Hate In Your Eyes Testo

You can hear it bumpin through the door It's a party jumpin on the floor And from the way it sound it ain't no doubt (whassup?) That the West coast is in yo' mouth [Mack 10] Yea, yea It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me So po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me I'm a hustler, gettin cash like crazy Hard grindin pays me, work ethic is never lazy Block hugger, the hood raised me And she, won't be happy 'til she lays me No, you never seem to amaze me So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me My name sparkin like a street king Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling" A whole lot of haters out there it seem But I flip 'em all off and keep doin my thing I'm a boss about, when I Inglewood swing Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring Now ding ding - let the bell ring And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring, sing [Chorus] Meanwhile I be indeed and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Cause I'm livin like a G you intrigued and I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Never trippin cause it ain't nuttin to me but I can still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes Hah, hah, hah - I can see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes [Mack 10] Look - you local cats is just small potatoes No names, cause this addressed to ALL the haters From the 'Wood, there is NONE greater Mack the headliner and y'all are spectators Remember "Foe Life?" I put the 'Wood in it And looked out for you when your own hood didn't And plus you forgot who was payin your bills Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal For me good livin, y'all independently rhymin You got the hustle game backwards, you nickle and dimin Oh hip-hop classics? I make 'em AND got 'em And yo' group, ain't been heard of past the Bottoms I can't go to my turf, and mingle with my G's I got one word to say about that one - what? Please Chickenhawks, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing And all this hatin just let me know I'm doin my thing, sing [Chorus] [Interlude: repeat 2X] Hoo-Bang, Hoo-Ride All day, all night Throw dubs, up high Westside, foe life [Mack 10] Now tell me, is it the deuce-ones on the Bentley? The lowriders, the mansions, is that why you resent me? Smile in my face, and act so friendly Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy Say bruh, what part of the game is that? You got ways like a dame and how LAME is that? Actin like a groupie around famous cats And it's strange, you don't have no shame in that I got your card playboy, but I ain't trippin You know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin Get dough by bunches, donatin and tippin Let it ride on the Harley, and six-fo' dippin Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean I'm like a leprechaun, I want nuttin BUT green Avoid the haters, and for the party scene Copped a rock from the D-R to make the head ring, sing [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Mack 10] Mack one-oh, Hoo-Bangin' foe life! And it don't quit Take a picture trick; yeah, take a picture trick, yea It might make ya RICH.. Wessssyde ri-ders, BAY-BAY!! Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh