Goldie Mack

* Starts Rapping at 0:22. {1st Verse:}Sittin in a Lac,Countin a $tack,Hair Slick Back,With a Pimp Hat,Gat in Lap,Ready to Attack,Anybody that's tryina Snatch my Bag.Dont mean to Brag,Shorty lookin Phat,On the Track,Runnin a Lap,$lutty Act$,Makin them $naps,For Goldie Mack,Her Mack Dad,I taught her Dat,That's a Fact,My shit Slaps,Like Mortal Kombat,Addictive like Crack,From the Trap,Makin everybody and they Moma Clap,Makin Haters Mad,Makin Haters Sad,Cuz they Lack,And they Wack,They always Nag,While i Laugh,Not givin a Crap,Cuz I'm Bad,Like FlapjacksI'm Flippin Rack$,Allover the Map,Collectin Tax,Like a Pimp Maniac that's shootin Craps,Then lay my Hand and Break em like GLASS!{The Hook 4x:}Captain Pro can you save a Pimp?Captain Pro can you make me Rich?{2nd Verse:}All on a Hoe,That's my Flow,In Rain or Snow ima get my Dough,Workin these Pro's,Like a Show,Another Day Another Episode,Like a Yo Yo,From High to Low,I price is right then off they go,Avoidin Po Po's,Rentin Mo Mo's,Another Trick Another Pot of Gold,Like a Pharaoh,It's about Control,Possessing Souls like El Diablo,From a Zero,To a Hero,Captian Save A Pimp She's makin Bankroll,Doin Porno's,And more No No's,Makin Mill Tickets like it's the Lotto,From the Ghetto,To a Limo,Makin 6 Figures drivin Lambo's,If i was Latino i'll be Número Uno,Ganar mucho Dinero,Grom aquí a México,El Rey Chulo De Prostituto.{The Hook 4x:}Captain Pro can you save a Pimp?Captain Pro can you make me Rich?{3rd Verse:}It's about makin Cent$ so life make Sense,This ain't Hustle & Flow i pays my Rent,I put that on the Bet,Now watch me Jet,I don't Rest till i see a Paycheck,As the Sun Sets,Into the Next,I have them hoes burned out like Cigarettes,With no Remorse and no Regret,For the love of Fear and more Respect,Psycho Pimpin is my Mindset,On the Frontline like a Pimp Vet,Wanna Bitch about it then catch the Tec,And i don't care about what Set you Rep,Playin with me is like Russian Roulette,Just pull the Trigga yo life could end,Then get dropped like Panties that's Wet,With your eyes lookin like the Letter X,That's what ya get for fuckin with the Best,Yo Bitch chose me now we're in ya Bed,Tec-9 in Hand while she give me Head,Teaching her new Tricks to make my Bread.{The Hook 4x:}Captain Pro can you save a Pimp?Captain Pro can you make me Rich?{Final Verse:}Here's a Prize for my Valentine's,Kimberly, Carry and Tasha Waddap Dimes,Thanks for teachin me how to Survive,Now all i know is Dollar $igns,Shoutout to my first Ladies of the Night,Brandisha & Janis my two Gold Mines,Y'all the reason why I'm Pimpin 4 Life,Real Captain Save A Pimps y'all Better Recognize.[Stops:]

*Starts Freestyling at 0:10. Nick Nack Paddy Wack, I got a Bone. The Sun is Yellow, Like my Hoe. Pussy is Pink, My Dick is Brown. Ridin Eachother, Up and Down. Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. Got her Screaming, "I Love You!" My Gat is Black, Up under the Pillow. Grabbed the Strap, Now I'm out the Window. Baby Blue, The Color of the Sky. As I'm Bouncin, In my Lowride. Swervin Left, Swervin Right. That's when i saw, Red & Blue Lights. Next thing i know, I'm in the Black & White. Beaten by Batons, Day and Night. Then they dumped me, In the Eastside. City of Davis, Where the Crips Lye. In my Red Shirt, Red Jeans. Red Chucks, Y'know I Mean? A car pulls up, Full of Niggas. Dressed in Blue, Drunk off Liquor. They knew off top, I wasn't from there. By the colors, And Braided Hair. Scared up Head, Bloody Red. Straight torn up, Lookin Half Dead. One Hopped Out, Sayin "What's Happenin?" That's when my Knuckles, Started Crackin. Then they Rush, Kickin up Dust. One lip i Bust, One head i Crush. All of a Sudden, A Black Gun Dropped. Then we Paused, Lookin at the Glock. One went Divin, One kept Clashin. That's when the Glock, Started Blastin. My Oh My! The tables had Turned. Welcome to Hell, It's what ya Earned. Red over Here, Red over There, Here Red There Red, Everybody Gets Lead! Now they Dead, Slumped and Limp. I spit in they face, Then emptied the Clip. Took they Money, Took they Keys. Then drove over, Their Bodies. Back in Hood, On 107. Time to send a Cop, To Piggy Heaven. A Week Later, After Healing Up. It's time for Revenge, On a Cop Punk. Later that day, We cracked the Plan. 12 O'clock, With Guns in Hand. Here comes Popo, Commin Home. Cock the Strap, Here we Go! Masks are Red, Silent as a Mouse. Door Unlocked, We in the House. Dressed in Black, From Head to Toe. The Moon is White, Shining our Chrome. Money is Green, Just like your Stash. Now give it up, Or that's ya Ass. The Van is Black, Waiting Outside. Let's Bounce Back, In Tha Ride. [Goldie Sings:] Hush Little Piggy, Don't you Cry. We gonna feed y'all, To the K9's. Well lookie here, We've Arrived. At the Sewers, Time to Die! This for MLK, Malcolm X. And everyone else, I Forget. Left they ass, With the Dogs. All Chewed up, Now they Gone. [Stops:] Goldie Mack Laughs like a Psychopath: HeheheHAHAHAHA AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

