Caught Up movie - You Don't Want None lyrics
rate meSong 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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