paroles de chanson Hate in Your Eyes - Mack 10
You
can
hear
it
bumpin
through
the
door
It's
a
party
jumpin
on
the
floor
And
from
the
way
it
sound
it
ain't
no
doubt
(whassup?)
That
the
West
coast
is
in
yo'
mouth
Yea,
yea
It's
all
gravy,
petty
cash
never
fades
me
So
po'
me
a
shot
of
'gnac
and
purple
haze
me
I'm
a
hustler,
gettin
cash
like
crazy
Hard
grindin
pays
me,
work
ethic
is
never
lazy
Block
hugger,
the
hood
raised
me
And
she,
won't
be
happy
'til
she
lays
me
No,
you
never
seem
to
amaze
me
So
the
cheap
shot
you
took
at
me
never
even
grazed
me
My
name
sparkin
like
a
street
king
Cause
I
mixed,
the
Hoo-Bang
thing
with
the
";
Bling
Bling";
A
whole
lot
of
haters
out
there
it
seem
But
I
flip
'em
all
off
and
keep
doin
my
thing
I'm
a
boss
about,
when
I
Inglewood
swing
Rocked
out
from
my
ear
down
to
my
pinkie
ring
Now
ding
ding
- let
the
bell
ring
And
if
it's
drama
you
want,
then
it's
drama
I
bring,
sing
Meanwhile
I
be
indeed
And
I
can
still
see
the
hate
in
yo'
eyes,
hate
in
yo'
eyes
Cause
I'm
livin
like
a
G
you
intrigued
And
I
can
still
see
the
hate
in
yo'
eyes,
hate
in
yo'
eyes
Never
trippin
cause
it
ain't
nuttin
to
me
But
I
can
still
see
the
hate
in
yo'
eyes,
hate
in
yo'
eyes
Hah,
hah,
hah
- I
can
see
the
hate
in
yo'
eyes,
hate
in
yo'
eyes
Look
- you
local
cats
is
just
small
potatoes
No
names,
cause
this
addressed
to
ALL
the
haters
From
the
'Wood,
there
is
NONE
greater
Mack
the
headliner
and
y'all
are
spectators
Remember
";
Foe
Life?";
I
put
the
'Wood
in
it
And
looked
out
for
you
when
your
own
hood
didn't
And
plus
you
forgot
who
was
payin
your
bills
Duced
you
to
the
game
and
gave
you
a
deal
For
me
good
livin,
y'all
independently
rhymin
You
got
the
hustle
game
backwards,
you
nickle
and
dimin
Oh
hip-hop
classics?
I
make
'em
AND
got
'em
And
yo'
group,
ain't
been
heard
of
past
the
Bottoms
I
can't
go
to
my
turf,
and
mingle
with
my
G's
I
got
one
word
to
say
about
that
one
- what?
Please
Chickenhawks,
y'all
ain't
worth
a
feather
in
my
wing
And
all
this
hatin
just
let
me
know
I'm
doin
my
thing,
sing
Hoo-Bang,
Hoo-Ride
All
day,
all
night
Throw
dubs,
up
high
Westside,
foe
life
Now
tell
me,
is
it
the
deuce-ones
on
the
Bentley?
The
lowriders,
the
mansions,
is
that
why
you
resent
me?
Smile
in
my
face,
and
act
so
friendly
Walk
away
with
hate
and
a
heart
full
of
envy
Say
bruh,
what
part
of
the
game
is
that?
You
got
ways
like
a
dame
and
how
LAME
is
that?
Actin
like
a
groupie
around
famous
cats
And
it's
strange,
you
don't
have
no
shame
in
that
I
got
your
card
playboy,
but
I
ain't
trippin
You
know
me,
I
just
roll
with
the
punches
and
keep
it
pimpin
Get
dough
by
bunches,
donatin
and
tippin
Let
it
ride
on
the
Harley,
and
six-fo'
dippin
Stay
real
about
my
scrill
if
you
know
what
I
mean
I'm
like
a
leprechaun,
I
want
nuttin
BUT
green
Avoid
the
haters,
and
for
the
party
scene
Copped
a
rock
from
the
D-R
to
make
the
head
ring,
sing
- Repeat
2X
Mack
one-oh,
Hoo-Bangin'
foe
life!
And
it
don't
quit
Take
a
picture
trick;
yeah,
take
a
picture
trick,
yea
It
might
make
ya
RICH.
Wessssyde
ri-ders,
BAY-BAY!!
Uh,
uh,
uh,
uh,
uh,
uh,
uh,
uh
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