Various Artists - You Don't Want None lyrics

Artist: Mack 10 & Road Dawgs Album: Caught Up soundtrack Song: You Don't Want None Damn Dawg, sure look you ballin I hit licks n***a Yeah homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo' neck Wha**up? I hit licks n***a Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit style What's happenin witchu man? I hit licks n***a Pushin ?rar-ies? I told you dog, I hit licks n***a [Mack 10] I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest The young presidential n***a with the platinum status Maniac Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs? With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin n***as like top ramen And Dawg I'm dumpin everytime you're even thinkin about bombin This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that's real You need to give up your goods or get your punk a** k**ed [Road Dawgs] In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin plastic Got b**hes walkin out of banks with cash advances I came up watchin true ballers; no one can school us I've seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers Stay strapped for the get back; plus I use it To jack hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming* Every since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix Another motherf**er hog tied In the trunk of the Continental (how you do dat) Trix are for kids, when I'm finished check his dental (check it) Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole from me I had to plug on him (we know his whereabouts) No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin We gotta take him, shake him for his Dayton's Empty the clip and desecrate him, verbatim (k** that n***a yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em Chorus: Road Dawgs You don't want none (Westsiders we riders) Licks, it's all about stacks and stocks Max with Glocks [Mack 10] as my lifetime is tickin Comin up strong, lickin and flippin chickens Chorus [Road Dawgs] Huh, it be the season for lickin (right) Much love to my thug n***as and drug dealers (Hell yeah (n***a) make way) For the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers On the real, when I stick steel in your grill With the intent to k** you bout to get your cap peeled Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and jack k** for the crack, sell it and steal it right back Set your mindstate, into murders and po-po California's ruthless... keep the fo'-fo' Straight dumpin out a fo'-do' In the city with the Damu rip, and cholo G's wearin Polo, doin their 'do low When I strike, you're stuck, I attack like Cujo It's do or die for da meanest In a gang like this n***a, f** all freaks! [Mack 10] Since dope is the game, I guess I found my niche Got everybody trippin how quick I got rich First Mack used to struggle, but now it's mo' betta I got to meet mo' n***as, so I made mo' chedda Now my whole umbrella check doe like a teller Went from a quota rock n***a, to a big bird seller Got the spot straight vacant what's to be made a n***a make it And what a n***a ain't makin, you best believe a n***a takin Chorus [Road Dawgs] I'm a motherf**in menace, mashin through Lennox Up to Venice down in Henny's, chasin it with Guinness All one, greed in my eyesite stay G'd And make em bleed n***a what that I like Gangsta love, slippin on my gloves Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the dove Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through your doors And your windows, layin n***as out [Mack 10] I can see clearly now, let the bullsh** fade n***as can't paid caught up in the masquerade So I mash and hoo-ride when it's time to collide And keep a big fat heater cause it's cold outside I flash like boo-ya, won't hesitate to DO ya A n***a like me a straight junkie for MOO-la One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the funds Makin hons pull they guns and f**in two-one-one's (beyitch!) [Road Dawgs] I been exposed to this lavish life gangsta sh** And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major grip So give it up motherf**er! You got One more time with that flip mouth then I'm buckin ya Check it in homey, keys and cash Don't make me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash Another bloody situation (b**h a** n***a!) Blaowww, I ran out of patience Chorus 4X [Mack 10] Yeahhh, the Road Dawgs, and Mack One-Oh Straight up Westside Connect g**nin to the fullest n***a! (Tell em Dawg) hahaha YOU KNOW FOOL! Unfadeable Dub-S-C-G, you n***as don't want none (WessSYDE!!) You don't want none Nah n***a, you don't want none (You don't want NONE!)