Текст песни Foe Life - Mack 10

Mack Ten you know you rule hip-hop and
Ice Cube you know you rule hip-hop and
Mack Ten you know you rule hip-hop and
Wait a minute, that ain't how the West Coast rock, nigga!
Mack Ten 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'mma vet you can bet
That I can dance underwater and not get wet
It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap (yeah)
Everybody run when I bust a cap
Puttin' Inglewood up on the map (that's right)
Look at what I do when I pull my strap
Bust two rounds nigga about to clown
Bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down
Foe life, foe life
Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes
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 Ten 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'mma 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
Foe life, foe life
Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes
Call Nine-One-One there's a son of a bitch on the roof
Yarned up in his birthday suit
(Mack Ten 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
About 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 ten paces
And try to guess the color of my shoelaces
Foe life, foe life
Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes