You Don't Want None Lyrics - Mack 10

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 

in the trunk of the Continental (how you do dat) 

Trix are for kids, when I'm finished check his dental (check it) 

Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole from me 

I had to plug on him (we know his whereabouts) 

No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin 

We gotta take him, shake him for his Dayton's 

Empty the clip and desecrate him, verbatim 

(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em 

Chorus: Road Dawgs 

You don't want none (Westsiders we riders) 

Licks, it's all about stacks and stocks 

Max with glocks 

[Mack 10] as my lifetime is tickin 

Comin up strong, lickin and flippin chickens 

Chorus 

[Road Dawgs] 

Huh, it be the season for lickin (right) 

Much love to my thug niggaz and drug dealers 

(Hell yeah (nigga) make way) 

for the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers 

on the real, when I stick steel in your grill 

with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled 

Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and jack 

Kill for the crack, sell it and steal it right back 

Set your mindstate, into murders and po-po 

California's ruthless... keep the fo'-fo' 

Straight dumpin out a fo'-do' 

in the city with the Damu rip, and cholo 

G's wearin Polo, doin their 'do low 

When I strike, you're stuck, I attack like Cujo 

It's do or die for da meanest 

in a gang like this nigga, fuck all freaks! 

[Mack 10] 

Since dope is the game, I guess I found my niche 

Got everybody trippin how quick I got rich 

First Mack used to struggle, but now it's mo' betta 

I got to meet mo' niggaz, so I made mo' chedda 

Now my whole umbrella check doe like a teller 

Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird seller 

Got the spot straight vacant what's to be made a nigga make it 

And what a nigga ain't makin, you best believe a nigga takin 

Chorus 

[Road Dawgs] 

I'm a motherfuckin menace, mashin through Lennox 

up to Venice down in Henny's, chasin it with Guinness 

All one, greed in my eyesite stay G'd 

and make em bleed nigga what that I like 

Gangsta love, slippin on my gloves 

Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the dove 

Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through your doors 

and your windows, layin niggaz out 

[Mack 10] 

I can see clearly now, let the bullshit fade 

Niggaz can't paid caught up in the masquerade 

So I mash and hoo-ride when it's time to collide 

And keep a big fat heater cause it's cold outside 

I flash like boo-ya, won't hesitate to DO ya 

A nigga like me a straight junkie for MOO-la 

One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the funds 

Makin hons pull they guns and fuckin two-one-one's (beyitch!) 

[Road Dawgs] 

I been exposed to this lavish life gangsta shit 

And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major grip 

So give it up motherfucker! You got 

one more time with that flip mouth then I'm buckin ya 

Check it in homey, keys and cash 

Don't make me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash 

Another bloody situation (Bitch ass nigga!) 

Blaowww, I ran out of patience 

Chorus 4X 

[Mack 10] 

Yeahhh, the Road Dawgs, and Mack One-Oh 

Straight up Westside Connect gangbangin to the fullest nigga! 

(Tell em Dawg) hahaha 

YOU KNOW FOOL! Unfadeable 

Dub-S-C-G, you niggaz don't want none 

(WessSYDE!!) 

You don't want none 

Nah nigga, you don't want none 

(You don't want NONE!)