and run trancs, what’s my fuckin name? |
| (What's my name?) |
| CJ L-A-Richwold, right here for the scrap |
| Less risk for the roller, killin niggas over |
| So-so crackin, steady and packin on chrome, up under the hood |
| Slingin packages from S-C to Inglewood |
| Runnin up on ya, puttin em on ya wit these knuckle hammers, mayne |
| It’s the shadiest ridah loc, quick to let the barrel flame |
| Dub-C, one of the last niggas you wanna get wit, with these things I’m |
| 'quipped with |
| Bitch, I’m a couple of sandwiches away from a picnic |
| Clippin nothin but hogs, I’m from the seaside of the walls |
| What’s connectin with these doggs? |
| Nigga, ballin til we fall |
| B’s and C’s, slangin CD’s |
| Overseas, the Vietnamese and Japanese (Uhh) |
| Ya get got, your ass’ll get shot |
| Have you on your hands and knees like you was makin sulac |
| What’s the plot? |
| Nigga, from here to Reno |
| Boo Kapone got three cases up in Chino (Nigga) |
| I smash, I blast for the cash, I smoke hash |
| I ripped your ass in half, don’t niggas do the math? |
| (Niggas) |
| Y’ALL DON’T WANNA GET DOWN! |
| Fuck y’all fools |
| YA BEST LAYDOWN! |
| Get clowned when we spray your whole town |
| The Jock Coon aka Binky Mac, nigga! |
| Porsche or gat? |
| Put you flat then I ditch my strap (Throw it away) |
| What’s the haps, mayn? |
| Jockin a whole crap game |
| Mack 10 put a nigga on in, so now I Hoo-Bang (get yours, nigga) |
| New Jordans with my usual P hat |
| B-Mac, if I ever go broke I’m grabbin my ski mask |
| Nigga, I’m a baller, Inglewood dweller, ho seller |
| Schemin for the pussy four times, do your duty |
| Bustle up in this and tatted up |
| Live and die for the West, but ain’t had enough |
| It’s a Hoo-Bang thang, they say a «Nigga, where ya homie be?» |
| like |
| (Don't slow your roll) Too late I’m banged out |
| I’m livin crucial, through this here ??? |
| I live for violence and motherfuckers feel the terror |
| RISE UP when you other fools is fallin |
| The Dawgs is who you gon' call, we on the ball like Spalding |
| Trick, it’s the infamous Macs from the I |
| Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go from low-to-high |
| Drive by, yeah G loves swamp rat and thug dumpin |
| Bumpin, see me from Roadawgs, always into somethin |
| Like NWA, Hoo-Bangin, the R-E-C-I-P-E, yeah |
| We fades em all, like Jamal |
| It’s Westside Connect bang or ball? |
| (Nigga) |
| Just ask the lil' homie Do Dirty |
| We get drunk and start beatin fools up at the pool party |
| Yeah, gettin ours, Westside Connect OGz |
| Hoo-Bang for the cheese, nigga |
| You know about this crew |
| Try to see it or L-I-G it, nigga, wuz happenin? |