Nothin' But the Cavi Hit lyrics

[Intro]

Blaze up (Oh yeah!)

World wide, don't stop don't stop

West side, don't stop

Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound

Yeah and the hits don't stop (Sucka)

Hey, Daz, check this out, dog

[Verse 1: Mack 10]

Now when I come to ya'll hood, ya'll watch my back

And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack

So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper

Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper

Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast

A pavé ‘lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased

Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be

Connect gang, nigga, from the west, where the best be

[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]

It ain't no questions asked, you down to blast for me?

Down to ride for me? Down to die for me?

I come through for these sucka-ass niggas who rep

Come creepin' up on shorty slowly, show him death

Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static

Blast a couple of niggas, leave 'em all panicked

And we swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb

We came up too much, too tough, and too rough

[Verse 3: Kurupt]

We in the war zone where the war's on, where ya gun, nigga?

Show 'em where you're from, nigga, ridin'-ass young nigga

Arsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch

With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force

He's out to catch a body

Talking, 'bout I thought this was a gangsta party

Now he's walking around salty as the sea

Talking 'bout what's jumpin?

I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something

[Hook]

Fuck you over there, party over here

And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near

Cause niggas like us do platinum every year

And if I ruled this sphere [your shit'd disappear]

Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air

And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care

It's worldwide and dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy

Mack 10 and Tha Pound cooking nothing but the cavi

[Verse 4: Mack 10]

I'm servin' niggas like a host with the pound, so take a toast

Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most

Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle

And everything I make, fuck around and be a single

From the hoo-bangin' hits, to the yes, yes, ya'lls

Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls

We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it

But the shit don't stop 'til we hit a meal ticket

[Verse 5: Daz Dillinger]

I'll be goddamned, I'm in it for a meal ticket

And the goal's successful I don't know who to prove a show

Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back

I don't know, it's like that, where the gang-bangers hang at

They say, "Daz, you a rider?"

I reply with, "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"

From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood

On a cash mission bailing hood to hood

[Verse 6: Kurupt]

Once upon a time in the early stages of my life

Sacrifice, out for the loot shaking niggas like dice

Forever and a day, say what you say

On the mic I display, Philly to LA

I've been all over from Crenshaw and Imperial

To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back

It's all about mashing, cash and heat in the stash

When you're in the neigborhood of assassins

What you say?

[Hook]

[Outro]

What do you consider fun?

(That's the bomb, that's the bomb)

All day night, and all night long

(That's the bomb, that's the bomb)

When you wake up in the morning and you start to yawn

(That's the bomb, that's the bomb)

All day night, and all day long

(That's the bomb, that's the bomb)

C'mon, c'mon

Yeah, dub S.C.G

D.P.G.C

Take a picture, trick

Take a picture, trick

Take a picture, trick

It might make ya rich

West side!

Biatch

Death Row

• Artist:Mack 10
• Album:The Music of Grand Theft Auto V