Mack 10 - Hate In Yo Eyes lyrics

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 (What's up) That the West coast is in your mouth Yeah, yeah It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me So pour 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 till she lays me No, you never seem to amaze me So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me 'Cause 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 It's me you wanna be, indeed And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes 'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Ha, ha, ha I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes 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 nickel and dimin' Oh, hip-hop cla**ics, I make 'em and got 'em And your group, ain't been heard of past the bottoms I can't go to my turf and mingle with my Gs I got one word to say about that one (What?) 'Please' Chicken hawks, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing And all this hatin' just let me know I'm doin' my thing, sing It's me you wanna be, indeed And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes 'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Ha, ha, ha I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Hoo-Bang, Hoo ride All day, all night Throw dubs up high Westside foe life Hoo-Bang, Hoo ride All day, all night Throw dubs up high Westside foe life 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 bro, 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 6-4 dippin' Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but green Avoid the haters and for the party scene Copped a rock from the D-R to make their heads ring, sing It's me you wanna be, indeed And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes 'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Ha, ha, ha I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes It's me you wanna be, indeed And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes 'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Ha, ha, ha I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Mack 1-O, Hoo-Bangin' foe life And it don't quit Take a picture trick, yeah Take a picture trick, yeah It might make you rich Westside riders, baby Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh