Another sleepless night in Fresno Jail
I got a federal hold and I can't even bail
Eyes wide open like a dope fiend geeked
I need some cock hella bad I need to be free
Steady dreaming about wrecking guts and cock
Laying on my bunk busting nuts in socks
Celly on top bunk knock smooth out
Snoring mothafucka I should just shout
And wake his ass up cause I can't sleep
If a nigga had a way a nigga would creep
And make a clean break but that's just a dream fake
This can't be real, man, it all seems fake
3 am and it's time to E-A-T
Cold cream of wheat and a lunch in a B-A-G
This shit is the pits, man, how worse will it get, man
I need to be N Da Hood, straight getting a grit, man...
I'm missing the crew, the dope fiends too
I'm writing this rap, there's nothing else to do
Cause home is a place that it seem I won't go
Sleeping in a cell with some fools I don't know
Dope fiends that just don'y got no...
Sense and fince to get shipped to Wasco
I'm stuck like chuck way down south
When I need to be at home with a joint in my mouth
Smoking and choking on some hurt cha dick weed
I just can't wait to straight perk and get key'd
I need to be N Da Hood straight swinging tight ones
Burning long rubber on the black and white ones...
Back N Da Hood sound so good
They won't set bail but I wish they would
I P-R-A-Y every D-A-Y
Asking to get back to the B-A-Y
But every court date they keep detaining me
On punk ass charges they keep arraining me
At first I thought I'd have to spank you
But Detective Nichleman, I'd like to thank you
You put me on the news and tried to spread that lie
Then record sales jumped to an all time high
Why rob a bank when a nigga can spit?
I need to be N Da Hood cause I ain't did shit
Every damn day my tapes are sold
I make more money than the bank can hold
And though I might can't bail out...
This punk ass jail house
I'll just kick back and watch my mail sprout...
Plenty of time for a nigga to think
But all I can think of is dank and drank
On jail walls my name is carving
Waiting on comissary, man, I'm starving
Ten black brothas and fifty julios
I just can't wait to hit the studios
And let fools know about the set up
These punk police won't let up
They trying to keep me down and keep me in a ditch
But the only thing they doing is making me rich
They painted a picture of a ruthless villain
Told all my fans that I was stealing
Jealous mothafuckas, I never steal
I make more money than you never will
Mac Dre arrested for attempted heist
The mothafucking feds ain't nothing nice
They said I was the one doing all this shit
But banks just keep on getting hit
Feds trying to send a nigga up the creek
But Dre ain't worried cause the case is week
They say I'm the one calling all the shots
But fuck them feds and fuck them cops
And to that punk mothafucka Detective Nic Dic
Hear me loud and clear, fool: suck my big dick!
[Da Unda Dogg]
Whassup boy?
[Mac Dre]
What's happening playa, just sitting here, you know
Putting together some of that ghetto gumbo, you know
[Da Unda Dogg]
Some motherfucking gumbo?
[Mac Dre]
Yeah nigga, gum in the mother fuck bo
[Da Unda Dogg]
Like that there?
[Mac Dre]
Yeah, I got my niggas in here, we finna put it down
You know what I'm saying, real, real special
You know? Check it out, like this here
[Verse1: Mac Dre]
As I get to bustin'
This introduction
Of mind corruption
And rhyme seduction
I steal and fill brains
With game and mo' thangs
Like them dope thangs
And what that hoe brang
Creep on Crest streets
Speak on fresh beats
Hit the motel, and freak on fresh sheets
And wet sheets, is the end result
Been killing long cock since ten years old
See I blend this old-game with this new
And ain't no telling what a bitch will do
Now picture you
In my position
Steady getting sweated by the opposition
Could you handle
All this scandal
And keep on stepping like boots and sandals
My handle, is young Mac Dre
Silky slim, is my A.K.A
And you know that bay is my rompin' grounds
I mean stompin' grounds
But I like the way Rompin' sounds
So I'm a keep it
Romp related
And if it ain't down with the romp, I hate it
[Verse2: JT the Bigga Figga]
Well let me jump into the pot with all the hustlers and players
Chop potatoes with Phillie faders, Knocking niggas with Tre Eights
But now I
See my niggas at the spot with the session
Illegal product
Then people plotted, rotted with no confessions
Smith and Wessons
Demonstrations with Fully Autos, actin'
Conversations at the lab to keep the trackers trackin'
Double backin' to the spot where all the money filter
Keep it on the down low
You never tell about your scrilla
On the reala
I breaks it down in all directions
It's the Fillmoe players with the O
