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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mack 10
Mack 10
Performer
E-40
E-40
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Art Banks
Art Banks
Composer
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Composer
Dedrick Rolison
Dedrick Rolison
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Art Banks
Art Banks
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mack One Dime, excuse me, play boy
Aight, check this out, aight ****, check this out
We crimeys, right? that mean you my partner in crime
Like that, check this out, let's let 'em know something
You know **** shoulda been plugged up from LA to the Bay
You understand you din' big things
Big things, motherfucker, big things, fool
Check it out
[Verse 2]
Aight, one-oh, this E-Feezee, I gotta, I gotta thank my math teacher
Count Dracula, for just teachin' a brother to you know count his marbles
You know? What about you?
[Verse 3]
You see, I can't stop, I won't stop 'till I check a mill'
I need a super bad bitch and a house of the hill
Three-sixty-five, seven days, I believe crack pays
My estate's bein' guarded by pitbulls and AKs
I'm straight cookin' them things, movin' weigh like I should
'Cause a **** livin' good don't mean he went Hollywood
Dog, I practice my craft so each year I get better
To stay ghetto and clever but be richer than ever
[Verse 4]
Fonzerelli, man, I thought you was a rebel
I am
Well, tell me this then
Why you move up out the ghetto?
Motherfucker, I am the ghetto
I beg your pardon
****, I was gridin' tryna take off ****' heads flossin'
Fuckin' hoes when you was in kindergarten
****, this ain't Lenny and Squiggy, this E-Feezee and Mack Teezee
Fuckin' with Italian Romaine pasta chicken Tortellini
Thirty odd six custodian with the scope
Far from Nickelodeon, no shit, no joke
Southern Cali up north, see, we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun, report it stolen
Plead the 5th but don't snitch, no case 'cause they po po
And they mami know that twelve gauge equipment can be traced
Stand on ya bunions, ****, don't try to get caught in his drawers
'Cause them two-two-threes, be penetratin' through walls
Plus I got warrants and shit, didn't pay child support
Thinkin' about sippin' town, movin' to Shreveport, bitch
[Verse 5]
You see, I can't stop, I won't stop 'till I check a mill'
I need a super bad bitch and a house of the hill
From LA to the Yay, see, we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun, report it stolen
You see, I can't stop, I won't stop 'till I check a mill'
I need a super bad bitch and a house of the hill
See, you my dude, right?
That mean we partners in crime
It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime
[Verse 6]
Forty, I'm the one, bro, that's in the mix like gumbo
Now, how can I stay humble and make feddy by the bundle?
Marv said, we got bigger triggers, Mack, we got bigger figures
Now throw the top back on the 'Rarri and bang gears on these ****
And watch what the money show you about **** that don't know you
Busters is gon' hate, real Gs is happy for ya
It's Mack Dime on the grind, fool, it's my time to shine
Now, would you **** kick back and let me get mine?
'Causing havoc, sparkin' up chaos
Bringin' the ruckus, heavy metal heaters
Mobbin', under buckets, if you can't beat us then join us
Get on the team, street sweepers, grenades, rifles
And M-one car beams
Dice games craps, bets over car titles, pink slips, cash money
Watchin' out for rival gang members beefin'
Bad weather but it all boils down to who got the most paper
[Verse 7]
You see, I can't stop, I won't stop 'till I check a mill'
I need a super bad bitch and a house of the hill
From LA to the Yay, see, we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun, report it stolen
You see, I can't stop, I won't stop 'till I check a mill'
I need a super bad bitch and a house of the hill
See, you my dude, right?
That mean we partners in crime
It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime
[Verse 8]
I shoot 'em up like syringes, I know what real end is
Low-low Harley Davison and big body Benzes
And been faded so far, my wrist I got it all
Hundred thousand dollar car 'cause I kush to caviar
So what's up, what you need, everybody huddle up
Got the two for one special with the rock called double up
So get lit, take a hit, shop it open all day
From LA to the Bay, it's Mac 10 and E-40
[Verse 9]
Sometimes I wonder if it's worth this (Worth what?)
Fuckin' with the law tryna make it look like I'm runnin' legitimate
Tow truck service with a just say no to drugs
Bumper sticker on the back window
Knowin' I been smokin' the ganja
Go around the corner, four houses down
Across the way make a right, and then a left
Over there by Safeway, when you get there page me
Punch in how much you wanna spend
Separate the twenties from the ones, fives, and tens
Neck slide sharp narcotic venders
Always do business in shoppin' centers
Buck 'em, stick 'em, stuck 'em, don't ever fuck me
Hate 'em, bleed 'em, love 'em, shit can get ugly
[Verse 10]
You see, I can't stop, I won't stop 'till I check a mill'
I need a super bad bitch and a house of the hill
From LA to the Yay, see, we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun, report it stolen
You see, I can't stop, I won't stop 'till I check a mill'
I need a super bad bitch and a house of the hill
See, you my dude, right?
That mean we partners in crime
It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime
[Verse 11]
Who rang, who rang
Who rang, who rang
Who rang, who rang
Who rang, who rang
Who rang, who rang
Who rang, who rang
Who rang, who rang
Who rang, who rang
[Verse 12]
Now come one feed 'em cold sardines', cold sardines
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em and feed 'em cold sardines
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em and feed 'em cold sardines
Written by: Art Banks, Dedrick Rolison, Earl Stevens
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