Foe Life - Feat.アイス・キューブ

Mack 10 you know y'all rule hip-hop and
Ice Cube you know y'all rule hip-hop and
Mack 10 you know y'all rule hip-hop and
Wait a minute, that ain't how the West Coast rock, nigga!

Mack 10, nutty as they come, leave 'em face down
And numb from the waist down
It's a Sunday a gun day
Rollin' down a one way
In my 'lac front and back
Over train tracks

On yak and herb nigga swerve
It gets on my nerves, banked my Daytons on the curb
In the gutta lane
I'm butta man
Foot to the flo'
What you want from the sto'

I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single
Comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle
Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her
But niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker
Fool I'mma vet you can bet
That I can dance underwater and not get wet

It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap
Everybody run when I bust a cap
Puttin' Inglewood up on the map
Look at what I do when I pulls my strap
Bust two rounds nigga about to clown
Bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down

Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes

Khaki suit ski mask is my attire (what else?)
With my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire
Fool where ya keep the rims and tires (fool)
'Fo yo' life expires, I'm as nutty as Michael Myers
Didn't think about the Rottweiler
A lot of stitches in the ass, blood in the Impala (oh, shit)
Sittin' in the County with a gold record
Ice Cube, send me pictures of bitches naked

Caught with a contraband in my hand
Mack 10 take the stand, your Honor I'mma changed man
So please let me go so I can flow
Got a show, had to ask my P.O. can I go? And if she say no
I'mma have to say bitch get out the car slow and leave ya fuckin' dough
Cause a nigga gotta eat, fuck the world
Let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl

Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes

Call 911 there's a son of a bitch on the roof
Yarned up in his birthday suit
(Mack 10 to the rescue)
My momma wanna know why I do what I do (why?)
'Cause I'm superman, superbad, supermad, superfly
Fool you can die
There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
And I'm at home sewing stripes on (that's right)

'Cause I'm the General, and you's a stowaway
About to buck you down with this throw away
With no serial numbers, it's the summer
Where niggas die, it's hotter than July

You better stay low fo' you get a halo
Plus wings and a gown when I come around
So take 10 paces
And try to guess the color of my shoelaces

Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 ballin' through the hood with stripes
Foe life, foe life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes