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Mack 10 - You Don't Want None Lyrics

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  • From Caught Up soundtrack
  • Damn Dawg, sure look you ballin
  • I hit licks nigga
  • Yeah homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo' neck
  • Whassup?
  • I hit licks nigga
  • Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit style
  • what's happenin witchu man?
  • I hit licks nigga
  • Pushin ?rar-ies?
  • I told you dog, I hit licks nigga
  • [Mack 10]
  • I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest
  • The young presidential nigga with the platinum status
  • Maniac Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs
  • Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?
  • With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz like top ramen
  • And Dawg I'm dumpin everytime you're even thinkin about bombin
  • This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that's real
  • You need to give up your goods or get your punk ass killed
  • [Road Dawgs]
  • In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin plastic
  • got *****es walkin out of banks with cash advances
  • I came up watchin true ballers; no one can school us
  • I've seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers
  • Stay strapped for the get back; plus I use it
  • to jack hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming*
  • Every since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix
  • Another mother*****er hog tied
  • in the trunk of the Continental (how you do dat)
  • Trix are for kids, when I'm finished check his dental (check it)
  • Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole from me
  • I had to plug on him (we know his whereabouts)
  • No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin
  • We gotta take him, shake him for his Dayton's
  • Empty the clip and desecrate him, verbatim
  • (Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em
  • Chorus: Road Dawgs
  • You don't want none (Westsiders we riders)
  • Licks, it's all about stacks and stocks
  • Max with glocks
  • [Mack 10] as my lifetime is tickin
  • Comin up strong, lickin and flippin chickens
  • Chorus
  • [Road Dawgs]
  • Huh, it be the season for lickin (right)
  • Much love to my thug niggaz and drug dealers
  • (Hell yeah (nigga) make way)
  • for the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers
  • on the real, when I stick steel in your grill
  • with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled
  • Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and jack
  • Kill for the crack, sell it and steal it right back
  • Set your mindstate, into murders and po-po
  • California's ruthless... keep the fo'-fo'
  • Straight dumpin out a fo'-do'
  • in the city with the Damu rip, and cholo
  • G's wearin Polo, doin their 'do low
  • When I strike, you're stuck, I attack like Cujo
  • It's do or die for da meanest
  • in a gang like this nigga, ***** all freaks!
  • [Mack 10]
  • Since dope is the game, I guess I found my niche
  • Got everybody trippin how quick I got rich
  • First Mack used to struggle, but now it's mo' betta
  • I got to meet mo' niggaz, so I made mo' chedda
  • Now my whole umbrella check doe like a teller
  • Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird seller
  • Got the spot straight vacant what's to be made a nigga make it
  • And what a nigga ain't makin, you best believe a nigga takin
  • Chorus
  • [Road Dawgs]
  • I'm a mother*****in menace, mashin through Lennox
  • up to Venice down in Henny's, chasin it with Guinness
  • All one, greed in my eyesite stay G'd
  • and make em bleed nigga what that I like
  • Gangsta love, slippin on my gloves
  • Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the dove
  • Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through your doors
  • and your windows, layin niggaz out
  • [Mack 10]
  • I can see clearly now, let the bullshit fade
  • Niggaz can't paid caught up in the masquerade
  • So I mash and hoo-ride when it's time to collide
  • And keep a big fat heater cause it's cold outside
  • I flash like boo-ya, won't hesitate to DO ya
  • A nigga like me a straight junkie for MOO-la
  • One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the funds
  • Makin hons pull they guns and *****in two-one-one's (beyitch!)
  • [Road Dawgs]
  • I been exposed to this lavish life gangsta shit
  • And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major grip
  • So give it up mother*****er! You got
  • one more time with that flip mouth then I'm buckin ya
  • Check it in homey, keys and cash
  • Don't make me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash
  • Another bloody situation (***** ass nigga!)
  • Blaowww, I ran out of patience
  • Chorus 4X
  • [Mack 10]
  • Yeahhh, the Road Dawgs, and Mack One-Oh
  • Straight up Westside Connect gangbangin to the fullest nigga!
  • (Tell em Dawg) hahaha
  • YOU KNOW FOOL! Unfadeable
  • Dub-S-C-G, you niggaz don't want none
  • (WessSYDE!!)
  • You don't want none
  • Nah nigga, you don't want none
  • (You don't want NONE!)

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