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

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

(Mack 10)
We do things and bangers, g's as we are
Well even Mack can do a bar a Refugee All-star
Pras dance round the border like he Cassius
While I press round the hood a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought knew me
They say; how can a thug from Cali with a Fugee?
Cause I write and make... ignite, easy on the
Now turn the up and check my Mic level
As I get down, let mama peekin, but ain't
I guess a thug... got baby tweakin
Said outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus your little black... is cute your dreads
Bet you ain't never had a nigga that a six-fo
Hit a and then hop into a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the game as nice
So add a little and put a thug in your life

(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...
a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah,

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

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

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

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

(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

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

(Pras)
Uh, yeah, yeah, party