f/ Mack 10
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[sampled announcer]
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In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
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But in this country, society itself is failing
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[Ice Cube]
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Hellll yeah! Uhh..
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Ta-dow! Uhh..
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Ta-dow! Uhh..
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Ta-dow! UHH!
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Ta-dow, how ya like me now I'm in the mix
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It's nineteen-eighty-six and I got the fix
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with the chicken and a quota, got the bakin soda
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Let the water boil, workers all loyal
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Dropped out the twelveth cause my wealth is shorter
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than a midget on his knees, now I slang ki's
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Infest my hood with crack, I'm the mack
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+It Take a Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back+
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Too big for my britches, and I got bitches
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Now I'm hittin switches, niggaz want my riches
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Used to get 18, when my G was alive
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Now a ki' is 13-5
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Eighty-nine's the number, another summer
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(Get down!) Police ain't get no dumber
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Streets dried up, used to think it would last
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But being a kingpin is a thing of the past
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They tried to blast me for slangin a boulder
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Now I got my ass in Minnesota
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Got my own crew, it's on brand new
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Damn, what can I do? Oooh
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Fool
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[Ice Cube]
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Already done stacked me half a meal ticket
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Bought a house next to Prince, now I can kick it
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Now I got ends, wavin to my friends
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Rollin in a Benz, goin to see the Twins
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play at the 'dome; police are tappin my mobile phone
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I'm almost home
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Gettin excited, indicted
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Spent a grip and a year tryin to fight it
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Lawyer got paid; plea, no contest
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cause everything I own, got repossessed
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Now take a look at the dust
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And I'm happy cause I only got 36 months
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I never picked up a book
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cause, my arms are 16 inches, nigga look (OOOH)
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Can't wait for ninety-two so I can get with my crew
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and see, what can I do
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
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[Ice Cube]
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Fucked up in the pen, now it's ninety-fo'
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Back in L.A., and I'm bailin through the do'
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Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch
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So where the work at, and niggaz smirk at
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me sayin ain't nuttin poppin from here to the L.B.
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What you tell me?
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No it ain't crackin, everybody's jackin for a Coupe
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Since, they sent in the troops
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Even though I got muscle, that ain't my hustle
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Takin a nigga's shit in a tussle
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No skills, to pay the bills
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Talkin about education to battle inflation
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No college degree, just a dumb ass G
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(Yeah you fool..) Who me?
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I got a baby on the way, damn it's a mess
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Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes
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Took some advice from my Uncle Fester
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All dressed up in polyester
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Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you?
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[Mack 10]
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Yeah you can help me punk
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Give me all of the money, or I'm dumpin
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That's on my momma
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Ay homeboy, while you at it
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gimme large fries, a strawberry shake
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A Big Mac, cause this Mack 10 fo' life
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[Ice Cube]
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Can I roll wit you? What can I do?
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Now I'm on the run, with a gun
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and this fool I don't know, pedal to the flo'
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Swervin, servin all of the pigs
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Just because they tryin to split my wig
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I'm in custody, L.A.P.D.
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One more felony, strike number three
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Twenty-five to life in cell block two
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It's true, that's what I gotta do, oooh
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, what can I do?
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Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
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Wesssssyde! What can I do, what can I do?
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Ice Cube.. what can I do, what can I do?
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What can I do, oooh
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[sampled announcer]
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In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
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What Can I Do? (Remix)
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Ice Cube |