Caught Up movie - You Don't Want None lyrics

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Song by Mack 10 & Road Dawgs<br /><br>

Damn Dawg, sure look you ballin<br>

I hit licks nigga<br>

Yeah homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo' neck<br>

Whassup?<br>

I hit licks nigga<br>

Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit style<br>

what's happenin witchu man?<br>

I hit licks nigga<br>

Pushin ?rar-ies?<br>

I told you dog, I hit licks nigga<br>

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[Mack 10]<br>

I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest<br>

The young presidential nigga with the platinum status<br>

Maniac Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs<br>

Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?<br>

With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz like top ramen<br>

And Dawg I'm dumpin everytime you're even thinkin about bombin<br>

This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that's real<br>

You need to give up your goods or get your punk ass killed<br>

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[Road Dawgs]<br>

In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin plastic<br>

got bitches walkin out of banks with cash advances<br>

I came up watchin true ballers; no one can school us<br>

I've seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers<br>

Stay strapped for the get back; plus I use it<br>

to jack hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming*<br>

Every since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix<br>

Another motherfucker hog tied<br>

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in the trunk of the Continental (how you do dat)<br>

Trix are for kids, when I'm finished check his dental (check it)<br>

Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole from me<br>

I had to plug on him (we know his whereabouts)<br>

No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin<br>

We gotta take him, shake him for his Dayton's<br>

Empty the clip and desecrate him, verbatim<br>

(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em<br>

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[Chorus: Road Dawgs]<br>

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You don't want none (Westsiders we riders)<br>

Licks, it's all about stacks and stocks<br>

Max with glocks<br>

[Mack 10] as my lifetime is tickin<br>

Comin up strong, lickin and flippin chickens<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Road Dawgs]<br>

Huh, it be the season for lickin (right)<br>

Much love to my thug niggaz and drug dealers<br>

(Hell yeah (nigga) make way)<br>

for the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers<br>

on the real, when I stick steel in your grill<br>

with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled<br>

Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and jack<br>

Kill for the crack, sell it and steal it right back<br>

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Set your mindstate, into murders and po-po<br>

California's ruthless... keep the fo'-fo'<br>

Straight dumpin out a fo'-do'<br>

in the city with the Damu rip, and cholo<br>

G's wearin Polo, doin their 'do low<br>

When I strike, you're stuck, I attack like Cujo<br>

It's do or die for da meanest<br>

in a gang like this nigga, fuck all freaks!<br>

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[Mack 10]<br>

Since dope is the game, I guess I found my niche<br>

Got everybody trippin how quick I got rich<br>

First Mack used to struggle, but now it's mo' betta<br>

I got to meet mo' niggaz, so I made mo' chedda<br>

Now my whole umbrella check doe like a teller<br>

Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird seller<br>

Got the spot straight vacant what's to be made a nigga make it<br>

And what a nigga ain't makin, you best believe a nigga takin<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Road Dawgs]<br>

I'm a motherfuckin menace, mashin through Lennox<br>

up to Venice down in Henny's, chasin it with Guinness<br>

All one, greed in my eyesite stay G'd<br>

and make em bleed nigga what that I like<br>

Gangsta love, slippin on my gloves<br>

Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the dove<br>

Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through your doors<br>

and your windows, layin niggaz out<br>

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[Mack 10]<br>

I can see clearly now, let the bullshit fade<br>

Niggaz can't paid caught up in the masquerade<br>

So I mash and hoo-ride when it's time to collide<br>

And keep a big fat heater cause it's cold outside<br>

I flash like boo-ya, won't hesitate to DO ya<br>

A nigga like me a straight junkie for MOO-la<br>

One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the funds<br>

Makin hons pull they guns and fuckin two-one-one's (beyitch!)<br>

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[Road Dawgs]<br>

I been exposed to this lavish life gangsta shit<br>

And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major grip<br>

So give it up motherfucker! You got<br>

one more time with that flip mouth then I'm buckin ya<br>

Check it in homey, keys and cash<br>

Don't make me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash<br>

Another bloody situation (Bitch ass nigga!)<br>

Blaowww, I ran out of patience<br>

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[Chorus 4X]<br>

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[Mack 10]<br>

Yeahhh, the Road Dawgs, and Mack One-Oh<br>

Straight up Westside Connect gangbangin to the fullest nigga!<br>

(Tell em Dawg) hahaha<br>

YOU KNOW FOOL! Unfadeable<br>

Dub-S-C-G, you niggaz don't want none<br>

(WessSYDE!!)<br>

You don't want none<br>

Nah nigga, you don't want none<br>

(You don't want NONE!)<br>

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