And the Crest connection
All in the session with my folks, You know they got the Dolo
Hit the gateway tracks, like some fiends in a forward Volvo
Bought a Bolo
Seen Kelly, mashed off, and then we hollered
Trailing Coolio and Mac Dre in a green Impala
Getting cloudy
The laboratorys just like a porny
Got a patient
Cousin Quinn is making the shit get saramani
Hella fetti
We ready, steady, with all the bumbles
Keeping it real with Dangerous Dame and Mac Mall in this fucking gumbo
Straight paper
Straight fetti
Straight gumbo
[Verse3: Dangerous Dame]
Niggas we pull
Niggas will say so
We hit the strip from San Jose, to Vallejo
Make more scrilla by the mouth piece
Non-talking niggas don't know shit about me
Ignore 'em like bitches
Respect
There ain't a hand out
Like a sore thumb, fake niggas always stand out
Player hater prayer
Praying that I buckle everyday
Ain't worth five cents, or my knuckles to the face
But my burners ain't feeling no flesh
If you niggas wanna test
Let it jump and we could put the shit to rest
You thinking deeply
But I be on service like a shark
Consider me that hate, but see I serve you from the heart
'cause love loves me
And hate loves me
So what the fuck you think?
You can't fuck with me
You paying dopefiends, to put 'em to work
But now your money's gettin' low
While I be getting low with this wicked flow
You got at me last night
But I wasn't asking who was bustin' the trigger
I'm blowing big bomb smoke, yelling "Nothin' ass nigga"
My pimping ain't soft
I'm taking no losses
So why the hell do you persist to put me in crosses?
You thought it was shackles, but then they was ropes
And now they're spider webs
I broke on you hoes
I know what you're doing before you do it
Got an outside plan, but in the end you're looking stupid
Huh, yeah
'Cause Dangerous Dame got 'em riding on the freeway
Actions speak louder
I don't fuck with he say-she say
Think you got game?
Never could you have it
You niggas are crying wolf, while I'll be fucking Jessica Rabbit
Straight trading places
But fool this ain't no dream
You was happy as hell when you had me under your infra red beam
Once again, get low for the East O
Add a little recipe to the gumbo
[Verse4: Da Unda Dogg]
Add me
Mix me up
Stir me in the pot with these niggas that fix me up
See, back in '91, Coolio was the shit
So now we cooking a batch of gumbo and it ain't gonna quit
My nigga the Bigga Figga, adding that spice so fool it's saucy
You bitches thinking you'll eat for free, well this shit is costly
So back up off me
And recognize the sound is poppin'
Beause we steadily droppin' dope, like the keys you coppin'
Mother fuckers, they get to actin foul
When they know they can't fuck with the style
Smile punk mother fucker, sucka, hating bustas
Ain't no friends when it comes to ends, so you can not trust us
But trust me
You can not dust me, or try and bust me, dumbo
Chorus:
Bitch
Life's a bitch
Life's a bitch and then you die
Life's a bitch and then you die
Lifes a bitch and then you die
Lifes a bitch and then you die
It's not often young niggas get a chance
to enjoy riches in legitimate fashion
So many of us say fuck it get a bucket
and run up in something and keep smashing
It's all about survival
but jealous rivals make it hard for us to do this
So everybody got a gun but when we was younger
our only weapon was our two fists
Now who missed the first lesson in life don't be no punk
If you a man have heart be a savage whether you sober or drunk
I seen niggas in the pen getting
their ass dug out over some hop or a pack of Kamels
But thats the game home boy and every move you make is a gamble
Them squares don't under stand so it takes niggas like me to explain it
I show vengeance violence and hatred because underneath it's so much pain
I aint no sissy or punk so don't trip when you see me crying
A nigga just hella mad his partners is dead and his folks keep on dying
My enemys feel the same way they want me dead they think I'm the nigga
that put they partner 6 feet under and left his son with no father figure
I live day by day not giving a fuck and when they ask me why
I pause for a minute then I reply because lifes a bitch and then you die
(Chorus)
Lifes a bitch then you die nigga
don't want a whole slice just let me taste the pie
They sent me to the pen for five years
for a crime that was never committed
I aint no bank robber but that five years
had me thinking maybe I should have did it
Do my thoughts deceive me? What a mutherfucker supposed to think
Locked down trapped looking at four walls a toilet bowl and a sink
Aint that a bitch I've been struggling ever since I could remember
But I stay strong year round from January all the way to December
