Mack 10, you know y'all rule hip hop, man   Ice Cube, you know y'all rule hip hop, man   Mack 10, you know y'all rule hip hop, man, wait a minute   They know how the West coast rock, nigga      Mack 10, nutty as they come, leave 'em face down   And numb from the waist down   It's a Sunday, a gun day, rollin' down a one way   In my 'lac front and back over train tracks      On yak and herb, nigga, swerve, it gets on my nerves   banked my Danas on the curb   In the gutta lane, I'm butta man, foot to the flo'   What you want from the sto'      I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga, buy my single   Comin' from Ingle is my jingle   Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her   But niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker      Fool I'ma vet you can bet   That I can dance underwater and not get wet   It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap   Everybody run when I bust a cap, puttin' Inglewood up on the map   Look at what I do when I pulls my strap      Bust two rounds and nigga's about to clown   Bitch, hit the silent alarm it's goin' down      Foe life, foe life   Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes   Foe life, foe life   Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes      Khaki suit, ski mask is my attire   With my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire   Fool, where ya keep the rims and tires   'Fo yo' life expires, I'm as nutty as Michael Myers      Didn't think about the Rottweiler   A lot of stitches in the ass, blood in the Impala   Sittin' 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, I'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, I'ma have to say   Bitch, get out the car slow and leave ya fuckin' dough   'Cause a nigga gotta eat, fuck the world   Let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl      Foe life, foe life   Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes   Foe life, foe life   Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes      Call 911, there'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      'Cause I'm superman, superbad, supermad   Superfly, fool you can die   There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on   And I'm at home sewing stripes on      Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway   About to buck you down with this throw away   With no serial number it's the summer   Where niggas die, it's hotter than July      You better stay low fo 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      Foe life, foe life   Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes   Foe life, foe life   Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes      Foe life, foe life   Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes   Foe life, foe life   Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes