On Them Thangs - Mack 10

When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it

It’s my African express I don’t leave home without it

Summertime just ain’t known for the weather

It’s hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together

13's to 14 7's can’t miss

But on some shit you got to let 15−8's twist

Chevy trucks and 'em

El Caminos anybody want Dana’s I got them for eight c-notes

All day long

Gold or all chrome it’s on

You oughta get 'em cause the tires come with 'em

But they ain’t for busters only hogs roll D’s

So keep yo' stocks on if you can’t fade these

Thousands in my pocket, yayo I rock it

Keep my low clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down

Make the bumper drag the ground on the 'Shaw

Every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs

Get the hammer

Be sure that yo strap ain’t a jammer and as long

As ain’t nuthin' wrong then beat I’m on

As I watch for the lick I got the switch to make me hit

Front back side to side and that three wheel shit

Won’t hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce

But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose

It don’t stop for Mack, it’s the same ol' same ol'

Danas gold as a halo, twisting like a tornado

In that surplus gear like the G of the year

Fuck the hour, it’s all about the money and the power

Ain’t about set trippin' no Bloodin' no Crippin'

Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches

As I’m rollin' out of control and smoking humps

Crank up the bumpie bumps 4 gates and square

Dumps so I bang it, make the 20's slide when I swang it

Lick it once lick it twice as nice

When I hang it on them thangs

D’s I’m on 'em

Killas they want 'em

On them thangs…

Old Chevy’s to Cadillacs on twisters and Doves

Everybody got a plaque given pub to they car club

Mafia for life, Individuals and Damus Ride

Majestics and them niggas from the southside

New school to old school get they ride on

Bendin' corners caravaning like 50 strong

In a rag top that and a hard top this

Bustin ho’s cause you can’t miss if you let 'em twist

So get you a set of them what we call Dana’s

And see for yo’self all the bitches they brang us

Cut the wheel right to left and make the ass end slide

Now all the riders ride and skate from side to side

On them thangs