Goldie Starts Rapping at 0:11. {The Hook:} Mobstas don't kill when they get played, Real True Mobstas kill to get paid. Movin On Business is are main trait, Money Over Bitches is are main trade. Ain't nothang but a MOB Thang, Strivin to get it made in the shade. Cuz really after the end of the day, We all just tryina get paid in the game. {1st Verse:} Make Or Break is how the motto goes, From makin dope, To breakin hoes. Breakin everything, To make money flow, Makin y'all kiss our rings just like the Pope. We don't play, We dont joke, We the last thing you wanna owe. What's mines is ours what's yours we own, Don't pay up we'll slit cha throat. We just Members of Businessmen, Organized into a deadly clan. Kidnappin rival's with perfect plan's, Hold em for Ransom in Murder Van's. Run! Run! Run! As fast as you can, We'll catch you like the Gingerbread Man! It's just business never personal friend, Now cough it up or it's Curtains!. {The Hook: Goldie Mack} Mobstas don't kill when they get played, Real True Mobstas kill to get paid. Movin On Business is are main trait, Money Over Bitches is are main trade. Ain't nothang but a MOB Thang, Strivin to get it made in the shade. Cuz really after the end of the day, We all just tryina to get paid in the game. {2nd Verse:} Movement Of Ballers is the gang, MOBilized Soldiers is how we bang. Organized Criminals straight makin bank, Always silent don't mention names. If you ain't MOB Then you can't hang, If you can't hang just stay in yo lane. We got no time to hang with lames, Don't blame us just charge it to the game. My Own Business is the frame of mind, That's the mindset of a wiseguy. Trust nobody be down for your crime, Always have Plan B and always think twice. Man Or Bitch is the way of life, Always be nice but cold as ice. Make sure yo enemy's stay in fright, And that's your key to stay alive. {The Hook:} Cuz the MOB don't kill when they get played, Real True Mobstas kill to get paid. Movin On Business is are main trait, Money Over Bitches is are main trade. Ain't nothang but a MOB Thang, We all strivin to get it made in the shade. Cuz really after the end of the day, We all just tryina get paid in the game. {3rd Verse:} Men Of Business settin up shop, Taking over everything on yo block. Cleaning out hoods just like a mop, Eather by Fists, Bats, or by a Glock. 12 Gage Shotty make ya head flip flop, Extended Clips that'll make ya B Walk. It don't stop till the casket drop, It's eather our way or weasle go POP! It's an offer you can't refuse, Oh so you denied us? Okay Cool. Time to put a hit on you, Let's send them Goons that leave no clues. Now yo crew is droppin by two's, Now y'all on the WCTR News. Face down in the river lookin like a fool, With the fishes singing the Blues. [Stops:]

