Nothin' But The Cavi Hit
Mack 10 & Tha Dogg Pound Lyrics
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(Blaze up)
(Oh yeah)
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker)
(Nothing but the cavi)
Check this out, dog
[Mack 10]
Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back
And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be
[Dat Nigga Daz]
It ain't no questions asked
You down to blast for me?
Down to ride for me?
Down to die for me?
I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep
Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked
We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub
[Kurupt]
We in the war zone,
Where the war's on
Where ya gun, nigga?
Show em where you're from, nigga
Riding-ass young nigga
Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force
He's out to catch a body
Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party
Now he's walking around smarter
Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping
I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something
[Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}]
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you want to trip, we got the straps near}
Cause niggas like us do platinum every year
(And if I ruled this sphere)
{Your shit'd disappear}
Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
And wave em all around like ya just don't care
We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi
[Mack 10]
I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast
Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most
Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, fuck around and be a single
From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls
Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls
We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it
But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked
[Dat Nigga Daz]
I'll be god damned
I'm in it for a meal ticket
And the goal's successful
I don't know who to prove a show
Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
Y'all don't know us like that,
Where the gang-banger's hang at
They "Daz, are you a rider?"
I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood
On a cash mission bailing hood to hood
[Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice
Forever in the day
Say what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,
It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash
When you're in the neighborhood of assassins
What you say?
[Chorus]
[Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)]
What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
All day night, and all night long
When you wake up in the morning
And you start to yawn
All day night, and all night long
See'mon, see'mon
(Yeah, dub S.C.G.
D.P.G.C.
Ha ha ha,
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
It might make ya rich
Bitch)
Death Row
The song “Nothin’ But The Cavi Hit” by Mack 10 and Tha Dogg Pound talks about their life in the streets, where they work hard to get money and earn their respect. In the first verse, Mack 10 talks about the trust he and his gang have in each other. He says that when he visits another hood, he trusts that his boys will have his back, and when others visit Inglewood, he has their backs. He mentions the importance of getting money and hustling instead of worrying about gang affiliation.
In the second verse, Dat Nigga Daz asks his guys if they’re down to ride with him or even die for him. He says that he's willing to fight for his gang because they’re loyal to him. He talks about how they show their strength when they creep up on someone and scare them with their guns. In the last verse, Kurupt talks about how he grew up and how he's always ready to fight. He says that his life's goal is to earn success, and he's willing to take risks to get it.
Overall, the song celebrates the gang lifestyle and the bond between gang members. It portrays the streets as a place where you have to be on guard all the time and shows how earning money and respect requires getting involved in dangerous situations.
Line by Line Meaning
Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back
I need you to protect me when I come to your neighborhood
And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
And when you come to Inglewood, I'll give you some drugs to sell
So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
So we can make money and escape like a heist
Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
It's not about our gangs fighting, it's about making money
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
We're rising up and ending our poverty
A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
I have expensive jewelry and keep my pants neat
Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Mack 10 is the greatest, and you know which gang I belong to
Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be
We are the gang from the west where the best people live
It ain't no questions asked
I don't need to ask any questions
You down to blast for me?
Are you willing to shoot for me?
Down to ride for me?
Are you willing to go on a mission for me?
Down to die for me?
Are you willing to die for me?
I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep
I come through for these terrible people who represent their gangs
Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death
Sneak up on someone and scare them with death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic gun for problems
Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked
Shoot some people and scare everyone
We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We drive crazily and smoke weed
We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub
We became too rich, too strong, and too street-smart
We in the war zone, Where the war's on
We are in a dangerous place where there is active fighting
Where ya gun, nigga?
Where is your gun?
Show em where you're from, nigga
Show them where you are from
Riding-ass young nigga Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch
Dangerous young person with a well-equipped gun that is very powerful
With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force
Carrying two handguns that are powerful
He's out to catch a body
He wants to kill someone
Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party
This was supposed to be a party, not a place for violence
Now he's walking around smart
Now he's acting tough
Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping
Now he will see who is prepared to fight
I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something
I'm about to shoot my shotgun and attack someone
Cause niggas like us do platinum every year
People like us make a lot of money every year
Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
Everyone in the party, put your gang signs up in the air
And wave em all around like ya just don't care
Wave them around carelessly
We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
We have drugs, so act like you know what to do
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi
Mack 10 and The Dogg Pound are making money only with the best things
I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast
I'm giving people drugs like a polite host, so let's celebrate
Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most
Our gang from the west coast is the greatest
Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
I can go anywhere in Inglewood without problem
And everything I make, fuck around and be a single
Everything I make could potentially be a hit song
From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls
From gangster songs to party songs
Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls
I have awards all over my walls
We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it
We might take a break and relax
But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked
But we keep making money until we reach a million dollars
I'll be god damned
I will be very angry
I'm in it for a meal ticket
I do it for the money
And the goal's successful
The goal is to be rich
I don't know who to prove a show
I don't have anyone to prove myself to
Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
Drive crazily and shoot someone
Y'all don't know us like that, Where the gang-banger's hang at
You don't know us well enough to know where the gang members hang out
They "Daz, are you a rider?"
They ask me if I'm dangerous
I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
I say yes, I'm a gang member!
From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood
I have connections in different neighborhoods
On a cash mission bailing hood to hood
I'm looking for places to make money
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice
When I was younger, I had to make sacrifices
I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice
I feel like I'm playing with people's lives
Forever in the day, Say what you say
I will always be this way, no matter what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
I represent both Philadelphia and Los Angeles on the microphone
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
I have been to many neighborhoods in Los Angeles
To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back
I'm sure Mack 10 will support me
It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash
It's all about making money and hiding our guns
When you're in the neighborhood of assassins
When you're in a dangerous neighborhood
What you say?
What did you say?
What do you consider fun?
What do you like to do for fun?
All day night, and all night long
All day and all night
When you wake up in the morning, And you start to yawn
When you wake up and feel tired
See'mon, see'mon
Come on
Yeah, dub S.C.G.
Yeah, it's Dub S.C.G.
D.P.G.C.
D.P.G.C.
Ha ha ha
Hahaha
Take a picture, trick
Take a photo, fool
It might make ya rich
You could make money with it
Bitch)
Bitch
Death Row
Death Row Records
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: JOSEPH BROOKS, RICARDO BROWN, DELMAR ARNAUD, DEDRICK ROLISON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Daz most underrated producer '
@rboothy9795
Well when you got Dre, dj quik, dj premier, rza to compete with its hard to choose but I definitely agree most underrated
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@@rboothy9795DJ Battlecat too
@scrillamanjaro6708
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@juliehernandez886
#2024 and this jam still hits 🔥
@JamesBrooks-hj3dz
Yes it does ma i'm here witchu!!!!!!
@BluFlames-pe1sn
On H6ODSTAZ!
@ONE8_EnZo47
2024 still here and always💪🏾🙌🏽
@Luxury_Livin.
4eva💪🏾💯🔥🫡😎
@999w7
West coast classics