Yo, Mack 10 (dirty cash, Reptile)   It's always good to have a little change   In your life ain't that right Pras? (That's right baby)   Yo, hahaha that's right well let me run it, check it      We do things and hood bangers, g's as we are   Well even Mack can do a bar with a Refugee All-star   Pras dance round the border like he Cassius Clay   While I press round the hood with a big AK   Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought they knew me   They sayhow can a thug from Cali bust with a Fugee?   Cause I write and make ignite, easy on the treble   Now turn the bass up and check my Mic level   As I get down, let mama peekin, but ain't speakin   I guess a gang-bang thug got baby tweakin   Said your outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red   And plus your little black is cute with your dreads   Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a six-fo   Hit a switch and then hop into a six double-o   You know, street niggas make the game twice as nice   So add a little spice and put a thug in your life      Weeeeeee   We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah   Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah   You, oooo, you   You better get up of your   From a hooter, Alcatraz   Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah      Yes, yes y'all (yes y'all) it's dirty cash y'all (cash y'all)   From the East to the West I manifest y'all   Doin interviews with Harper Bazaar, how bizarre   You're sit back smokin big Cuban cigars   Yo, fly guys want getting jackin and fly cars   If it's up to me, you'll get blast when the hole pars   Thus far, no one can spar with my little troth   From the flat bush I'll rip y'all and bust your show to Crenshaw   Flowin with Pras and some splash down to Jamaica   Meet you at the shock bar, Alas se enica   Place your bet yo pay your debt   You cats with the fake crepes, I'll bust you with my Twin-Tack   For talkin out the side of your neck, aiyyo check      We can showdown and lowdown when I'm sunset   Make your move cowboy this ain't Hollywood   You got the business's in the hood, INGLEWOOD      Weeeeeee   We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah   Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah   You, oooo, you   You better get up of your   From a hooter, Alcatraz   Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah      Would wise in ninety dance hall, bounce to this   Hip-hoppers with the dress, smoke an ounce to this   I spin hits, lyrically swift, speakin of business   Reptile, formerly know, Jersey delinquent   Nasty son of a gun, give up the funds   We come down hard like hundred-twenty tons   Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt amps   Created more than the monster like the Loch Ness   All hell's about to break when I'm loose   Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes   And get a haircutwe put you niggas in a bear hug   I dare thugs, tellin niggas do it like ?Nike Air? slugs   Take a death dive into the wilderness   We got you feelin this, to the point your man wanna kill us   But we ain't laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin   Loaded with dirty cash and a Mack 10      Weeeeeee   We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah   Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah   You, oooo, you   You better get up of your   From a hooter, Alcatraz   Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah      Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air   And puff, puff like you just don't care   Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air   And puff, puff like you just don't care   Yeah what, what, blow the smoke in the air   And puff, puff like you just don't care   I said blow the smoke (blow the smoke)   Blow the smoke and puff, puff like you just don't care      Uh, yeah, yeah, party people