Letra de Hate in yo eyes

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

[Mack 10]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Mack 10]
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

[Chorus]

[Interlude: repeat 2X]
Hoo-Bang, Hoo-Ride
All day, all night
Throw dubs, up high
Westside, foe life

[Mack 10]
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

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Mack 10]
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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