See I am a hustler I need cash bad as a fat bitch need jogging
So I specialize in three things and thats
Pimping hogging and dogging (thats right)
Half these suckers walking around here fake as three dollar bills
If you with that bullshit don't come around me
I do this for reals not for thrills
I got to watch my back for them suckers thats out to do harm
Got a tattoo of a list full a partners
thats dead that run all the way down my arm
So If you see me mugging tripping and bugging don't stop and ask me why
A nigga just hella mad because Lifes a bitch and then you die
(Chorus)
I got a crew full of the realest thats deep as the Pittsburgh Steelers
Retired bank robbers ex-dope dealers and adversary killers
Our mission is simple get rich and stay real nigga
So our kids can live fat better then we did when we was little niggas
Life is short you only live once and aint no telling when your leaving
So I'm going to do it all have a ball
while I'm still living and breathing
See I am a philosopher and my philosophy is this
Don't be no punk young homey if it's worth it take that risk
Anything's possible but nothings for sure
Got to take advantage of all opportunities
and get your money you know
Love those who love you but don't never let it fuck up your vision
How much love did your loved ones
have when you was broke or doing time in prison
Stay on your toes don't fuck with hoes before you read them
Watch your back for them rats that set niggas up to keep they freedom
It takes 365 days for the earth to spin one time
But it only takes one minute
for that guilty verdict when that snitch drops that dime
A damn shame I thought rat heads get nothing but cheddar
But I got partners doing all day with 35 next to that letter
So I'm in trouble unless I bubble So I struggle to keep my peace
Staying money motivated with thoughts of Mike Robinson and D.J. Cee
Bitch
Life's a bitch
Life's a bitch and then you die
Life's a bitch and then you die
Lifes a bitch and then you die
(feat. KC Bobcat, Sauce)
Dolllalala Lots Of Paper
Dolllalala Lots Of Paper
Preppy Pimp Crestside Riders
Broke 150's And Top Siders
Whoops Upside Her Head If She Comes Short
Bread Im A Gunfolk Yea Im A Cut Throat
Backwood Burner
Mach And Murder
I Pack The Squirter When I Blap The Squirter
Whose Gon Fall Like Tall Timber
Killin Off The Whole Gang All Members
Come In Hurr Never Magnum
She Better Have Them Or Im Never Stabbin
Whatever Happened To The Girl From The South
Suck A Dick So Good They Called Her Pussy Mouth
Pussy's Foul But They Heads They Plus
If I Put Her In Heels And A Little Make Up
And Hit Vvegas Will She Make Us
[Mac Dre]
Is it Sleep Dank?
Cutthoat Committee
Real shitty, nothing pretty
Is it Sleep Dank?
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I'm in a tight seven tre
Four fifty four, four door, mob shot Chevrolet
Got four fifteen, Lanzars
Hitting so damn hard that I'm setting off alarms
Got a fat backwood, car tacked out
Fat four four that'll blow a niggas back out
Squatted real low, dank wood killing me
AC chilling me, but yall ain't feeling me
A Cutthoat pimp, tripping and flashing
Dipping and dashing, I'm sick when I'm smashing
M-A-C, Dre bitch
Pay bitch if you really want to stay bitch
[Verse 2: Dubee]
I bring fire, retire (?) wannabe killas
Can't fuck with, now who you be, I be that nigga
Steady ready to snatch it ticket wicked with a fashion
Tough as Tinactin, that bend tricks with a fastness
Dipping and dashing, four door Chevy smashing
Representing that raw shit, to your jaw shit
We be flawless, putting paper over all this
But yall just, niggas up in the way up on some garbage
That jargon, that make a nigga empty every cartridge
Walking target, make you park it where you start it
I'm hocking a loogie, its Dubee, I'm telling you
PSD, Sleep and Dre and this nigga bout revenue
[Chorus]
TALK BIG SHIT
Big shit talking niggas is off in the building
TALK BIG SHIT
Exo, cognac, privilege hennesey spilling, we living
TALK BIG SHIT
All on a hoe, yall ought to know
TALK BIG SHIT
At the mall or the store, your broad spending doe
[Verse 3: PSD]
See basically hoe, we hyper spaced out
Play for the doe but stop hating me hoe
Squat up on a one tre zero zero Honda model
No helmet on riding one time
Shining and glistening, hoes eyeing and listening
Judge dying and sentencing, girls smile when they mentioning
Two hundred dollars worth of smell (?) they slipping him
Quarters zippers on my (?) if its twelve I'm hitting him
Long or (?) green weed stall my lids and a Cutthoat is all I'm is
Me and my niggas hollering what hoe, we all on a bitch
Suck a dick if you cant fuck hoe, swallow the kids
[Verse 4: Sleep Dank]