Goldie starts Rapping at 0:21. {1st Verse:} M.O.B, What does it mean? Make Or Break, I'm a Pimp Machine. It's Purse First, Ass Last, Used to Simp but that's the past. Now I'm bout Cash, More chill than Jazz, Sportin clothes with Class, Countin money like Math, Watch yo Hoe i mite Snatch, Then make a Dash, Then hit the Gas, Clownin Suckas in my Path. The Task on my Ass, Aimin for my Stash, But can't catch it, Cuz Pimp's think fast! So Nick Nack Paddy Wack, Give a Pimp a Hat, I'm Moonwalkin on you Haters, Like Mike Jack. Smooth Criminal, And that's a Fact, Like a Original, Playa Mack, Straight High Roller, Is why they mad, Always Sober, I never Lack. *The Hook 1:05 -1:27. {2nd Verse:} Round and Round and Round we go, Where we headed? Nobody knows, Up in Heaven, Or Down Below? Wherever it is, We goin Fosho. Playas make the world go round, One false move We'll put you down, Ball or Fall, Is the rythm of the sound, When we ridin, Thru yo town. Hang with a Rat? Naw i don't do dat, I'll slap a Snitch up till they turn Blue Black, Pour gas on em, Light a Match, Then watch em Smoke up, Like a $20 Sack, Some say why it gotta be like that? Cuz life's a bish and that's a fact, Life's so cold, Ya gotta Laugh, Then you Die, And can't comeback. *The Hook 2:10 - 2:32. {Final Verse:} I'm from where the Hoe's get laid, And the Pimps get paid, While she's standin on the corner, I'm sittin in the shade. The Crips and Bloods, Kill all the time, I work a Hoe to Death, It's Pimp on mine, I ain't gone laugh, I ain't gone cry, All ima do, Is Pimp or Die. I don't Chase em, I Replace em, Hoes always come, A Dime A Dozen. Turnin Tramps, Into Champs, Workin em like Ants, Growin Mail like Plants. I make em Suck My Dick, And i do me Daily, I Nut in they Butt, Cuz Pimps have no Babies. It ain't no Love, In Pimpin n Hoein, Just Us and Lust, And the Money Rollin. I'd rather have no Kids, Pimpin Escorts, Than to be a Simp, On Child Support. [Stops:] *The Hook 3:15 - 3:45. [The song stops

Goldie_Mack says: Aight, so you wanna be a Pimp huh? You think you got what it takes wear these clothes? Okay then.....The only one thing left for you to do now is pledge your allegiance to the Pimp Nation....Now you and the rest of you Hoodrat Wannabes, repeat after me!... *The Lyrics starts at 0:24. {The Pimp Pledge of Allegiance:} Kill a Hater, Win a Prize, Kill a Pimp, Yo Family Dies. Let it Rain, Let it Drip, Let a Pimp bust a Bitch in the Lip. Watch em cry, Watch em holla, After we're done watch them bring back Dollar$. Peace to the Pimps death to the dread, Lay Rose Pedals across my Death Bed. Let it Rain, Let it Flood, Let a Pimp paint a Hater in Blood. Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, In Pimpin We Trust, In Haters We Bust. When i die show no pity, Bury me up in Pimp City. Lay my Pimp Hat across my chest, Let me die and lay to rest. And tell all my fellow Pimps i did my best, And may my soul possess the next. [Stops:] Goldie_Mack says: Yeaaa...Ain't no turning back now...You in this fo liiiife....Once a Pimp, always a Pimp, ain't no turning back....And to all y'all listening right now, this how we Pimps get down. *The song stops and Pimp Poetry begins to play. Track 1 Pimp Poetry Track 2 Sugar Sweet Track 3 Making Six Track 4 Punani Track 5 Sunny Monroe Track 6 Sunny Days Track 7 Sunny Beaches Track 8 Chillin In The Hood

The lyric's begins at 0:20. {Chorus:} This recipe is for making six, I'll have yo chick, Movin hips, In the kitchen with the baking mix, Doin all sorts of sexy tricks, Mackin on some smoothness, Making Girl's, Kiss ya lips, Making love, Without risks, So take these notes, And these tips. {1st Verse:} Making Six is like experiments, There's two types of ingredients, There's Women, Ladies and Hoe's, A Woman's worth is like Kilos, A Lady's worth is like an Ounce, They always out of the House, Hoe's ain't spit just like a Gram, Hit it few times then they Scram, A Woman dress real modest, They're quiet, shy and virtuous, Clean, Cook and love they man, And raises kids the best they can, Now Hoe's and Lady's about the same, They dress like they don't give a dang, Don't clean, Cook, Loud and Stubborn, And Money is they only Lover, {Chours:} This recipe is for making six, I'll have yo chick, movin hips, In the kitchen with the baking mix, Doin all sorts of sexy tricks, This song is on some smoothness, Making girl's kissin ya lips, Making love, without risks, So take notes and take these tips, {2nd Verse:} Leme tell you how to get a chica, Ole lame ass busta ass square ass nigga, 1 Make them laugh and befriend them, Buy stuff for these women, 2 Now that you got her number, It's time to buy some rubbers, 3 Make em horny with foreplay, Make em wet enough to obey, 4 After the lickin it's stickin, Your gonna have her walkin limpin, 5 Now give her a ride, Ride her like ya fighting for ya life, 6 Making six never stops, Till y'all pillow talkin at 6 O'clock, But keep chasin that asshole and peehole, And you'll end up in trouble! *Goldie Mack Chuckles.

