Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mack 10, Mack 10, artist - Marcus Moore
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Mack 10, Mack 10 |
It go M-A-C to the K one to the O |
Bitches scream (HO!) |
Hoo-Bangin with Nuthin But The Cavi |
Steppin out the smog like a hog with my family |
Squeak-Ru and Mack dime on the fade |
Been lacin up our stars and stealin cars Since the 8th grade |
Quick to pull your lid |
You can call us Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid |
Mack the Inglewood maniac, whos got the biggest sack?(Mack: «me») |
Niggas that get large get put on contract |
And thats a fact, He’s all about big bucks |
When he’s saggin with his motherfuckin khakis and chucks |
Chicken hawkin, swoop down low my nigga stalkin |
AllFrumTha I, When we mob we ain’t talkin |
Binky Mac, once again it’s on Foe Life |
Presence is felt, before we takin yo life |
Chorus: Group (Mack 10) |
Mack 10, Mack 10, (can't you understand) |
Mack 10, Mack 10, (Bitch I’m the motherfuckin man) |
Mack 10, Mack 10, (can't you understand) |
Mack 10, Mack 10, (Bitch I’m the motherfuckin man) |
(Mack 10) |
(G): Hey Comrad, we keep pushin this crack |
(G): Niggas gettin washed up, and we can’t have that |
(K): Niggas makin all these snaps with these wack ass raps |
(K): So we went to Inglewood when we finished our sack |
(G): It was back in January, or was it February |
(K): I had to do some time, Mack Dime told me not to worry |
(G): The scene was kinda scary, he sent me commissary |
(K): I did my time and touched down with a flurry |
(G): Told me not to worry, signed a deal in a hurry |
(K): No more slangin dope to those niggas in Missouri |
(G): Baguettes on our jewelry, futures no longer blurry |
(K): And if you see a bitch with us fo sho she’s temporary (Temporary) |
(G): And you know we got it like that |
(K): Rolexed out the game spo’tin croca sacks |
(Nigga thats what you get when you fucks with me) |
The Comrads and Mack D-I-M-E |
I can leap tall buildings twist on them thangs |
I made Nuthin But The Cavi hits an Hoo Banged |
I set traps to make snaps from coast to coast |
And now I’m up to seven figures and I’m doin the most |
I watch niggas cause they shady, I pack a lil .380 |
Look out for my peoples, everything is all gravy |
(Is Mack a cool nigga?) Yeap, I guess, maybe |
Bought a bubble eyes Benz for my bitch and my baby |
Always talk about the hood, so they say that I’m a bragger |
And if yous ain’t a true blue, then yous a red ragger |
If your girl want a thug then you know that I’mma tag her |
But if she set me up then I’mma have to body bag her |
Lay the back down on the Chevy so the ass end’s a dragger |
If a bitch is at the house while I’m jackin I’mma gag her |
Wear my clothes like a banger, so of course I’mma sagger |
Plus a young nigga rollin' more stones than Mick Jagger |