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Rhyme & Reason movie - Nothin' but the Cavi Hit lyrics

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Song by Mack 10 & Tha Dogg Pound<br /><br>

[Intro: Mack 10, Kurupt (), Dat Nigga Daz {}]<br>

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(Blaze up)<br>

{Oh yeah}<br>

World wide, west side<br>

Yo<br>

Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound<br>

Yeah, and the hits don't stop {Sucka}<br>

{Nothin but the cavi}<br>

Hey, Daz {Sup}<br>

Check this out, dog<br>

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[Mack 10]<br>

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Now when I come to ya'll hood, ya'll watch my back<br>

And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack<br>

So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper<br>

Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper<br>

Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast<br>

A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased<br>

Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be<br>

Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be<br>

<br>

[Dat Nigga Daz]<br>

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It ain't no questions asked<br>

You down to blast for me?<br>

Down to ride for me?<br>

Down to die for me?<br>

I come through for these sucka-ass niggas who rep<br>

Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death<br>

Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static<br>

Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked<br>

We swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb<br>

We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub<br>

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[Kurupt]<br>

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We in the war zone,<br>

Where the war's on<br>

Where ya gun, nigga?<br>

Show em where you're from, nigga<br>

Ridin-ass young nigga<br>

Arsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch<br>

With the double fours on the hip rollin with the force<br>

He's out to catch a body<br>

Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party<br>

Now he's walking around smarter<br>

Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumpin<br>

I'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin<br>

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[Chorus: Mack 10, Dat Nigga Daz (), Kurupt {}]<br>

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Fuck you over there<br>

(Party over here)<br>

{And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near}<br>

<br>

Cause niggas like us do platnium every year<br>

(And if I ruled this sphere)<br>

{Your shit'd disappear}<br>

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Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air<br>

And wave em all around like ya just don't care<br>

We're ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy<br>

Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi<br>

<br>

[Mack 10]<br>

<br>

I'm servin niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast<br>

Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most<br>

Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle<br>

And everything I make, fuck around and be a single<br>

From the who bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls<br>

Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls<br>

We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it<br>

But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked<br>

<br>

[Dat Nigga Daz]<br>

<br>

I'll be goddamned<br>

I'm in it for a meal ticket<br>

And the goal's succesful<br>

I don't know who to prove a show<br>

Usual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back<br>

Ya'll don't know us like that,<br>

Where the gang-banger's hang at<br>

They "Daz, are you a rider?"<br>

I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"<br>

From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood<br>

On a cash mission bailin hood to hood<br>

<br>

[Kurupt]<br>

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Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,<br>

I feel like loose-shakin niggas like dice<br>

Forever in the day<br>

Say what you say<br>

On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.<br>

I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl<br>

To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,<br>

It's all about mashing, cashin heat in the stash<br>

When you're in the neigborhood of assassins<br>

What you say?<br>

<br>

[Chorus]<br>

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[Outro: Dat Nigga Daz, Mack 10 ()]<br>

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What do you consider fun?<br>

(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)<br>

All day night, and all night long<br>

(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)<br>

When you wake up in the morining<br>

And you start to yawn<br>

(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)<br>

All day night, and all night long<br>

(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)<br>

C'mon, C'mon<br>

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(Yeah, dub S.C.G.<br>

D.P.G.C.<br>

Ha ha ha,<br>

Take a picture, trick<br>

Take a picture, trick<br>

Take a picture, trick<br>

It might make ya rich<br>

Wesssydeee,<br>

Biatch)<br>

Death Row<br>

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