*The Lyrics starts at 0:25. {1st Verse:} It all happened a long time ago, I almost got smoked over a hoe. I think y'all already know how the story goes, When i caught them two countin my dough. Oh y'all thought that was the end of the show? This is just the next Episode. So sit back relax and enjoy my flow, About this hoe name Sunny Monroe. {Sings Chorus:} Sunny you burn me uuuuuuuuup! You such a Sluuuuuuuuut! You got no Looooooooove! Always greedy for Buuuuuuuuuck$ You shady as a Muuuuuuuuug! But addictive as Fuuuuuuuuuck! Just like Syruuuuuuuuup! Ya got me Stuck! {2nd Verse:} Ah shit, here we go again. About these slutty women. Everything I'm sayin is 100 Percent, To all you simps y'all better repent. Cuz these hoes are nothin but trouble, Especially when they're adorable. But they're straight unlovable, And deadly like a needle to a bubble. The thing is i didn't just had only Sunny, I ended up finding another honey's. Cuz i got tired of Sunny playing me, So i found me another Shorty. It all started after that same day, When that pimp almost put me in the grave. I Almost got popped like a pimple, You would've thought i was untouchable. Sunny was blowing up my pager, I was ignoring it cuz i hated her. That was the day i became a player, She played me so i'ma play her. So later at night i was cruisin lonely, Heart broken bumpin Oldies. Then i saw this Snow Bunny, Flaggin me down lookin hella sexy. She was a lady of the night, I rode up on her like a Black Knight. Her name was Megan and was dime, I was ready to dance with her in the pale moonlight. I went to the store to buy condoms, Cuz i was about to get all up in her bottom. Cuz i didn't want another baby moma, Cuz i didn't want anymore of dat drama. So we did it like this we did it like that, I was wearing out that Pussycat. I licked it like this i sucked like that, I beat it up like a Baseball Bat. I did what i feel and i did what i liked, From up down to left and right. But deep down in my heart inside, These words kept playin in my mind. {Sings Chorus:} Sunny you burn me uuuuuuuuup! You such a Sluuuuuuuuut! You got no Looooooooove! Always greedy for Buuuuuuuuuck$ You shady as a Muuuuuuuuug! But addictive as Fuuuuuuuuuck! Just like Syruuuuuuuuup! Ya got me Stuck! {3rd Verse:} Then one day, At the Beach, We fucked on the sand Missionary. Then i saw these shadows behind me! * Music slows down Gunshots! Bang! Bang! Bang!, Tat Tat Tat! Was the sounds of us gettin under attacked! My girl Megan got grazed by a Mac, Then i rolled over onto my back. Looked up and guess did i see? It was Sunny and her pimp daddy. She was lookin at me hella angry, The look on her face was pure jealousy, Then i saw a teardrop rolled down her eye. Then she got the nerve to say "WHY!??" I'm like "BITCH ARE YOU HIGH?" But i said that all in my mind, Cuz i didn't want to die. But just when Julius was about to end my life, Sunny moved his gun and kept me alive. Long story short me and Megan survived. Then one day i was drivin my lowride, Then Sunny ringed me up at night. She wanted to make up for old times. Blame it on the lust but i was like "Aight!" So i picked her up around midnight, She hopped right on the back of my bike. Then we rode all the way to Bayside, She whispered somthin that made my eyes wide. She wanted to fuck the shit outta me, So i started to play with her wet Pussy. Then i stopped my bike and teased her Coochie, Then dropped her home hella horny. Then i was back fuckin her again, Like 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10. Playin house like Barbie & Ken, Then leave her house with a fonky scent. That girl Sunny was addictive as hell, She had me under her Simp Spell. And this ain't the end of this lusty tale, Cuz i got more hoes i gotta tell.

* The Lyrics starts at 0:14. {Chorus:} Pimpin is a way of life, Pimpin is a way to grind, Pimpin is a way to survive, Pimpin is a way to get away with crime, Pimpin how you dress to shine, Pimpin is how you drive yo ride, Pimpin is how you think in ya mind, Pimpin been around since the beginning of time. {1st Verse:} Godfather Hat, Sittin on the head, Keep it tilt, What my O.G said. Pocket full of Ca$h, Cus i'm bout my bread, Always keep a Gat, Cus haters want me dead. Got a down Bitch, Who's ready to ride, Her favorite color Gold, Just like my Nine. Inches of Dick, She blows it right, Never misses, Make ya go night night. I took her Soul, Now she's Cold, Doin anythang for that pretty Gold. Make Or Break, Is my Motto, Make a Bitch, Then Break the Hoe. I stays Pimp'ed Out, From Head to Toe, Fly as ever, Like this flow. The game is to be Sold, Not to be told, You bought my song, Now i'm adding Dough. {Chorus:} Pimpin is a way of life, Pimpin is a way to grind, Pimpin is a way to survive, Pimpin is a way to get away with crime, Pimpin how you dress to shine, Pimpin is how you drive yo ride, Pimpin is how you think in ya mind, Pimpin been around since the beginning of time. {2nd Verse:} Pimpin when i wake, Pimpin when i sleep, Pimpin don't stop till ya 6-Feet deep. Pimpin ain't easy, And Pimpin ain't hard, Ya gotta be ice cold with no heart. When Pimpin Begins, Friendship Ends, If it don't make Dollar$ It don't make Cent$. The best thang goin, Is Pimp'in and Hoe'in, If the Tricks keep Strokin, The Money keeps flowin. If a Hoe ain't on the Clock, A Pimp Money stops, Pull up on her block, Make her heart drop. I pimp side to side, Left to right, Goldie's about to get rich Tonight. I Profit-In-Making-Paper, I got alot of haters cus they catchin Vapors, Mad cuz ima hell of a Trader, Stackin bags up like a Skyscraper. {Chorus:} Pimpin is a way of life, Pimpin is a way to grind, Pimpin is a way to survive, Pimpin is a way to get away with crime, Pimpin how you dress to shine, Pimpin is how you drive yo ride, Pimpin is how you think in ya mind, Pimpin been around since the beginning of time. {3rd Verse:} Pimpin over here, Pimpin over there, Pimpin for Respect, And Pimpin for Fear. In this World, It's Do Or Die, Up Or Down, It's Pimp on mine. I'm Phocused - Into - Making - Paper. Pimpin is easy cus it's my nature. Collectin & Controllin these Bitches labor. Serving me just like a Waiter.

*Lyrics starts at 0:10. {1st Verse:} Stole yo car when ya turned yo back, I told you i was crazy like a Maniac. Can't do nothin about it cuz you too high, Cuz i laced yo Bud now ya soul mine. I hate seeing you doin better than me, So i look for ways to kill you secretly. Evil is all i think in my mind, I'm selfish all the time when i do my crimes. I don't care how big is yo position, I can make ya vanish like a Magician. I'm way worser than your enemy, I'm the one that you call Homie. Yo main Partner from yo block, Known to kick it witcha then run in ya spot. Oh allow me to introduce myself, I'm Mr. Sketchy. The Homie from Hell. *Stops at 0:52. *Goes back to rapping at 1:14. {2nd Verse:} Oh so you wanna slang for me? Aight, leme go front cha a key. Don't trip homie go make yo cash, Just make sure you bring back half. Now you on my corners slangin Rock, Back and forward building ya Gwap. But little do you know I'm steadily plottin, Organizing an unexpected robbin. Knock! Knock! Knock! Who can it be? The door kicked in now it's a Robbery. They took everything and beat you up, Now ya runnin to me beggin like a mug. Now i got you in my Debt, And i don't care we from the same set. Now i can treat ya anyway i can, Now do as i say or off with ya head! *Stops at 1:56. *Starts Rapping again at 2:17. {3rd Verse:} It's Mr. Sketchy. The Snake in the Grass, I will break your heart like it was Glass. I always smile when I'm in yo face, But deep inside i wanna take yo place. Watchin ya every move like a Stalker, I wanna be you just like a Skinwalker. It don't care if we grew up together, I'll smoke you if it makes my money better. Never even heard the word Mercy, All i know is to do things dirty. Kidnap everybody in yo family, Torturing them with pure brutality. Holdin them all for a handsome Ransom, The longer you take i pops em like Gum. Killed everyone and cleaned the evidence, Then the very next day I'm acting Innocent. *Stops at 2:59. *Starts Rapping again at 3:20. {Last Verse:} You love me but i hate you, That's why yo crew is droppin by 2's. Y'all trust me just like a fool, As i kicks it with yo rivals when ya snooze. Who car is dat creepin late at night? It's me with the enemy robbin on sight! I told them all about y'all Stash, Now break yoself or Ash to Ash. It aint personal it's just business, Kill you and my crew cuz they Witnesses. Took all yo stash now I'm the man, All because of my evil plan. Oh I'll be at yo funeral don't worry, I'll be fake cryin sittin with yo Shorty. Laughing inside as you getting buried, Sayin R.I.P to the dead Dummy. [STOPS:]

