Nuthin" But The Cavi Lyrics - Tha Dogg Pound

[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz] 

(Blaze up) 

(Oh yeah) 

World wide, west side 

Yo 

Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound 

Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker) 

(Nothing but the cavi) 

Hey, Daz (Sup) 

Check this out, dog 

[Mack 10] 

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

And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a 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 the 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, nigga, where the best be 

[Dat Nigga Daz] 

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 niggas who rep 

Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death 

Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static 

Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked 

We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb 

We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub 

[Kurupt] 

We in the war zone, 

Where the war's on 

Where ya gun, nigga? 

Show em where you're from, nigga 

Riding-ass young nigga 

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 gangsta 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 

[Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}] 

Fuck you over there 

(Party over here) 

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

Cause niggas 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, nigga, act like ya savvy 

Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi 

[Mack 10] 

I'm serving niggas 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 ticked 

[Dat Nigga Daz] 

I'll be god damned 

I'm in it for a meal ticket 

And the goal's 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-banger's hang at 

They "Daz, are you a rider?" 

I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!" 

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

On a cash mission bailing hood to hood 

[Kurupt] 

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

I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice 

Forever in the day 

Say what you say 

On the mic I display, Philly to L.A. 

I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl 

To 108th, 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? 

[Chorus] 

[Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)] 

What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) 

All day night, and all night long 

When you wake up in the morning 

And you start to yawn 

All day night, and all night long 

See'mon, see'mon 

(Yeah, dub S.C.G. 

D.P.G.C. 

Ha ha ha, 

Take a picture, trick 

Take a picture, trick 

Take a picture, trick 

It might make ya rich 

Bitch) 

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