(c) 1995 Priority RecordsK-Dee talking:Hey hey hey baby check it out. I\'m K-Dee,&that\'s my nigga Mack 10 over there. Now he gotta be coolerthan the nigga thatyou sittin\' with, so pump yo\' brakes\'cause here comes the G. Foe Liiife!!Uhh that\'s right uhh yeah ha ha ha ha\nwhat the fuck you smilin\' at\nright\n\nVerse 1\nIt\'s that nigga west side swangin\'\nheat I\'m bringin\' like I\'m bangin\'\nslangin\' khakis hangin\'\ntook the script&I\'m flippin\' itgot bustas straight trippin\' itnever thought Mack 10\'llbe the new nigga rippin\' shitReal G style on a funky freestylesolo flo show with my bitch&my lo logettin\' my floss on as I slide my locs onhit the corna\' bitch hold onDanas is what I roll onSo watch yo\' step quiet it\'s kept on the leakI blast I don\'t stick the different nigga in the clickas I kick rhymes niggas pick mines from the stackthrew the roof on the sack then cut the \'lac front&backon all gold hundred spoke D\'s when I skiisnigga please wanna be G\'s don\'t wanna see thesestraight from killa Cali it\'s like the Valley of Deathof who\'s left I\'ll be a G \'til my very last breathChorus\nAlli alli all come free here comes the G\nFresh as a new pack I\'ll be doper than my cavi sack\nAlli alli all come free here comes the G\nCheckin\' loot like it\'s crazy in painter pants&Stacys(Repeat)Verse 2\nNow as I roll through the turf with that true G pride\nfeeling high as I ride from the west to the eastside\nOn them switches went from rags to riches\nall snitches must die I can\'t lie\nI like them hoochie bitches\nthough I know that a hoe is a gamble\nscandle hard to handle them dookey braids&sandalsThat\'s how I like it hike it touchdown then spike itthen pipe it so tough they can\'t gripe itSo if it\'s on from uh dusk \'til dawnkeep it crackin\' stay packin\' as long as niggas jackin\'Mackin\' like Goldie bumpin\' nothin\' but oldiesreminiscin\' tilt the 40\'s when I vibe the dead homies.Talking:\nYeah I wanna say what\'s up to all my deceased homeboys\nfrom the west&eastside didn\'t make it to see this rap.Oh yeah it\'s still Mack 10 foe life puttin\' it down like this here.Chorus\n\nVerse 3\nDown for the dirt I sport khakis and a white t-shirt\nslangin\' work got the big birdies that don\'t chirp\nI came up from a crawler now my stack is taller\nbig baller shot caller movin\' shit like a U-Hauler\nSo now it\'s on like that&I\'m rollin\'controllin\' the \'hood guns about a boat swollenback arms tatted (Inglewood) so tweed can get gattedcavi water weed or speed what you need \'cause I have itSo come through run through&uhh smell the vaporswon\'t be no set trip if it\'s all about paperDown with the Lench Mob I can\'t go wrongwell known&it\'s on bankin corners in my BroughamChorus\n\nMack 10, westside, foe life, and we out cali, california, comes, gangsta, here, hip, hoo-bangin, hop, inglewood, mack-10, rap, the, westcoast