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funkmaster flex - freestyle - mack 10 lyrics

[ice cube]
aiyyo, this is ice cube the don mega. don’t worry about your time zone, get
your grind on. 60 minutes of funk, volume 3. final chapter, yeah, ya-ay!

[funkmaster flex]
aight, my man mack 10 gettin ready to lace all this.

[mack 10]
yo, check it, let the games begin
it’s all to the good, bust out to the nyc from inglewood
we can all get down, have loot, and get licked
so f-ck the bi-coastal beef and bullsh-t
it’s the n-gg- that you know is gun-ho
mack one-o, i bust bad b-tches in pairs, never one hoe
with ?tips? for the real n-gg-s to make it thorough
much love to the east coast ghettos and the boroughs
like e.f. hutton, they listen when i’m speakin
poor white trash, black n-gg-s, to puerto ricans
mack wanna blast when the index itches
plus i use it to finger b-tches and hit switches
check the menu, you need it, i got it
everything, hit records to narcotics
its all about the dough, rain, sleet or snow
and the first fool to cross me catch the four-four
then the phats on ?bun?, surprise you with that one
and whoever don’t like it, f-ck em and eat a fat one
the to homies in the pen, i’ll send you a kite
cause it’s time for the real n-gg-s to unite
like funkmaster flex, you know it’s all about figures
we showed each other love so now flex is my n-gg-
i remember the day, if it was good you never fought it
no matter where you were from if it was b-mpin you bought it
from east to west coast, it’s all the same
its either run the dope game, or do the rap thang
mack 10 keep it gangsta, all the way tight
two heats on my hip, left and right for the fight
so with that hoo-bangin life

[funkmaster flex]
y’knaw mean, cause that’s the way we keep it moving, baby.

[ice cube]
yeah, ice cube, my man funkmaster flex, my man mack 10. it don’t stop, the
final chapter. you know how we do it.

[funkmaster flex]
i still ain’t havin it, motherf-cker. aight, look out for that! aight? drop
that, don’t miss it. i’m tired of nigas frontin on me, a lot of n-gg- frontin
on me. be-atch! aight.

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