Hate In Yo Eyes
    (专辑: Bang Or Ball - 2001)
    
    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: x2]  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-R to make the 
head ring, sing   [Chorus x2]   [Mack 10]  Mack one-oh, Hoo-Banging 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!!  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh