nothin' but the cavi hit

dat nigga daz {}]

{oh yeah}

world wide

west side

yo

mack 10 with tha dogg pound

yeah

and the hits don't stop {sucka}

{nothin but the cavi}

hey

daz {sup}

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

kurupt {}]

fuck you over there

{and if you wanna trip

we got the straps near}

cause niggas like us do platnium every year

{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 daz