Hate In Yo Eyes Lyrics - Mack 10

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 (whassup?) 

That the West coast is in yo' mouth 

[Mack 10] 

Yea, yea 

It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me 

So po' 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 'til she lays me 

No, you never seem to amaze me 

So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me 

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 

[Chorus] 

Meanwhile I be indeed 

and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes 

Cause I'm livin like a G you intrigued 

and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes 

Never trippin cause it ain't nuttin to me 

but I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes 

Hah, hah, hah - I can see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes 

[Mack 10] 

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 nickle and dimin 

Oh hip-hop classics? I make 'em AND got 'em 

And yo' group, ain't been heard of past the Bottoms 

I can't go to my turf, and mingle with my G's 

I got one word to say about that one - what? Please 

Chickenhawks, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing 

And all this hatin just let me know I'm doin my thing, sing 

[Chorus] 

[Interlude: repeat 2X] 

Hoo-Bang, Hoo-Ride 

All day, all night 

Throw dubs, up high 

Westside, 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 friendly 

Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy 

Say 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 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 six-fo' dippin 

Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean 

I'm like a leprechaun, I want nuttin BUT green 

Avoid the haters, and for the party scene 

Copped a rock from the D-are to make the head ring, sing 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X 

[Mack 10] 

Mack one-oh, Hoo-Bangin' foe life! And it don't quit 

Take a picture trick; yeah, take a picture trick, yea 

It might make ya RICH.. Wessssyde ri-ders, BAY-BAY!! 

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