{1st Verse:} Live by the gun that's how it is, Die by the gun that how we live. Everyday it's yellow tape, Someone got lit like a birthday cake. Where you from? What set you claim? Click Click Bang! Said the wrong thang. Now one in the grave and one in the pen, Never gonna see the light again. All cuz of that Red Blue and Green, But now it's different for B's & C's. Now it's Set on Set, Clique on Clique, Homie on Homie Anybody get it, Junkies like Zombies on every block, Hoe's on the Stroll, Clockin Gwap. Cartel and Cops, Pushin Caine, And the Mayor's on Crack ain't that a shame. {The Hook:} It's plain to see, The City of LS has drove me crazy, Insaaaane! It's plain to see, The City of LS has drove me crazy, Insaaaane! {2nd Verse:} This the Land of the Killas, Land of the Free, Now let's take a ride thru the H Double O.D. Shotty's, Uzi's and AK's, Tec's and 9's is how we play. Watch how you point keep yo eyes to ya self, Throwin up fingers is bad for ya health. Watch the colors and hats you choose, Or end up on WCTR News. Watch every car that's ridin by, Cuz this the home of the Drive By. So many bodies in the cemetery, So many wall graffiti it's scary. I lost so many you lost some too, How did we turn LS into a dang Zoo? It's like game of Ghetto Chess. But that's how it is in the streets of LS. {The Hook:} It's plain to see, The City of LS has drove me crazy, Insaaaane! It's plain to see, The City of LS has drove me crazy, Insaaaane! It's plain to see, The City of LS has drove me crazy, Insaaaane! It's plain to see, The City of LS has drove me crazy, Insaaaane! {3rd Verse:} Ain't no love in these LS Streets, Look into the eyes of these thug baby's. Broken spirits with hearts like ice, It's all rooted in their early life. Daddy's not home, Broken Household, Mama's on Dope and became a Hoe. Now the kid's has no direction, Gettin raised by the ghetto Section. Better keep an eye on where your kid's hang, Cuz the Streets of L.S is full of gangs. From Grove Street to Froum Drive, Them B's & C's Kill all the time. Life gets crazy on the Eastside, It's the land of where the Mama's Cry. From Rancho to Cypress, Them Ese's leavin bodies Lifeless. All the Beaches like the Wild Wild West. Just like the rest of South L.S. Vespucci Beach, aint no joke, They smoke Dope and cut yo throat. Don't let that Vinewood Sign fool you, Cuz even in the Hills it's Gangstas too. They started from the bottom to the top, But even at the top you can still get got. Ain't no love in the inner City, And they wonder why I'm crazy. {The Hook} It's plain to see, The City of LS has drove me crazy, Insaaaane! It's plain to see, The City of LS has drove me crazy, Insaaaane! It's plain to see, The City of LS has drove me crazy, Insaaaane! It's plain to see, The City of LS has drove me crazy, Insaaaane! {STOPS:}

* Starts rapping at 0:25. {The Hook:} I hate you and you hate me, Cuz i be bangin B and you be claimin C. No matter Red or Blue we can still be homie's, I supply the weed nigga you supply the money. I said i hate you and you hate me, Cuz i be bangin B and you be claimin C. No matter Red or Blue we can still be homie's, I supply the weed nigga you supply the money. {1st Verse:} As i walk thru the valley of Red, Black and Green, I see alot of black royal Kings and Queens. Everybody living past the age of 18, And little black kids playin in the streets. Bloods treating Crips like family, Turning a fantasy into a reality. So everybody in the hood can live happily, So all the dead homies can finally R.I.P. Are ancestors no longer rollin in they graves, Cuz we no more acting like slaves. That color shiet got old and lame, Them days is over we got a kingdom to raise. We turned the hood into a murder Maze, Where you can die a million ways. Where it's live by the K, die by the K, That lifestyle was straight up Crazay. So many dying and so many crying, So many bodies on every block and alley. Every street has a gangsta story, About a youngta down for his territory. But got caught up in them evil backstreets, Eather by a rival or by the police. Even by his own snake ass homies, Cuz yo own can be yo worst enemy. {The Hook:} I hate you and you hate me, Cuz i be bangin B and you be claimin C. No matter Red or Blue we can still be homie's, I supply the weed nigga you supply the money. I said i hate you and you hate me, Cuz i be bangin B and you be claimin C. No matter Red or Blue we can still be homie's, I supply the weed nigga you supply the money. * Goldie stops rapping at 2:31 to kick some knowlege. Goldie Mack says: Look Bruh...What most of y'all fail to realize is, we ain't fighting over Colors y'all got dat shiet straight twisted! It ain't even Gang Bangin we Turf Bangin if dat, i can count more blood homies dead by other bloods and other homies than the Crips! It ain't even about gang bangin it's about survival! The only real bangin that's goin off is yo gun goin BANG! Yo socalled enemy ain't yo enemy, it's them snakes in yo circle and them crooked ass Pigs and dat got yo ass in the situation you in today! Y'all put all yo founding fathers and dead homies to shame! Dat shiet outta pocket homie, dat ain't cool Dog, all because-[Goes back to rapping at 2:57:] {The Hook:} I hate you and you hate me, Cuz i be bangin B and you be claimin C. No matter Red or Blue we can still be homie's, I supply the weed nigga you supply the money, I said i hate you and you hate me, Cuz i be bangin B and you be claimin C. No matter Red or Blue we can still be homie's, I supply the weed nigga you supply the money. {2nd Verse:} Give me a pass i give you a pass, Cross that line then feel my wrath. So many niggas went Ash to Ash, When that Red and Blue Clashed. Y'all better recognize we got the Juice, Y'all made history with this gang truce. This reminds me of that Riot in the 9-Deuce, When we came together against the Troops, Peace to all my bangin Brothas & Sis, Y'all proved that black unity ain't a myth. Y'all royalty and don't cha forget, Cuz the streets of L.S will always remember this.

