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

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

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

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for yeah, 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 tellin where you might get blast yeah,

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

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

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

(Reptile)
wise 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, Jersey
Nasty son of a gun, give up the
We come hard like hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, out the thousand watt amps
Created than the monster like the Loch Ness
All hell's about to when I'm loose
Tacklin, Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes
And get a we put you niggas in a bear hug
I dare thugs, tellin niggas do it like Nike Air
Take a death into the wilderness
We got you feelin this, to the point your man kill us
But we laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin
Loaded dirty cash and a Mack 10 (*echoes*)

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for weed 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 might get blast yeah,

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

(Pras)
Uh, yeah, yeah, party