Born Dedrick D'Mon Rolison in 1971, Mack 10 perpetually represented Inglewood, California throughout his career, the Los Angeles neighborhood he called home. His professional rap career began in 1995 when he signed with Priority, the premier label for West Coast rap at the time, and released his self-titled album. The West Coast gangsta movement was peaking around this time, and Mack 10 capitalized on the trend with "Foe Life," a song he wrote with Ice Cube, one of the West Coast's reigning talents. The partnership struck gold, and the song became a coastal anthem, opening the door for a successive single, "On Them Thangs." Mack 10 then partnered with Ice Cube again a year later to form the West Coast supergroup Westside Connection along with another Los Angeles rapper, WC. The three had united for a standout song on Mack 10's debut album, "Westside Slaughterhouse," and hoped to reprise their camaraderie for the Westside Connection album. They certainly did so, recording the boastful lead single "Bow Down," which taunted the East Coast, along with several other songs discussing the East-West tension that dominated rap at the time.
Mack 10 followed the number two-charting Westside Connection album with his second album, Based on a True Story, and its lead single, "Backyard Boogie," in 1997. The album became his most successful, peaking at number 14 on the Billboard album chart, and confirmed his quick ascendance to fame. Moreover, the album is generally considered to be Mack 10's career highlight: it features a modest number of guests (Snoop Dogg, E-40, Ice Cube), top-notch G-funk-era producers (Ant Banks, Soopafly), and little of the filler that would begin to populate his successive releases. Mack 10 returned a year later with another Top 20 album, Recipe, which is notable for its abundance of guests. In fact, only one song featured Mack 10 alone; every other song featured at least one guest, if not more; everyone from Master P and Mystikal to Jermaine Dupri and Ol' Dirty Bastard. Following the extravagencies of Recipe in 1997, Mack 10's career began to slowly spiral downward, much like the West Coast gangsta rap scene he rode to fame. His only release in 1998 was Hoo Bangin': Mix Tape, more of a showcase for the many up-and-coming rappers on his Hoo Bangin' label than for himself, and listeners weren't very interested. When Mack 10 finally did return with another full-length of his own, The Paper Route, in 2000, three years after Recipe, listeners similarly weren't very interested.
The relative disappointment of The Paper Route brought Mack 10's souring relationship with Priority Records to an end, and along came Cash Money Records, who happily signed the rapper to a contract. The partnership seemed somewhat unlikely. Cash Money was a leading Dirty South label with a small roster of in-house rappers such as Juvenile and Lil Wayne; however, the label was looking to expand its roster as well as its reach, and Mack 10 offered it a great opportunity to unite the West Coast and Dirty South. The resulting album, Bang or Ball (2001), neither topped the charts nor garnered substantial attention despite boasting "Hate in Yo Eyes," a Dr. Dre production that interpolated the Bee Gees' "Stayin' Alive." The album nonetheless signaled a new direction for Mack 10, who sounded surprisingly comfortable working with one of the Dirty South's premier producers, Manny Fresh. Less than a year later in summer 2002 came Mack 10 Presents da Hood, a Hoo Bangin' release prominently featuring numerous up-and-coming West Coast rappers: K-Mac, Deviossi, Skoop, Cousteau, and Techniec. More importantly, though, the album featured "L.A. for Ya," an anthemic song that was customized for the West Coast's leading radio stations as well as for Lakers and Clippers home games. The customized versions worked, and the song garnered quite a bit of airplay on the West Coast, making it one of Mack 10's biggest hits in years. Ghetto, Gutter and Gangster appeared in 2003 followed by Hustla's Handbook two years later
Dog About It
Mack 10 Lyrics
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Look here my nigga, it's for your own motherfucking good
You want to keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods
If you a stranger caught anywhere in my hood
How you get left, the only thing people can say is "Ughh"
I been know for reignin' choppers, bluka-bluka
Been stankin' baller blockers and ducking coppers
Got a holla, from my nigga Mack 10-sion
I flauge in, he tellin' me some busta tripping
Please let your lil' dog pay this cat a visit
Fuck wit the O.G. and B.G. get busy
Make sure his days livin', cut to a minimum
I speak this shit cause I mean it my nigga
I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my nigga
A lot of niggas don't walk it, and talk about it
But this nigga B.G. goin' be dog about it
[Chorus: B.G.: x2]
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga
[Mack 10]
Nigga I'm 'bout Sherm smokin' and trigga hokin'
And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin' blood soakin'
Don't doubt it, it's C.M.R so I shout it
Like navigation, I map it out, route it then be a dog about
I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo
That's all Hoo-Bang did, homies above, everything else I love
Say B.G. you need a hundred stack from Mack
You'll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack
But firsts things first, find him, hit 'em with the tool
Then make his blood ooze until there's no more to lose
Murder, murder's a must, take the stairway to heaven
And if you fuck wit Mack, then it's a 187
So if you do me, then I'll do you
But when I do you, I want your whole fuckin' crew
So fill the church up and get the units you recite of
I'm a straight dog about it plus a West side rider
[Chorus: x2]
[B.G.]
