10 Hate In Yo Eyes Lyrics

Artist: Mack 10Album: Bang or BallSong: Hate in Yo EyesTyped by: dj.flash@pobox.comYou can hear it bumpin through the doorIt's a party jumpin on the floorAnd from the way it sound it ain't no doubt (whassup?)That the West coast is in yo' mouth[Mack 10]Yea, yeaIt's allg ravy, petty cash never fades meSo po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze meI'm a hustler, gettin cash like crazyHard grindin pays me, work ethic is never lazyBlock hugger, the hood raised meAnd she, won't be happy 'til she lays meNo, you never seem to amaze meSo the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed meMy name sparkin like a street kingCause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"A whole lot of haters out there it seemBut I flip 'em all off and keep doin my thingI'm a boss about, when I Inglewood swingRocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ringNow ding ding - let the bell ringAnd if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring, sing[Chorus]Meanwhile I be indeedand I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyesCause I'm livin like a G you intriguedand I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyesNever trippin cause it ain't nuttin to mebut I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyesHah, hah, hah - I can see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes[Mack 10]Look - you local cats is just small potatoesNo names, cause this addressed to ALL the hatersFrom the 'Wood, there is NONE greaterMack the headliner and y'all are spectatorsRemember "Foe Life?" I put the 'Wood in itAnd looked out for you when your own hood didn'tAnd plus you forgot who was payin your billsIntroduced you to the game and gave you a dealFor me good livin, y'all independently rhyminYou got the hustle game backwards, you nickle and diminOh hip-hop classics? I make 'em AND got 'emAnd yo' group, ain't been heard of past the BottomsI can't go to my turf, and mingle with my G'sI got one word to say about that one - what? PleaseChickenhawks, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wingAnd all this hatin just let me know I'm doin my thing, sing[Chorus][Interlude: repeat 2X]Hoo-Bang, Hoo-RideAll day, all nightThrow dubs, up highWestside, 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 friendlyWalk away with hate and a heart full of envySay 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 catsAnd it's strange, you don't have no shame in thatI got your card playboy, but I ain't trippinYou know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpinGet dough by bunches, donatin and tippinLet it ride on the Harley, and six-fo' dippinStay real about my scrill if you know what I meanI'm like a leprechaun, I want nuttin BUT greenAvoid the haters, and for the party sceneCopped a rock from the D-R to make the head ring, sing[Chorus] - repeat 2X[Mack 10]Mack one-oh, Hoo-Bangin' foe life! And it don't quitTake a picture trick; yeah, take a picture trick, yeaIt might make ya RICH.. Wessssyde ri-ders, BAY-BAY!!Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh