Mack 10 - Hate In Yo Eyes lyrics

You can hear it bumpin´ through the door
It is a party jumpin´ on the floor
And from the way it sound, it aint no doubt (What´s up)
That the West coast is in your mouth

Yea, yea
It is all gravy, petty cash never fades me
So pour me a shot of ‘gnac & purple haze me
I am 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 until she lays me
No, you never seem to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
‘Cause 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 & keep doin´ my thing
I am 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 is drama you want, then it is drama I bring, sing

It is me you want to be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes
‘Cause I am livin´ like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes

Never trippin´ ‘cause it aint nothin´ to me
But I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes

Look, you local cats is just small potatoes
No names ‘cause this addressed to all the haters
From the Wood, there´s none greater
Mack the headliner & 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 & gave you a deal
For me good livin´, y´all independently rhymin´
You got the hustle game backwards, you nickel & dimin´
Oh, hip-hop classics, I make ‘em & got ‘em
And your group, aint been heard of past the bottoms
I cannot go to my turf & mingle with my Gs
I got one word to say about that one (What?) “Please”
Chicken hawks, y´all aint worth a feather in my wing
And all this hatin´ just let me know I am doin´ my thing, sing

It is me you want to be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes
‘Cause I am livin´ like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes

Never trippin´ ‘cause it aint nothin´ to me
But I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes

Hoo-Bang, Hoo ride
All day, all night
Throw dubs up high
Westside foe life

Hoo-Bang, Hoo ride
All day, all night
Throw dubs up high
Westside foe life

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 & act so friendly
Walk away with hate & a heart full of envy
Say bro, what part of the game is that
You got ways like a dame & how lame is that
Actin´ like a groupie around famous cats
And it is strange, you do not have no shame in that
I got your card, playboy, but I aint trippin´
You know me, I just roll with the punches & keep it pimpin´
Get dough by bunches, donatin´ & tippin´
Let it ride on the Harley, & 6-4 dippin´
Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean
I am like a leprechaun, I want nothin´ but green
Avoid the haters & for the party scene
Copped a rock from the D-R to make their heads ring, sing

It is me you want to be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes
‘Cause I am livin´ like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes

Never trippin´ ‘cause it aint nothin´ to me
But I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes

It is me you want to be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes
‘Cause I am livin´ like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes

Never trippin´ ‘cause it aint nothin´ to me
But I could still see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo´ eyes, hate in yo´ eyes

Mack 1-O, Hoo-Bangin´ foe life
And it don´t quit
Take a picture trick, yea
Take a picture trick, yea
It might make you rich
Westside riders, baby
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh


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