Mack 10 Hate in Yo Eyes Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Hate in Yo Eyes
  • 3 Let the Thugs in the Club
  • 4 So Serious
  • 5 Connected for Life
  • 6 Dominoes (skit)
  • 7 That Bitch Is Bad
  • 8 Do the Damn Thing
  • 9 King Pin Dream
  • 10 Work
  • 11 No Dick (skit)
  • 12 No Dick at All
  • 13 Mathematics
  • 14 Let It Be Known
  • 15 Announcement (skit)
  • 16 We Can Never Be Friends
  • 17 Dog About It
  • 18 Murder
  • 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

    [Mack 10]
    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

    [Chorus]
    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

    [Mack 10]
    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
    Introduced 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

    [Chorus]

    [Interlude: repeat 2X]
    Hoo-Bang, Hoo-Ride
    All day, all night
    Throw dubs, up high
    Westside, foe life

    [Mack 10]
    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-are to make the head ring, sing

    [Chorus] - repeat 2X

    [Mack 10]
    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

    Written by: Barry Gibb, Andre Young, Maurice Gibb, Robin Gibb, Dedrick Rolison
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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