On Them Thangs Lyrics by Mack 10

On Them Thangs Lyrics

    When in the streets i keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it
    It's my afrikan express i don't leave home without it
    Summertime just ain't known for the weather
    It's hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together
    13 to 14 7's can't miss
    But on some shit you got to let 15-8's twist
    Chevy trucks and 'em
    El caminos anybody want danas i got them for eight ??????
    All day long
    Gold or all chrome it's on
    You out to get 'em cause the tires come with 'em
    But they ain't for busters only hogs roll d's
    So keep yo' stocks on if you can't fade these
    Thousand in my pocket, yayo i rock it
    Keep my lond clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down
    Make the bumper drag the ground on the 'shaw
    Every sunday night just to clown on them thangs

    Get the hammer
    Be sure that yo strap ain't a jammer and as long
    As ain't nuthin' wrong then beat i'm on
    As i watch for the lick i got the switch to make me hit
    Front back side to side and three wheel shit
    Won't hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce
    But i still roll my deuce that hang like a noose
    It don't stop for mack, it's the same ol' same ol'
    Danas gold as i lay low, twisting like a tornado
    In that surplus gear like the g of the year
    Fuck the hour, it's all about the money and the power
    Ain't about set trippin' no bloodin' no crippin'
    Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches
    As i'm rollin' out of control and smoking humps
    Crank up the bumptie bumps 4 gates and square
    Dumps so i bang it, make the 20's slide when i swang it
    Lick it once lick it twice as nice
    When i hang it on them thangs

    D's i'm on 'em
    Killas they want 'em
    On them thangs...

    Old chevy's to cadillacs on twisters and doves
    Everybody got a plaque given pub to they car club
    Mafia for life individuals and damus ride
    Majestics and them niggas from the southside
    New school to old school get they ride on
    Bendin' corners caravaning like 50 strong
    In a rag top that and a hard top this
    Bustin ho's cause you can't miss if you let 'em twist
    So get you a set of them what we call dana's
    And see for yo'self all the bitches they brang us
    Cut the wheel right to left and make the ass end slide
    Now all the riders ride and skate from side to side
    On them thangs

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