walk it, and talk about it But this nigga B.G. gon' be dog about it Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka,
Prijevod: Mack 10. Pas o tome.
walk it, and talk about it But this nigga B.G. gon' be dog about it [Chorus: B.G.] Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin' It's bluka, bluka
gun now they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
'm a double back and do it again) So here it is fool, I play the game where it's no rules Dropped out in the 10th grade and told my mom to fuck school
where ya from, baby It's the last line, we can have some fun, maybe Me and B-La, yea, we got jungle fever But it's all about the money with us We don
bank, Uhh making deposits till I fuckin' faint, New Orleans, nigga how about them fuckin' Saints, It's tight on our end call that Bubba Franks, Matter fact it
the dog in me baby Nigga thats pimp shit, born to mack Nothin' but the hog in me, that's what I said I was born to mack and at a young age I knew I'
for about 10 years or more Talking about shit you never did before You know my macking is cracking, all of the time 24-7 Spitting playboy rhymes I got a serious grind and it
the task force jack me The story's been told one million times About a boy growin up to a life of crime I heard it before, you heard it too But now, homeboy, it
' with the beat in the back Party time, get busy, party time Party time so get busy Shake it, bake it, make it, break it Work that body girl just don't fake it
'bout ya time zone homie get yo' grind on [Repeat] [Cube & Mack] Get it Get it Ahaha My nigga that shit is hard as fuck Get it get it get it get it
chose it's a house full of hoes I suppose at least one of those want Mister flossy with the kilos You know it's quick fast shit it's all about the cash
mean the Westside With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10 Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It It
two (Uh) You dudes ain't worth it, keep them funny jewels (Whoa) I'm so street like asphalt I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens Don
muthafuckin' cabbage, It's a habit to grab it, when I see it I gotta get it, Don't deny me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to split it, My name ring
criminals Bout to slay em out the pocket Watch it, got to calmly load it Cock it, pop it, shot it, head exploded And he owed it The murder he wrote it
I fet's my own back in a strap But if it calls for that I got my nigga Kenny Mack (beeoitch) Swift as the wind the Mac 10 is in my niggas clutches So
