Nothin' But the Cavi Hit

Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back

And when ya come to Inglewood I'ma front you a sack

So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper

'Cause it ain't about the set trip, it's all about the paper

Made a poverty cease, on the rise like yeast

A parvay lex piece and I keep my khaki's creased

Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be

Connect gang **** from the west, where the best be

It ain't no questions asked

You down to blast for me?

Down to ride for me?

Down to die for me?

I come through for these sucker ass **** who rep

Come creeping up on shorty, slowly show him death

Pull out the Mack ninety automatic for static

Blast a couple of ****, leave 'em all panicked

We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb

We came up too much and too tough and too grub

We in the war zone where the war's on

Where ya gun, ****? Show 'em where you're from, ****

Riding ass young ****

Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch

With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force

He's out to catch a body

Talking but I thought this was a gangster party

Now he's walking around smarter

Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping

I'm about to get the pump to pumping

And start dumping on something

Fuck you over there, party over here

And if you want to trip, we got the straps near

'Cause **** like us do platinum every year

And if I ruled this sphere, your shit'd disappear

Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air

And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care

We're riding dope, so ****, act like a savvy

Mack 10 and Tha Pound cooking nothin' but the cavi

I'm serving **** like a host with the pound, so take a toast

Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most

'Cause vine to vine, I swing through the woods of Ingle

And everything I make, fuck around and be a single

From the who banging hit, to the, yes, yes, y'alls

Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls

We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it

But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticket

I'll be goddamned

I'm in it for a meal ticket

And the goals' successful

I don't know who to prove a show

Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back to back

Y'all don't know us like that

Where the gang bangers hang at?

They say, "Daz you a rider?"

I reply, "Boy, hell yeah, I'ma rider"

From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood

On a cash mission bailing hood to hood

Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice

I feel like loose shaking **** like dice

Forever in the day, say what you say

On the mic I display, Philly to LA

I've been all over, from Crenshaw and Imperial

To a hunnid and eighth, I'm sure Mack got my back

It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash

When you're in the neighborhood of assassins (What you say?)

Fuck you over there, party over here

And if you want to trip, we got the straps near

'Cause **** like us do platinum every year

And if I ruled this sphere, your shit'd disappear

Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air

And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care

We're riding dope, so ****, act like a savvy

Mack 10 and Tha Pound, cooking nothin' but the cavi

What do you consider fun?

Pass the bong, pass the bong

All day night and all day long

Pass the bong, pass the bong

When you wake up in the morning and you start to yawn

Pass the bong, pass the bong

All day night and all day long, c'mon

Pass the bong, pass the bong (C'mon)