Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah 'Eh Yeah 'Eh - Mack 10

(Intro: 10)
Yo, 10 (dirty cash, Reptile)
It's good to have a little change
in your life ain't that Pras? (That's right baby)
Yo, hahaha that's right let me run it, check it

(Mack 10)
We do things and bangers, g's as we are
even Mack can do a bar with a Refugee All-star
Pras dance the border like he Cassius Clay
While I round the hood with a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought they me
They how can a thug from Cali bust with a Fugee?
Cause I and make... ignite, easy on the treble
Now the bass up and check my Mic level
As I get down, let peekin, but ain't speakin
I guess a gang-bang thug... got baby
your outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus your little black... is cute your dreads
Bet you ain't had a nigga that roll a six-fo
Hit a switch and hop into a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the twice as nice
So add a little spice and put a thug in life

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You get up of your...
From a hooter,
Ain't no tellin where you get blast yeah, yeah

(Pras)
Yes, yes y'all (yes y'all) it's dirty y'all (cash y'all)
the East to the West I manifest y'all
Doin interviews with Bazaar, how bizarre
You're sit smokin big Cuban cigars
Yo, fly guys getting jackin and fly cars
If it's up to me, get blast when the hole pars
Thus far, no one can with my little troth
from the bush I'll rip y'all and bust your show to Crenshaw
Flowin with Pras and some splash down to
Meet you at the shock bar, se enica
Place bet yo pay your debt
You with the fake crepes, I'll bust you with my Twin-Tack
For talkin out the side of neck, aiyyo check

We can showdown and lowdown when I'm
Make your move cowboy this ain't
You got the in the hood, INGLEWOOD!

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty for weed yeah, yeah
for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You get up of your...
From a hooter,
no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah

(Reptile)
Would wise in ninety dance hall, to this
with the dress, smoke an ounce to this
I hits, lyrically swift, speakin of business
Reptile, formerly know, delinquent
son of a gun, give up the funds
We down hard like hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, out the thousand watt amps
Created more than the like the Loch Ness
All hell's to break when I'm loose
Tacklin, like Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes
And get a haircut; we put you niggas in a hug
I thugs, tellin niggas do it like Nike Air slugs
Take a death dive into the
We got you feelin this, to the point your man kill us
But we laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin
Loaded with cash and a Mack 10 (*echoes*)

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for weed yeah,
for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You get up of your...
From a hooter,
Ain't no where you might get blast yeah, yeah

(Outro: Reptile)
Come on, come on, the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just care
Come on, on, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just don't
Yeah what, what, blow the in the air
And puff, like you just don't care
I said the smoke (blow the smoke)
Blow the smoke and puff, puff you just don't care

(Pras)
Uh, yeah, yeah, people