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Mack 10 - Foe Life Şarkı Sözleri
Mack 10
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verse 1
mack 10 nutty as they come leave ´em face down and numb from the waist down it´s a sunday a gun day rollin´ down a one way in my ´lac front and back over train tracks on yak and herb nigga swerve it get´s on my nerves banked my danas on the curb in the gutta lane i´m butta man foot to the flo´ what you want from the sto´ i´m broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single comin´ from ingle (foe life) is my jingle seen yo´ bitch at the sto´ coulda took her but niggas start to handcuff they hoes like t.j. hooker fool i´ma vet you can bet that i can dance underwater and not get wet it´s the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap everybody run when i bust a cap puttin´ inglewood up on the map look at what i do when i pull my strap bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown bitch hit the silent alarm it´s goin´ down
chorus
foe life foe life mack 10 comin´ through the hood with stripes (repeat)
verse 2
khacki suit ski mask is my attire with my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire fool where ya keep the rims and tires ´fo yo´ life expires i´m as nutty as michael myers didn´t think about the rottweiler a lot of stiches in the ass blood in the impala sittin´ in the county with a gold record ice cube send me pictures of bitches naked caught with a contraband in my hand mack 10 take the stand your honor i´ma changed man so please let me go so i can flow got a show had to ask my p.o. can i go and if he say no i´ma have to say bitch get out the car slow and leave ya fuckin´ dough ´cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl
chorus
verse 3
call 911 there´s a son of a bitch on the roof yarned up in his birthday suit (mack 10 to the rescue) my momma wanna know why i do what i do ´cause i´m superman superbad supermad superfly fool you can die there´s gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on and i´m at home sewing stripes on cause i´m the general and you´s a stowaway ´bout to buck you down with this throw away with no serial number it´s the summer where niggas die it´s hotter than july you better stay low fo´ you get a halo plus wings and a gown when i come around so take 10 paces and try to guess the color of my shoelaces
chorus with ad libs ´til end
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