The lyrics starts at 0:22. {The Hook 2X:} Mmmmm, It feels so good. Sss, Aaah, Ya got me hooked. Ooohyeaaa, Give it to me. Mmm love that Punani. {1st Verse:} Mmmmm, i gots a Sugar Tooth, For that Wet, Slippery, Smooth. Ohyea baby just like that, Spin around lady let me smack that back. Up Down Up Down Side to Side, Bounce it honey make me wanna ride. I gotta have it like a Rabbit, 24/7, Like a bad habit. Push yo back on to the bed, Leme rub you down make yo legs spread. One hand on the Titties a finger on the Pussy, As you can see i ain't no Rookie. Lickin in circles suffocating ya lunges, Watch me clean it out with my tounge. Blah La-Di-La-La-La, Is what i say make you scream Aaaaah! {The Hook 2X:} Mmmmm, It feels so good. Sss, Aaah, Ya got me hooked. Ooohyeaaa, Give it to me. Mmm i love that Punani. {Final Verse} Mmmmm, I do mines like this, I finna do the slide like this, Go all inside yo behind like this. Grab yo Ponytail and ride like this. Ohyeaaa, Beat it up like this, Smack it like a drum like this. Bet cha never been done like this, Bet cha love havin fun like this. Oh go ahead and admit it, Your way too far gone to quit it. The deeper i go as i dig it, I hit the G-Spot now you feel lit. Soon we sped our pace as i hit it, Your Punani starts to really drip it. Now the bed gets wet as we did it, Bed rockin makin sounds like a Cricket. Now i feel the cream of yo Punani, Rainin on me like a Tsunami. Yeah i know it's like a drug, Round after Round ya can't get enough. Now we lay us down to sleep, Gotcha lookin for me like Little Bo Peep. Oh don't play dumb like we just friends, Cuz the next day we at it again. {The Hook 4X:} Mmmmm, It feels so good. Sss, Aaah, Ya got me hooked. Ooohyeaaa, Give it to me. Mmm i love that Punani [Stops:] Goldie Mack says: Heheh yeaaa it's a butt naked thang......

Goldie starts rapping at 0:26. {1st Verse:} Once upon a time there was a Rabbit, Straight out a Nut House in a Straitjacket. Addicted to crime just like a bad habit, Dope he packed it. Dough he stacked it. A straight up Wild West Ban-dit, Quick to put you in a Cas-ket. Always into somthin Rat-chet, With his 4-4 Car-rot. Rabbit had a gangsta sista name Babs, The local neighborhood Hoodrat. She was down with the pipe, yeah that crack, So fo a lil smack, She went Psychopath. So she jack you with a dirty strap, A strap she got from Rabbit's bed. Rabbit found out and became mad. Last thing we heard is Babs is dead. Stops at 1:13 Goes back at 1:36. {2nd Verse:} Officer Porky hit the scene, Taking all evidence that he seen. Even took Rabbit to the station, Straight Downtown for Interrogation. Shining the light on top of his head, Showin him photos and then they said. "She died on Toon Town Boulevard" "But we found her body in the Junkyard" Question after Question, Tale after Tale, Rabbit kept tellin em "Go To Hell!" After 6 days of being in jail, Rabbit kept it real and was out on bail. Soon the morgue discovered who did it, The feds did a raid and someone snitch. It was E-Fudd who did the hit, Known for toting a shotgun pistol grip. "Well you know, This means war" Said Rabbit buying ammo from the store. 1 Clip 2 Clip 3 Clip 4, Time to put somebody in the morgue. Stops at 1:35 Goes back at 2:58. {Final Verse:} It was 9 O'clock right on the dot, Right on the corner of E-Fudd's Block. A hat and Loc's so he can't get spot, All black gloves so he can't get caught. Waiting outside strapped up like SWAT. That boy E-Fudd was about to get got, Soon E-Fudd homies hit the spot, That's when Rabbit said Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Fudd's homies drop, E-Fudd ran out the car did a hop. Over the wall and grabbed the glock, Cocked it back and let off shots. Pop! Pop! Pop! Soundin like Iraq. That's when Fudd felt somthin hot, Rabbit look down and what a shock They both got shot by Porky the Cop! Porky played them like a joke, He had the two right in his scope. Both E-Fudd and Rabbit got smoked, Click click Booyaa! That's all folks. [STOPS:]

