Mack 10, Tha Dogg Pound - Nothin' But The Cavi Hit

Blaze up Oh yeah World wide, west side Yo Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound Yeah, and the hits don't stop(sucka) (Nuttin but a cavi) Hey, Daz Check this out, dog Now when I come to ya'll hood, ya'll watch my back And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be It ain't no questions asked You down to blast for me? Down to ride for me? Down to die for me? I come through for these sucka-ass niggas who rep Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked We swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub We in the war zone Where the war's on Where ya gun, nigga? Show em where you're from, nigga Ridin-ass young nigga Arsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch With the double fours on the hip rollin with the force He's out to catch a body Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party Now he's walking around smarter Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumpin I'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin Fuck you over there Party over here And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near Cause niggas like us do platnium every year And if I ruled this sphere Your shit'd disappear Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave em all around like ya just don't care We're ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi I'm servin niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle And everything I make, fuck around and be a single From the who bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked I'll be goddamned I'm in it for a meal ticket And the goal's succesful I don't know who to prove a show Usual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back Ya'll don't know us like that Where the gang-banger's hang at They Say "Daz, are you a rider?" I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!" From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood On a cash mission bailin hood to hood Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice I feel like loose-shakin niggas like dice Forever in the day Say what you say On the mic I display, Philly to L.A. I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back It's all about mashing, cashin heat in the stash When you're in the neigborhood of assassins What you say? Fuck you over there Party over here And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near Cause niggas like us do platnium every year And if I ruled this sphere Your shit'd disappear Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave em all around like ya just don't care We're ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) All day night, and all night long (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) When you wake up in the morining And you start to yawn (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) All day night, and all night long C'mon, C'mon (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick It might make ya rich Wesssydeee Biatch Death Row