Caught Up soundtrack

Damn Dawg, sure look you ballin<br>I hit licks nigga<br> Yeah homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo` neck<br> Whassup?<br>I hit licks nigga<br> Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit style<br> what`s happenin witchu man?<br>I hit licks nigga<br> Pushin ?rar-ies?<br>I told you dog, I hit licks nigga<br><br>[Mack 10]<br>I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest<br>The young presidential nigga with the platinum status<br>Maniac Mack 10, and I`m callin all hogs<br>Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?<br>With the fo`-fo` knockin noodles leavin niggaz like top ramen<br>And Dawg I`m dumpin everytime you`re even thinkin about bombin<br>This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that`s real<br>You need to give up your goods or get your punk ass killed<br><br>[Road Dawgs]<br>In this life I`m takin chances servin, slidin plastic<br>got bitches walkin out of banks with cash advances<br>I came up watchin true ballers; no one can school us<br>I`ve seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers<br>Stay strapped for the get back; plus I use it<br>to jack hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming*<br>Every since my Dawg died, I put mo` licks in the mix<br>Another motherfucker hog tied<br><br>in the trunk of the Continental (how you do dat)<br>Trix are for kids, when I`m finished check his dental (check it)<br>Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole from me<br>I had to plug on him (we know his whereabouts)<br>No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin<br>We gotta take him, shake him for his Dayton`s<br>Empty the clip and desecrate him, verbatim<br>(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em<br><br>Chorus: Road Dawgs<br><br>You don`t want none (Westsiders we riders)<br>Licks, it`s all about stacks and stocks<br>Max with glocks<br>[Mack 10] as my lifetime is tickin<br> Comin up strong, lickin and flippin chickens<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Road Dawgs]<br>Huh, it be the season for lickin (right)<br>Much love to my thug niggaz and drug dealers<br>(Hell yeah (nigga) make way)<br>for the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers<br>on the real, when I stick steel in your grill<br>with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled<br>Glock in the hand of a mack, I`m a hundred and jack<br>Kill for the crack, sell it and steal it right back<br><br>Set your mindstate, into murders and po-po<br>California`s ruthless... keep the fo`-fo`<br>Straight dumpin out a fo`-do`<br>in the city with the Damu rip, and cholo<br>G`s wearin Polo, doin their `do low<br>When I strike, you`re stuck, I attack like Cujo<br>It`s do or die for da meanest<br>in a gang like this nigga, fuck all freaks!<br><br>[Mack 10]<br>Since dope is the game, I guess I found my niche<br>Got everybody trippin how quick I got rich<br>First Mack used to struggle, but now it`s mo` betta<br>I got to meet mo` niggaz, so I made mo` chedda<br>Now my whole umbrella check doe like a teller<br>Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird seller<br>Got the spot straight vacant what`s to be made a nigga make it<br>And what a nigga ain`t makin, you best believe a nigga takin<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Road Dawgs]<br>I`m a motherfuckin menace, mashin through Lennox<br>up to Venice down in Henny`s, chasin it with Guinness<br>All one, greed in my eyesite stay G`d<br>and make em bleed nigga what that I like<br>Gangsta love, slippin on my gloves<br>Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the dove<br>Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through your doors<br>and your windows, layin niggaz out<br><br>[Mack 10]<br>I can see clearly now, let the bullshit fade<br>Niggaz can`t paid caught up in the masquerade<br>So I mash and hoo-ride when it`s time to collide<br>And keep a big fat heater cause it`s cold outside<br>I flash like boo-ya, won`t hesitate to DO ya