Hate In Yo Eyes - Mack 10

You can hear it bumpin through the door

It’s a party jumpin on the floor

And from the way it sound it ain’t no doubt (whassup?)

That the West coast is in yo' mouth

Yea, yea

It’s all gravy, petty cash never fades me So po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me

I’m a hustler, gettin cash like crazy

Hard grindin pays me, work ethic is never lazy

Block hugger, the hood raised me And she, won’t be happy 'til she lays me No, you never seem to amaze me So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me My name sparkin like a street king

Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the «Bling Bling»

A whole lot of haters out there it seem

But I flip 'em all off and keep doin my thing

I’m a boss about, when I Inglewood swing

Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring

Now ding ding — let the bell ring

And if it’s drama you want, then it’s drama I bring, sing

Meanwhile I be indeed

and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Cause I’m livin like a G you intrigued

and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Never trippin cause it ain’t nuttin to me but I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Hah, hah, hah — I can see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Look — you local cats is just small potatoes

No names, cause this addressed to ALL the haters

From the 'Wood, there is NONE greater

Mack the headliner and y’all are spectators

Remember «Foe Life?"I put the 'Wood in it And looked out for you when your own hood didn’t

And plus you forgot who was payin your bills

Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal

For me good livin, y’all independently rhymin

You got the hustle game backwards, you nickle and dimin

Oh hip-hop classics?

I make 'em AND got 'em

And yo' group, ain’t been heard of past the Bottoms

I can’t go to my turf, and mingle with my G’s

I got one word to say about that one — what?

Please

Chickenhawks, y’all ain’t worth a feather in my wing

And all this hatin just let me know I’m doin my thing, sing

Hoo-Bang, Hoo-Ride

All day, all night

Throw dubs, up high

Westside, foe life

Now tell me, is it the deuce-ones on the Bentley?

The lowriders, the mansions, is that why you resent me?

Smile in my face, and act so friendly

Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy

Say bruh, what part of the game is that?

You got ways like a dame and how LAME is that?

Actin like a groupie around famous cats

And it’s strange, you don’t have no shame in that

I got your card playboy, but I ain’t trippin

You know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin

Get dough by bunches, donatin and tippin

Let it ride on the Harley, and six-fo' dippin

Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean

I’m like a leprechaun, I want nuttin BUT green

Avoid the haters, and for the party scene

Copped a rock from the D-R to make the head ring, sing

— repeat 2X

Mack one-oh, Hoo-Bangin' foe life!

And it don’t quit

Take a picture trick;

yeah, take a picture trick, yea

It might make ya RICH.

Wessssyde ri-ders, BAY-BAY!

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