Work Lyrics - Mack 10

[Talking] 

Nigga want to hustle 

Nigga want to sell dope where we grow up nigga 

Ride with me and learn something nigga 

If not - stay away my playground nigga 

Yeah! - this shit right here is for real hustle niggas 

Real street niggas - y'all follow me 

Squared niggas - kick back and listen how is shit really go 

Uh! 

[Verse One] 

Cabbage work hoes goes spoke and pistols 

Last in getting away hearin whistles 

Scopin down map gestural back full of chips 

A hot ass scraps ski mask and two in the clips 

Scoop on 'em motophone let 'em know it's on 

I pack use 'em draws homeboy - nigga we goners 

Beep on 'em Mexican though - we won't work 

No Baking Soda slides twenty on 'em for the dirt 

Got 'em - strap on 'em my shell with ducktapes 

See nervous - while the Greyhouse escpae across Interstate 

Jumpin up in the friendly scotia down chicken weight 

For the work show up - and really do - be straight 

They pull up bread all the lookin flawless us a show dog 

Twenty bird and rally car like she a mother law 

Damn! - she'll need no duck the law 

Bitch got us switch walkin with the work like motherfuck the law 

[Hook] 

That's the shit nigga ball fo' 

How they dope that they wall fo' 

Jumpin on ' em hoes 

They floss the hoes 

We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos 

With the funk kick - wishin y'all holy copy with those 

Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out 

Whole crews anybody sayin we bust used 

Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us 

For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's 

[Verse Two] 

Now in the N and N.Y. talkin' to why dies with the bitch 

And some load ki's me insider 

It's now and never - turn back why should we 

Let's turn this bitch upside down (how could we) 

First to be unnoticed - I don't trust that bitch 

She fine - but she mixed with rat the lil snitch 

I don't feel right I know crass bustin bust pipe 

And the fed I had up on punk ass snitch all night 

Where we better do - is send that bitch to the ? 

Take the ki's to the rally car and get that bitch the cap 

She go be mad about it cause she getting cut out 

But just let it know her job is done (bitch butt out) 

Why we here for? - (nigga we here paper chasin') 

Okay then - well let's made this put reservatoins 

Bust - train or even train station 

If you got motophone we can start this operation 

[Hook] 

That's the shit nigga ball fo' 

How they dope that they wall fo' 

Jumpin on 'em hoes 

They floss the hoes 

We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos 

With funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those 

Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out 

Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used 

Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us 

For cabbage work hoes and hundred hoes 

[Verse Three] 

Now I'm the KING OF ROCK - for my work 

One time shoot the block I did my sack about the dirt 

Like a dream team - both feams tryin' around me like impressed 

Takin' fifth G horse and spork the dope 'port 

Like a hell is seen hot for shit - I ain't trippin' 

Got folks in the bushes with the chop chop - so I ain't slippin' 

None of these out of town see's and Beems 

Niggas playin 'em gueens street they never seen the pontrees 

Hobbed on the plane - I'm back on stinky greens 

And Inglewood floss and faded the whole scene 

1-0 back Ol' T - dope grindin' 

Fresh gear, big wheels, jewels shinnin' 

So I hit Shall Sunday - watchin' with low-low's hot 

Me and my N.O. partners - on the strippin' new drops 

Bentleys, Warreys, Benzes, Hummers 

With none full of fall for the next twenty Summers 

[Hook] 

That's the shit nigga ball fo' 

How they dope that they wall fo' 

Jumpin on 'em hoes 

They floss the hoes 

We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos 

With the funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those 

Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out 

Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used 

Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us 

For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's 

[Mack 10 {talking}] 

And there you have it - that's how it go 

From top to bottom - half heart, half money nigga 

Oh - don't get it fucked up 

I still got money for my first trip out of town 

Haha!... you dig!