Nothin’ But The Cavi Hit Mack 10 (Ft. Tha Dogg Pound)

[Intro: Mack 10 | Kurupt | Daz Dillinger]
Blaze up (Oh yeah!)
Worldwide (Don't stop, don't stop)
Westside (Don't stop)
Yeah, Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucka)
Nothin' but the cavi
Check it, hey, Daz, Kurupt, check this out, dog

[Verse 1: Mack 10]
Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back
And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
'Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
A pavé ‘lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Connect gang, nigga, from the West, where the best be

[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
It ain't no questions asked, you down to blast for me?
Down to ride for me? Down to die for me?
I come through for these sucker-ass niggas for rep
Come creepin' up on 'em slowly but surely show 'em death
Pull out the MAK 90 automatic for static
Blast a couple of niggas, leave 'em all panicked
We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We came up too much, too tough, and too rough