Check the formats, lay suckas down like floor mats
Those who approach get pulled like stagecoaches, we floor cats
Turned up with no blood lets make it official
These squares play the front,
We in the back highly sparked off scud missiles
Sip on fosters slowly, hoes drop they panties just to know me
And show me, when the five hundred post, bitches kick it like shinobi
Plenty fuck trophies; I rock a bitch like a rollie
Give her two dubs nigga tell her bring me back 40
Scum of the slum, call the bitch names
Separate the busters from the thugs, floss it in there face
But would I paper chase, these niggas grab the nickel plate
And X the faith, on any sorry bitch who want to play
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I'm a hutch-peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high, homie
Shady character like Don King, so you better keep your eye on me
I done bust niggaz in the grill and had 'em wearin partials
Jacked high rollers and ran from the US marshalls
It's called survival and only the strong can survive
And went the distance with the feds while some of my partners took a dive
Strive to stay alive, can't let no nigga smudder me
Got to stay f-r-double e and keep these bitches lovin me
Sippin bubbly, breakin down buds from a fat sack
Reservations at (? ) arts craft shack
I stacks fat cause a mackaroni gots to have cheese
(? ) pillows and cigarillos and backwood leaves
And I drinks Hen by the gallon, so sometimes I might trip
Infrared beam with black talons and that extended clip
Quick to do some sprayin, so nigga, watch what you sayin
You'll get your show cancelled like Keenan and Ivory Wayans
[Chorus]
I'm just a pimp, mane, tryin to stack some Francs
So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions
Oh, you ain't knowin, what is you, new?
Yo hutch must be feedin you fish head stew
[Verse 2: Mac Dre]
Mac Dre shake broke hoes with bolos and kids
Tell a bitch she can take a long walk off a short bridge
And hope she land in shark-infested waters
Heartless, takin over turfs like Nino did to Corace
Kidnapped by the feds and treated like a sucker
But now I'm free they see payback's a motherfucker
I'm sickenin, like dickin all they daughters and nieces
Now CO's and PO's want me restin in pieces
Gettin peace is so hard that it'll make your nose bleed
And I been smokin since niggaz was on gold weed
Born to be a player, rhyme sayer and clock grits
Strapped with two 23 speedin chop sticks
Quick to kick a bitch to the curb
And get back with her on a 33rd
I never worry, never worry, it's all copastetic
Got mo' game than needed insulin in a diabetic
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
I be fitted, dipped in butter, hair cut like Kobe
Blindin 'em with science like Thomas Dolby
Pullin on black MI, sippin top-shelf Cuevo
Playin with my hutch hair while she lickin on my navel
Stable full of money-makin stallions
Been in the feds with dreads from Jamaica and Italians
Shrimp scampi eater Peter Long []
Puffin purple cush at the building with my cousons
Strapped, armed, ready, ain't nobody goosin me
Got (? ) where the airbags used to be
Boy, you should see how I act off the privilege
Hennessy is like Popeye's spinach
I'm ready to take heads off, gunplay or fight
I dot eyes and have 'em wearin they sunglasses at night
Fool, that's real, that ain't no frontin
[Verse 1]
Dre rock the jewelry with the clear stones
And get on a nigga head like some earphones
I finna spit it, with a clear tone
Get yo attention, the biggest thang since the T.V. invention
Dope as yola, I'm a big shot, a show off
Plus I'm a big pimp, I get tow off
Fuck a good job, she need a good jaw
And sell BJ's until her mouth get raw
I'm from the California coast, beaches and riches
Hit the cot, get ghost, no more sleepin' wit bitches
I got a coughnut, sittin' on wires
On Vogues bitch, not Michellin tires
Can't control my desires, I buy from Nordstroms not Fred Myers
Do a lot of weed, love my supplier
She keep it, fuck the blood out my supplier
Man I'm bigger than life, I do it Magnum
And bout these broke bitches, I'm through with havin' em'
Dre bogard, he shove and he push
And start war for nothin' G.W. Bush
We be lovin' the cush, but only in the backwood
It ain't a backwood, it ain't all that good
I'm from the streets, where most need heat
But I slice a nigga up like some roast beef meat
Chorus:
I can bust you a rap, but anything else, not my job
I peel ya cap back, but anything else, not my job
I get ya for racks, but anything else, not my job
I make you a slap, but anything else, not my job
[Verse 2]
Bitch gone ask me to come with her to grocery shop
I told her straight up like this, "no siree bob!"
