Mack 10

Mack 10 - You Ain't Seen Nothin lyrics

rate me

[JD talking] (Foxy Brown)

(Uh.) Did y'all expect us?

(No no.) Bitches, can y'all get naked?

(That's right!)

[JD]

Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see

Fa so la ti, it's chi chi

Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me

Talks to each it, wanna sleep with it

Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress

Tryin to see the top stop, everything drop so

Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know

I'm that playboy J, doin it my way like Usher

And I don't feel bad when I crush ya

Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all

With shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all

You feel me dog? I'm a C-H-I, multi

And I live and die for the whole pie

You can call it what you want, I'm a motherfuckin vet

[Hook:] [Mack 10] (JD) {Foxy Brown} X 2

(And ain't none a y'all seen nothin yet!)

It's that platinum shit, that's all we get

So let it be known that it's all for real

{And all we about is them dollar dollar bills!}

[Foxy Brown]

You know that Na Na got the heater shit

That uh, everybody wanna eat her shit

Niggas talkin about they six wanna see this shit

Knowin half a y'all broads wanna be this bitch

>From NY to the west side, motherfuckers keep me in the best ride

38 chest size, ain't fuckin less I come off

With like 30 G's easy once the nigga dead off

Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck

I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch

And everything I rocks with

Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky

Got to bank this to even see me half naked

Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci

Ridicuolous ice, tag me, million dollar price

Stay frontin, y'all cats ain't seen nothin

[Hook] X 2

[Mack 10] (Foxy Brown)

I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino

And keep the semi glock, where ever me go

I stay ruger ready, or either Smith & Wesson

And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I'm tested

So where you wanna meet at playa, over here?

I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear

Plus I'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen

Put your shades on when you peep the Lex cuz the baugettes glisten

(I want the whole three dozen

And with that drama, biz)

Well it all depends on how ill your na na is

Can you go O-T with a few and a gun?

But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one?

Now you can be up in the west and do it my way

Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA

Wanna ball well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale

Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell

[Hook] X 2

[Mack 10 talking]

The Hoo Banger, Mack 10.

The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown.

And the homie JD, the don chi chi.

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