I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-fuck-out
When I beef, slugs get bust at your house
All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town
You want peace, its too late the water started to boil now
I tried to tell ya when you was buckin', "Settle down"
I tried to tell ya that, "Lil' B.G. is ghettoed down"
I tried to tell ya that, "Niggas raw from Uptown"
And release nothin' but a hundred plus rounds
[Mack 10]
Hold up B.G. blood, check it, I gotta know homie
And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin' phony
Big Stunter Corlone gave the word and now it`s on
Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop` em in his dome
Then act like Rambo, turn into Mack Soprano
Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin' from his flannel
Fluka-flames wit nothing but red-dot aims
Chicken heart plucking out a Chevy, ain't a damn thing changed
[Chorus: x3]
The lyrics of Mack 10's song "Dog About It" portray the life of street thugs and the unforgiving atmosphere that extends within their communities. B.G., who begins the song, warns people that they will meet an untimely death if they venture into his territory. Mack 10 later chimes in with his own verse, where he spits violent lyrics about leaving his enemies dead and soaking in their own blood. He adds that he won't stop until he takes down his victim's entire crew. The song also emphasizes the importance of loyalty among the "hood," the cycles of revenge, and the risks that fall under wayward lifestyles.
Line by Line Meaning
Look here my nigga, it's for your own motherfucking good
I'm warning you for your own benefit
You want to keep your bling, stay out my neck of the woods
If you want to keep your valuables, stay out of my territory
If you a stranger caught anywhere in my hood
If you're a stranger in my area
How you get left, the only thing people can say is "Ughh"
You'll be left with only a groan as people talk about you behind your back
I been know for reignin' choppers, bluka-bluka
I'm well-known for using guns to intimidate and attack
Been stankin' baller blockers and ducking coppers
I've been avoiding the police while intimidating other successful people
Got a holla, from my nigga Mack 10-sion
I received a call from my friend Mack 10
An told me to meet him at LAX and its `bout some business
He asked me to meet him at the airport for something important
I flauge in, he tellin' me some busta tripping
When I arrive, Mack 10 informs me that someone is causing trouble
Please let your lil' dog pay this cat a visit
Please let me or one of my associates handle the situation
Fuck wit the O.G. and B.G. get busy
You'll have a problem if you mess with us
Make sure his days livin', cut to a minimum
We want to make sure he doesn't live for much longer
I speak this shit cause I mean it my nigga
I'm not just talking, I really mean what I say
I creep and where I catch ya, is where I leave ya my nigga
I'll attack you wherever I find you, and leave you lying there
A lot of niggas don't walk it, and talk about it
Many people talk a big game, but don't actually act on it
But this nigga B.G. goin' be dog about it
But I'm different, I'll actually follow through
Now when we come, we come, and dog we ain't playin'
When we're on a mission, we're serious and not messing around
It's bluka, bluka boo-yuka, boo-yuka, fla, fluka, flame
We use violence and guns in our actions
We a dog nigga, we walks that walk and talk that talk nigga
We're serious and follow through on everything we say and do
Nigga I'm 'bout Sherm smokin' and trigga hokin'
I'm all about smoking marijuana laced with PCP and using guns
And leave my enemies dead and their fuckin' blood soakin'
I'm here to kill my enemies and leave them lying in their own blood
Don't doubt it, it's C.M.R so I shout it
Don't question it, this is C.M.R (Cash Money Records) and I'm proud of it
Like navigation, I map it out, route it then be a dog about
I plan out my strategy and execute it with determination
I lay low, jack you for every dollar and paceo
I'll be patient and take all your money and possessions when the time is right
