When the West Coast first rose atop the rap industry in the mid-'90s, Mack 10 emerged as one of the coast's most promising talents alongside his longtime associate Ice Cube. The two Los Angeles rappers co-wrote "Foe Life," Mack 10's 1995 breakthrough hit, and united a year later with WC to form the trio Westside Connection, a West Coast gangsta rap supergroup. The Westside Connection album became a sizable hit, rocketing to number two on the Billboard album chart and boasting the anthemic "Bow Down." Mack 10 continued his affiliation with Ice Cube on each successive album while at the same time launching a label of his own, Hoo Bangin' Records. As the '90s came to a close, the rapper's popularity dipped a bit, and he signed with leading Dirty South label Cash Money Records in 2001, where his career underwent some unlikely twists. Born Dedrick D'Mon Rolison in 1971, Mack 10 perpetually represented Inglewood throughout his career, the Los Angeles neighborhood he called home.
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Mack 10
[jd talking] (foxy brown)
(uh.) did yall expect us?
(no no.) bitches, can yall get naked?
(thats right!)
[jd]
Uh, yall know me, and the dough I see
Fa so la ti, its chi chi
Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me
Talks to each it, wanna sleep with it
Simplisticness keeps me hot, while yall stress
Tryin to see the top stop, everything drop so
Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know
Im that playboy j, doin it my way like usher
And I dont feel bad when I crush ya
Like blush ya, style big ball, ima hit yall
With shit thats gon make niggas forget yall
You feel me dog? Im a c-h-i, multi
And I live and die for the whole pie
You can call it what you want, Im a motherfuckin vet
[hook:] [mack 10] (jd) {foxy brown} x 2
(and aint none a yall seen nothin yet!)
Its that platinum shit, thats all we get
So let it be known that its all for real
{and all we about is them dollar dollar bills!}
[foxy brown]
You know that na na got the heater shit
That uh, everybody wanna eat her shit
Niggas talkin about they six wanna see this shit
Knowin half a yall broads wanna be this bitch
>from ny to the west side, motherfuckers keep me in the best ride
38 chest size, aint fuckin less I come off
With like 30 gs easy once the nigga dead off
Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck
Im a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch
And everything I rocks with
Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, yall hoes finky
Got to bank this to even see me half naked
Like the black susan lucci, stiletto pumps, gucci
Ridicuolous ice, tag me, million dollar price
Stay frontin, yall cats aint seen nothin
[hook] x 2
[mack 10] (foxy brown)
I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino
And keep the semi glock, where ever me go
I stay ruger ready, or either smith & wesson
And burn hearts, like they indigested it if Im tested
So where you wanna meet at playa, over here?
Ill be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear
Plus Ill tell you whats real, so uh, baby listen
Put your shades on when you peep the lex cuz the baugettes glisten
(I want the whole three dozen
And with that drama, biz)
Well it all depends on how ill your na na is
Can you go o-t with a few and a gun?
But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one?
Now you can be up in the west and do it my way
Or hit the homie jd in atlanta, ga
Wanna ball well lets bounce, get the heat and the scale
Now mack and fox boogie got dope to sell
[hook] x 2
[mack 10 talking]
The hoo banger, mack 10.
The ill na na, foxy brown.
And the homie jd, the don chi chi.
We got the recipe, break it down.