Mack 10 - The Conduct lyrics

[Intro: Mack 10] (Quik) Ay Quik! (Wa**up?) Turn me up a lil' bit (Ah, fa' sho) Westsiiiiide~! Man, One-Oh (Mack!) How long they been waitin on this one? (sh**, since the seventies) Haha! {Act like you got some cla**, and stop showing yo' a** Sho' nuff, sho' nuff, sho' nuff, baby mama mama mama} [Mack 10] Yeah, you can catch me in the drop top 'Rari that's the meanest And then hit the block on some powder-coated zeniths Pocket full of money and a snub-nose toast And I can't help it that I'm so West Coast Can't explain mine, in shape for game time Showed you how to shine and soo-woop at the same time With a D-boy demeanor and a coke flow And it's C.O.D. when the coke go (gone) And you squares amuse me that, give it your best then fall And who need a group because, I possess it all And y'all love my wits, pull up and impress 'em all A hall of famer Blood, I'm one of the best to ball (Aw~!) And err'ytime they count Mack out the picture I grab my nuts, flip them haters off and get richer Smashin up the boulevard in a red two-seater Chicken Hawk, DJ Quik, and the sh** off the meter - burnin up [Chorus: DJ Quik] That's how it's done, that's how it is n***as lights camera action, this is showbiz And Hollywood's too big a place to be dreamin If you've had your dream shot down to the ground, you know the meanin Now that's the conduct, that's what we all about I had to learn to cut, you better call 'em out And bring 'em right down to the floor So we can give the motherf**er what he came here for [Interlude: vocoder voice] Sho' nuff, I said, it's too much ratchet sh** goin on around Yeah yeah, baby... Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Act like you got some cla**, and stop showing yo' a** Sho' nuff, sho' nuff, sho' nuff, baby mama mama mama [DJ Quik] That's Mack 10 (OH~!), he's my constituent up in this sh** Compton to Inglewood, I think we need another clip It's goin down like the helium's missing an*log, that's the way I listen, I'm Louie V hoodie +Mobb Deep+ but I ain't +Goodie+ (oh!) I got a plot to get the dough, 12 GA dot double lot Hit the flow slow, stick up or kick up daisies It's our go, rhymin or stealin Grimy k**in, 21st century chillin They quick to try to ask Quik how I'm feelin, I'm still a villain In Hollywood tryna make my millions The molly's good, got me stuck to the ceiling, I'm floatin high And I don't research nothing, n***a - I review it I seen it all twice, I know how to do it I'm movin that double the speed of light Third pa**port, poppin Ambien on international flights [Chorus] [DJ Quik] I like legal tender, that's both of them Money AND women, you know my gender, now send her I'm like Em, got a grip on my balls Middle finger to the world screamin (fu*k ALL YOU HATEFUL MOTHERfu*kERS~!) I smoke weed then I spray the Febreeze Mix it all up like some fondue cheese I'm FLY - and this should let you know how I never wash my a** and my face with the same towel Got n***as in my hood that can't even buy gold But swearin up and down that they ballin out of control You n***as is fakin (oh!), actin like they got c**aine bakin With a f**in day job at the train station And they gotta reapply every year for that job GET THE fu*k off my knob, n***a! Because all you do is lie, I got a political prize And every b**h that I f** with got big thighs WHAT?? Huh... huh... f** all!