That's all Hoo-Bang did, homies above, everything else I love
My loyalty lies with my crew, above all else
Say B.G. you need a hundred stack from Mack
B.G., you need $100,000 from me
You'll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack
You'll need to sell a lot of drugs to get that kind of money
But firsts things first, find him, hit 'em with the tool
First, we need to find the target and then attack with weapons
Then make his blood ooze until there's no more to lose
We will inflict severe harm until the target is no longer breathing
Murder, murder's a must, take the stairway to heaven
Murder is necessary in our line of work, and we'll send our victims to the afterlife
And if you fuck wit Mack, then it's a 187
If you mess with Mack 10, you might end up dead
So if you do me, then I'll do you
If you cross me, I'll retaliate
But when I do you, I want your whole fuckin' crew
I'll make sure to take out all of your associates and friends as well
So fill the church up and get the units you recite of
Get ready for a funeral and prepare to speak about the deceased
I'm a straight dog about it plus a West side rider
I'm serious and determined, and represent the West side
I hit the street, you know I be thugged-the-fuck-out
When I'm out in public, I'm tough and intimidating
When I beef, slugs get bust at your house
When I'm in an argument, I'm not afraid to use guns and violence
All week, its drama, ya block like ghost town
The area is full of conflicts and arguments all week, and it feels like a ghost town
You want peace, its too late the water started to boil now
If you're looking for peace now, it's too late - things have already reached a boiling point
I tried to tell ya when you was buckin', "Settle down"
I warned you before to calm down and stop causing trouble
I tried to tell ya that, "Lil' B.G. is ghettoed down"
I informed you that B.G. is a product of the ghetto and shouldn't be underestimated
I tried to tell ya that, "Niggas raw from Uptown"
I told you that people from the Uptown area are rough and shouldn't be messed with
And release nothin' but a hundred plus rounds
I'll unleash a barrage of bullets on you and your associates
Hold up B.G. blood, check it, I gotta know homie
Wait a minute, B.G., I need to ask you something
And this punk we thought was a real nigga is a motherfuckin' phony
We thought he was a genuine person but turns out he's a fake
Big Stunter Corlone gave the word and now it`s on
My superior, Big Stunter Corlone, has authorized us to take action
Said he wanted a close casket, chigga-chop` em in his dome
He specifically requested a closed casket funeral, and we'll make sure to fulfill that request by shooting him in the head
Then act like Rambo, turn into Mack Soprano
We'll act like tough action movie characters and become ruthless killers
Fill him full of ammo, the blood gushin' from his flannel
We'll shoot him many times, and his blood will soak through his clothing
Fluka-flames wit nothing but red-dot aims
We'll use guns with precision aiming and set things on fire
Chicken heart plucking out a Chevy, ain't a damn thing changed
Our violent nature hasn't changed, and we're still willing to commit heinous acts
Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JOHNNY MERCER
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
PLR 88
BG & Mack 10 need a album together, They talk that shit! π₯
B A N T O π¦
PLR 88 forreal tho they could of done it on cash money if they didnβt leave bcuz of birdman!!!π€¦πΎββοΈπ―π―π―π―π₯
PLR 88
I like how BG said Mack 10 name as Mack Tension.
ryannailer
mannie fresh killed dis fucking track
Warren Dantzler
MANE B.G MURDERED DA SHIT OUT OF THIS TRACK LOVE THIS BEAT!!!
Cajon D
Damn Fresh acted a fool wit the beat and B.G. snapped hard for the OG Mack foreal damn I miss these good ol days
#TheGππtOnTheBeat
Frank S
Much love for underground shit like this! Here in the 818 we bump this G-RAP!
B A N T O π¦
Imagine A BG & Mack 10 Album Togetherπ₯π₯π₯π₯π―π―π―π―ππ½
oliverrando
Why would they do an album together
Tico Lunsford
My early teenage years. This shit still go in