Foe Life

Mack 10, you know y'all rule hip-hop and

Ice Cube, you know y'all rule hip-hop and

Mack 10, you know y'all rule hip-hop and

Wait a minute, that ain't how the West Coast rock, nigga!

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 gets on my nerves, banked my Daytons 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 (aye, yeah)

Everybody run when I bust a cap (what?)

Puttin' Inglewood up on the map (that's right)

Look at what I do when I pulls my strap

Bust two rounds nigga about to clown

Bitch, hit the silent alarm it's goin' down

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes

Khaki suit ski mask is my attire (what else?)

With my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire

Fool where ya keep the rims and tires (fool)

'Fo yo' life expires, I'm as nutty as Michael Myers

Didn't think about the Rottweiler

A lot of stitches in the ass, blood in the Impala (oh, shit)

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? (What?) And if she 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 (fuck 'em)

Let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 bailin' (yeah) through the hood with stripes

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 (why?)

'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 (that's right)

'Cause I'm the General, and you's a stowaway

About to buck you down with this throw away

With no serial numbers, 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 (nigga)

So take 10 paces

And try to guess the color of my shoelaces

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes (yeah, yeah)

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 ballin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes (that's right)

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