Lyrics starts at 0:20. {Chorus:} Is you ain't or is you down? Is you fake or the realist around? Is you reppin proud for ya side of town? From East, West, North and South, Is you packin six shooter's or 100 Rounds? While layin out clowns into the ground, Catchin haters slippin on the rebound, Lettin all fakers know ya in the house! {1st Verse:} Is you is or is you ain't, If ya ain't 100 then youz a Snake. Like them type that be smiling in yo face, Then stab ya in the back with hella hate. That's why i packs a shank and a gat on me, Ion trust nobody even my own family. Cuz family can be your worst enemy, Cuz mines threw me into the cold ass streets. They say Blood is thicker than water, But watch that change when you become a Baller. People change when they see them Dollar'$, Money can even make ya slap yo Moma! That's why I'm A-B-K All day screw a Relative, Exept for God, My Parent's and my Kids. That's the real gang that I'm reppin, To all you fakes y'all can go suck a Mac-10! {Chorus:} Is you ain't or is you down? Is you fake or the realist around? Is you reppin proud for ya side of town? From East, West, North and South, Is you packin six shooter's or 100 Rounds? While layin out clowns into the ground, Catchin haters slippin on the rebound, Lettin all fakers know ya in the house! {2nd Verse:} Goldie set-trippin on you fake ass homie's, That's full of envy, greed and jealously. Y'all mad cuz y'all got no creativity, Like the G-O-L-D-I-E. All mad cuz i wont let y'all use me, Mad cuz i ain't a phony. Mad cuz i can survive all by my loney, Mad cuz i don't kiss ass like a Monkey. Don't hate the player hate the game, It ain't my fault you don't know how to play. It ain't my fault ya can't mack a dame, It ain't my fault that youz a goofy ass lame. It ain't my fault youz a down low gay, Mabe that's why ya keep hollerin my name. Keep my dick out cha mouth before i spray, With my 100 Drum Round AK. {Chorus:} Is you ain't or is you down? Is you fake or the realist around? Is you reppin proud for ya side of town? From East, West, North and South, Is you packin six shooter's or 100 Rounds? While layin out clowns into the ground, Catchin haters slippin on the rebound, Lettin all fakers know ya in the house!

Lyrics starts at 0:21 {Chorus:} You can do em all day everyday, Frm Monday thru Tuesday, To Wednesday to Thursday, To Friday to Saturday, All the way up to Sunday, Every holiday and birthday, Workday and Earthquake, But ya can't change a hoe into yo Fiance, {1st Verse:} Man this story's gonna be a trip, We was parked downtown infront of Zip, Sunny kissed me on the lips, Got out said "Don't follow me" then split, But somthin told me to follow the trick, Yesterday we was arguing like a bish, Cuz Sunny kept seein this nigga Julius, So i load the clip incase a Set-Trip, To Davis Is where i dipped, Sure enough i saw a familiar whip, A brown broadway with gold drip, It was owned by Julius a known pimp, So i crept right into his crib, Had a crowbar and unlocked his shit, Leme school all y'all niggas that's simps, Let this be a lesson and don't forget, {Chours:} You can do em all day everyday, From Monday thru Tuesday, To Wednesday to Thursday, To Friday to Saturday, All the way up to Sunday, Every holiday and birthday, Workday and Earthquake, But ya can't change a hoe into yo Fiance, {2nd Verse:} As we turn the page to the next chapter, You see me tiptoein like the Pink Panther, I heard these two voices pillow talkin, That's when i started easedroppin, Glock in my hand ready to grip, Cuz what I've found out made me flip, I turned the corner and what a surprise! The shit i saw almost made me cry, Julius and Sunny layin in a bed, Pillow talkin countin my bread, Sunny jumped up and then i said, "OH Y'ALL TWO MUTHAFUCKAS IS DEAD!" Soon as i was about fill em with led, Julius drew a Spaz 12 that's when i fled! If i didn't ran i would've been dead, That's why this song still playin in my head, {Chours:} You can do em all day everyday, From Monday thru Tuesday, To Wednesday to Thursday, To Friday to Saturday, All the way up to Sunday, Every holiday and birthday, Workday and Earthquake, But ya can't change a hoe into yo Fiance, {3rd Verse:} Bullet after bullet round after round, I was duckin and dodgin every gun sound, Jumped in the whip then i peeled out, Bent the corner towards Downtown, Bang! Bang! Bang! Pow! Pow! Pow! Nigga missed every shot just like a clown, He should've killed me then and now, But that's okay I'll catch him on the rebound, That's when Sunny start blowin up my pager, I was taught to never trust a traitor, But that's a lesson for you player haters, Now I'm pimpin hoes makin paper, Mackin hoes like a smooth operator, Got alot of haters cuz they caught the vapors, All mad cuz im a hell of a good trader, Stackin money up higher than a skyscraper, [Stops:] Goldie Mack says: This a lesson to all you simps, don't follow my footsteps, these hoes only love is yo dough, so go and let yo hoe play that role, and keep yo mind on yo gold, but the story ain't every wit y'all stay tuned.....