Foe Life

[Intro: Mack 10 & Ice Cube]

Mack 10 you know you rule hip-hop and

Ice Cube you know you rule hip-hop and

Mack 10 you know you rule hip-hop and

Wait a minute, that ain't how the West Coast rock, nigga!

[Verse 1]

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 get's on my nerves, banked my Daytons on the curb

In the gutter lane, I'm butter man, foot to the flo'

What you want from the sto'

I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single

Comin' from Ingle (Fo' life) 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 nigga about to clown

Bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down

[Hook]

Fo' life, fo' life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes

Fo' life, fo' life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes

[Verse 2]

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 stiches 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'mma 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 she 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

[Chorus]

Fo' life, fo' life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes

Fo' life, fo' life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes

[Verse 3]

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

'Bout 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 ten paces

And try to guess the color of my shoelaces

[Hook]

Fo' life, fo' life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes

Fo' life, fo' life

Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes