You Don't Want None

Damn Dawg, sure look you ballin I hit licks nigga Yeah homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo' neck Whassup? I hit licks nigga Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit style what's happenin witchu man? I hit licks nigga Pushin ?rar-ies? I told you dog, I hit licks nigga [Mack 10] I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest The young presidential nigga with the platinum status Maniac Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs? With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz like top ramen And Dawg I'm dumpin everytime you're even thinkin about bombin This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that's real You need to give up your goods or get your punk ass killed [Road Dawgs] In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin plastic got bitches walkin out of banks with cash advances I came up watchin true ballers; no one can school us I've seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers Stay strapped for the get back; plus I use it to jack hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming* Every since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix Another motherfucker hog tied