Verse 1
Mack 10 nutty as they come
Leave and'em face down
And numb from the waist down
Itand's a sunday a gun day
Rollinand' down a one way
In my and'lac front and back
Over train tracks
On yak and herb nigga swerve
It getand's on my nerves
Banked my danas on the curb
In the gutta lane
Iand'm butta man
Foot to the floand'
What you want from the stoand'
Iand'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single
Cominand' from ingle (foe life) is my jingle
Seen yoand' bitch at the stoand' coulda took her
But niggas start to handcuff they hoes like t.j. hooker
Fool iand'ma vet you can bet
That i can dance underwater and not get wet
Itand's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap
Everybody run when i bust a cap
Puttinand' inglewood up on the map
Look at what i do when i pull my strap
Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown
Bitch hit the silent alarm itand's goinand' down
Chorus
Foe life foe life
Mack 10 cominand' through the hood with stripes
(repeat)
Verse 2
Khacki suit ski mask is my attire
With my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire
Fool where ya keep the rims and tires
and'fo yoand' life expires iand'm as nutty as michael myers
Didnand't think about the rottweiler
A lot of stiches in the ass
Blood in the impala
Sittinand' in the county with a gold record
Ice cube send me pictures of bitches naked
Caught with a contraband in my hand
Mack 10 take the stand
Your honor iand'ma changed man
So please let me go so i can flow
Got a show had to ask my p.o. can i go
And if he say no iand'ma have to say
Bitch get out the car slow
And leave ya fuckinand' dough
and'cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world
Let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl
Chorus
Verse 3
Call 911 thereand's a son of a bitch on the roof
Yarned up in his birthday suit
(mack 10 to the rescue)
My momma wanna know why i do what i do
and'cause iand'm superman superbad supermad superfly
Fool you can die
Thereand's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
And iand'm at home sewing stripes on
Cause iand'm the general and youand's a stowaway
and'bout to buck you down with this throw away
With no serial number itand's the summer
Where niggas die
Itand's hotter than july
You better stay low foand' you get a halo
Plus wings and a gown when i come around
So take 10 paces
And try to guess the color of my shoelaces
Chorus with ad libs and'til end
