Mack 10, Binky, Boo Kapone, C.J. Mac and Techniec - The Recipe

featuring Binky Boo Kapone CJ Mac Techniec



[Mack 10 talking]

Yo Mack 10 with just a few of the Hoo Bangin affiliates.

CJ Mac Binky Mac Boo Kapone and the homie Techniec.



[Mack 10]

Now here we go it's the show stopper noodle knocker

Gung ho 1 O fo sho the door clocker

I keep it rough with that red or blue shit

Hoo Bang crew shit Recipe new shit

It's off the hinges and my friends is

Rollin twelve cylinder Benz's with the chrome 20 inches

So fuck all the haters and the non believers

Punk niggas and bitches, hood rats and divas

Now platinum's automatic gangsta rap fanatic

No static shit with the radio and watch em add it

Hoo Bang affiliates in that ass like a thorn

What's your favorite song? Don't hate, sing along

I'm blindin niggas slowly with the iced out rolly

Leave your shirt holy with the glock pistol-ly

So, hang around for the go down

Hip-hop classic bound as I clown, house to town

And have it my way, jewlery parvay

Mack 10 got your hottie hot as the Mojave

Want the Recipe? Then you fellas best to be

Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me



[Techniec]

No bustas, no peace

Rock the black fleece, Techniec

In the gray off Caprice, dogs stay off the leash

Peep this, my click's nothing but heat bitch

Kick flows, stay on your toes, stay away from hoes

I know bitches that turn you on and turn on you

Kiss the hook ass nigga, pull a burn on you

That ain't the way I do thangs I Hoo Bang

So more niggas, more bigger, more heat, ready to blow triggers

Show niggas, Recipes, hoes, guns and funds

Blowfish, big tits, dubs and hunds

With nothin but redrumin when the heat start hummin

Empty the tech nina till these niggas stop comin

Young innovative, Long Beach native

This holocaust bust off and make it demostrative

You niggas don't want test me

Dynamic on my right connect to the left of me

Form the Recipe



[Hook:] X 2

If you ain't in this for the money what you in it for?

We got the Recipe, best to be, in it for the dough!



[Binky Mac]

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Gettin closer to God tryin to clutch what I can't touch

Time to get paper in the wind like a caper

Hoo Bangin affiliate, niggas it's gonna take ya

Flossy ass Rolex that's iced to the sickle

Bitches up on the pickle since the bank roll tripled

Now nigga what? When you see Binky Mac, throw it up!

Most underrated nigga that's hated, now give it up



[Boo Kapone]

I ride for connect gang, die for connect gang

Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang

Down with the 1-O, meet me in the jungle

Fly, gettin high by the motherfuckin tunnel

A sick ass nigga, that's how I gotta be

Smack my Bitch Up, like my name was Prodigy

Two glocks, four fifths and ak's

Cut off khakis, house shoes and murder braids

I stay flamed up, never been tamed up

My little homie died last year, I hit his name up

For the 99 I'm yellin redrum

Quick to hit you up with two fingers and a thumb

I smash fools 'cause cash rules, like Castro

You want these fuckin slugs fast or slow, hoe?

Oh, I got the 44 for all y'all BJ been day hoes

Get wet up with the dress oh fo sho



[Hook] X 4



[CJ Mac]

Motherfuckers better know, want LA, you must see me

Fuck the niggas frontin on tv

City locked, got the key to the streets baby

Better know who to greet 'fore you creep baby

Hear me talkin bout gangbang niggas sport red and blue

Like a missile pierce stomach tissue

Top 20 motherfucker you, make a nigga want to muzzle you

We kidnap for snaps, big hitter big stacks

Pool hall nigga made good

Gangbang nigga got rich and stayed hood

Dome shots, playa, you play about domein me

Jumpin on the knee, it's too late, you're shot, plow!

Fuck around and get your channel changed

Handle thangs with the German

Hit the sherm-an

Leave em squirm-an

see Mac, twista get rich

Ain't nobody gon snitch, we's Hoo Bangas bitch

Check this style playa, check this technique

Check the way I ride or walk playa

Check the way I ride or speak

I stay suited and booted, bandannaed and tatted

Cris don mowed up, Mac don blowed up, got em sewed up

Nigga who bangin? Who's sangin?

All this cheddar round me, niggas think I'm through bangin

But nah, Hoo Ridas bust straps and love dough

If you ain't in this for the cheddar what you in this for?

You know?



[Hook] X 4

Written by:
LEWIS COSBY, JESSE HASEK, RYAN JOHNSON, BRIAN VODINH, MATT WANTLAND

Publisher:
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