Mack 10 & Tha Dogg Pound Nothin' But the Cavi Hit Lyrics

[Intro: Mack 10, Kurupt (), Dat n____ Daz {}]

(Blaze up)
{Oh yeah}
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop {Sucka}
{Nothin but the cavi}
Hey, Daz {Sup}
Check this out, dog

[Mack 10]

Now when I come to ya'll hood, ya'll watch my back
And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Connect gang from the west, n____, where the best be

[Dat n____ Daz]

It ain't no questions asked
You down to blast for me?
Down to ride for me?
Down to die for me?
I come through for these sucka-a__ n____s who rep
Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a coupla n____s, leave em all panicked
We swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub

[Kurupt]

We in the war zone,
Where the war's on
Where ya gun, n____?
Show em where you're from, n____
Ridin-a__ young n____
a___nel equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rollin with the force
He's out to catch a body
Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party
Now he's walking around smarter
Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumpin
I'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin

[Chorus: Mack 10, Dat n____ Daz (), Kurupt {}]

f___ you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near}

Cause n____s like us do platnium every year
(And if I ruled this sphere)
{Your s___'d disappear}

Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
And wave em all around like ya just don't care
We're ridin dope, so, n____, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi

[Mack 10]

I'm servin n____s like a host with the pound so take a toast
Dog, this west coast and our s___ b__p the most
Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, f___ around and be a single
From the who bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls
Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls
We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it
But the s___ don't stop till we hit a meal ticked

[Dat n____ Daz]

I'll be g______ed
I'm in it for a meal ticket
And the goal's succesful
I don't know who to prove a show
Usual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
Ya'll don't know us like that,
Where the gang-banger's hang at
They "Daz, are you a rider?"
I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood
On a cash mission bailin hood to hood

[Kurupt]

Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
I feel like loose-shakin n____s like dice
Forever in the day
Say what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,
It's all about mashing, cashin heat in the stash
When you're in the neigborhood of a__assins
What you say?

[Chorus]

[Outro: Dat n____ Daz, Mack 10 ()]

What do you consider fun?
(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
All day night, and all night long
(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
When you wake up in the morining
And you start to yawn
(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
All day night, and all night long
(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
C'mon, C'mon

(Yeah, dub S.C.G.
D.P.G.C.
Ha ha ha,
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
It might make ya rich
Wesssydeee,
b_____)
Death Row