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  • Main » M » Mack 10 » You Don't Want None Lyrics
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    Posted: 28.07.2004
    Views: 99
    From Caught Up soundtrack

    Damn Dawg, sure look you ballin
    I hit licks nigga
    Yeah homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo' neck
    Whassup?
    I hit licks nigga
    Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit style
    what's happenin witchu man?
    I hit licks nigga
    Pushin ?rar-ies?
    I told you dog, I hit licks nigga

    [Mack 10]
    I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest
    The young presidential nigga with the platinum status
    Maniac Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs
    Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?
    With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz like top ramen
    And Dawg I'm dumpin everytime you're even thinkin about bombin
    This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that's real
    You need to give up your goods or get your punk ass killed

    [Road Dawgs]
    In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin plastic
    got bitches walkin out of banks with cash advances
    I came up watchin true ballers; no one can school us
    I've seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers
    Stay strapped for the get back; plus I use it
    to jack hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming*
    Every since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix
    Another motherfucker hog tied

    in the trunk of the Continental (how you do dat)
    Trix are for kids, when I'm finished check his dental (check it)
    Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole from me
    I had to plug on him (we know his whereabouts)
    No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin
    We gotta take him, shake him for his Dayton's
    Empty the clip and desecrate him, verbatim
    (Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em

    Chorus: Road Dawgs

    You don't want none (Westsiders we riders)
    Licks, it's all about stacks and stocks
    Max with glocks
    [Mack 10] as my lifetime is tickin
    Comin up strong, lickin and flippin chickens

    Chorus

    [Road Dawgs]
    Huh, it be the season for lickin (right)
    Much love to my thug niggaz and drug dealers
    (Hell yeah (nigga) make way)
    for the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers
    on the real, when I stick steel in your grill
    with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled
    Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and jack
    Kill for the crack, sell it and steal it right back

    Set your mindstate, into murders and po-po
    California's ruthless... keep the fo'-fo'
    Straight dumpin out a fo'-do'
    in the city with the Damu rip, and cholo
    G's wearin Polo, doin their 'do low
    When I strike, you're stuck, I attack like Cujo
    It's do or die for da meanest
    in a gang like this nigga, fuck all freaks!

    [Mack 10]
    Since dope is the game, I guess I found my niche
    Got everybody trippin how quick I got rich
    First Mack used to struggle, but now it's mo' betta
    I got to meet mo' niggaz, so I made mo' chedda
    Now my whole umbrella check doe like a teller
    Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird seller
    Got the spot straight vacant what's to be made a nigga make it
    And what a nigga ain't makin, you best believe a nigga takin

    Chorus

    [Road Dawgs]
    I'm a motherfuckin menace, mashin through Lennox
    up to Venice down in Henny's, chasin it with Guinness
    All one, greed in my eyesite stay G'd
    and make em bleed nigga what that I like
    Gangsta love, slippin on my gloves
    Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the dove
    Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through your doors
    and your windows, layin niggaz out

    [Mack 10]
    I can see clearly now, let the bullshit fade
    Niggaz can't paid caught up in the masquerade
    So I mash and hoo-ride when it's time to collide
    And keep a big fat heater cause it's cold outside
    I flash like boo-ya, won't hesitate to DO ya
    A nigga like me a straight junkie for MOO-la
    One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the funds
    Makin hons pull they guns and fuckin two-one-one's (beyitch!)

    [Road Dawgs]
    I been exposed to this lavish life gangsta shit
    And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major grip
    So give it up motherfucker! You got
    one more time with that flip mouth then I'm buckin ya
    Check it in homey, keys and cash
    Don't make me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash
    Another bloody situation (Bitch ass nigga!)
    Blaowww, I ran out of patience

    Chorus 4X

    [Mack 10]
    Yeahhh, the Road Dawgs, and Mack One-Oh
    Straight up Westside Connect gangbangin to the fullest nigga!
    (Tell em Dawg) hahaha
    YOU KNOW FOOL! Unfadeable
    Dub-S-C-G, you niggaz don't want none
    (WessSYDE!!)
    You don't want none
    Nah nigga, you don't want none
    (You don't want NONE!)