That's not my job, I don't do that
I'm a pimp slash rapper, I thought you knew that
And where yo dude, should I serve em' the news
And let him know you finna be walkin' in some brand new shoes
Ooh, you a fool, gotta watch thy self
One false move, and you could stop thy self
Sometimes I'm not myself, I'm another man
I'm a rockstar, in another band
Plus I'm the man with plan in his hands
Soon we'll all be playing in sand
Cause to my estimations, and these calculations
And all the money I made off the Rompalation
I finna get as many didgets that's on my license plate
I shit on some of these midgets bitch I can't wait
Chorus
[Verse 3]
When I dip, they trip off what Furl dressed in
Plus I got a mouth full girl's best friends
I'm a back to the future new game kind of nigga
Y'all lames is plain, drinkin' the same kind of liquor
Wearin' the same kind of clothes, fuckin' the same kind of clothes
And you bedrock pimpin', meanin' yo games kind of old
You don't want it with me, I'll bother ya
So get lost pal, before I clobber ya
I got golden gloves, I give ya a new look
With stiff left and a sharp right hook
Niggaz know snitches, they ride and they go with them
It's all gravy, as long as they don't tell on them
Me and my team, see we a machine
Fuck with my mans, and I'ma have to intervene
I'ma sparco, and a sancho
[Whoridas member]
What's up, what's up, let's ride
Jump in the passenger side on the 4th of July
Hella saucy and fly, didn't grind that day
I just wanted to play
And smoke with the bitches
Throw phrases at bitches
Get play from the bitches
Man, it was major bitches
At the (? ) fair
Ass was over here, over there
I had to stop and strare
Take a joint from my ear
Tell this bitch to come here
Let's breathe
And we even tricked the cops, though smell of the weed
That's when they grabbed my sleeve
Told me it's time to leave
But what's next, "You're under arrest"
So grabbed the fuckin cop and slapped him on his fuckin bullet-proof vest
In the process lost a shoe, ripped a hole in my Guess
That's what the fuck I get for smokin Mexican stress
[Whoridas member]
I'm at the bar doin big shit
Gettin big lip
My niggaz, dig this
A few cats lookin like they wanna get with
So I give 'em a chance real quick
I'm real swift
It's the Wild Wild West, ask Will Smith
(? ) that blew the brain
For foul-snitchin the game
I know my nigga Dre would do the same
So I ain't trippin on a motherfuckin thang
Sit back shinin like a diamond ring
Niggaz wanna see me hang
So I'm upside down
About to clown
Real gangsta shit lost and found
Kidnapped, blast in the back of the dome
Mash in a Brougham
Flashin on the phone
I'm yelllin niggaz be tellin
Flowin like water from a melon
The seeds we spit, the seeds we sellin
From a westbound felon
Fuckin up your party not carin
From a westbound felon
Fuckin up your party not carin
From a westbound felon
[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
I'm at a concert high and perved and a bad bitch next to me
Blown back off cognac, that bomb green and ecstacy
Bitches is buggin, niggaz is muggin
But bitches is lovin cause niggaz is thuggin
These niggaz start nuttin in the corner by the speaker
My beeper's goin off like crazy
The scene is hazy, no time to be lazy
Got to stay on my toes, all of a sudden these hoes
Come out of nowhere and grab this nigga
They stab this nigga, I'm mad this nigga
Didn't have nothin in his pockets when I ran through em
My plans is ruined, what is it I'm doin?
Link's on the flo' - no, it's not
Stupid motherfucker done dropped his Rolex watch
Put it in my pocket, proceeded to the exit
That's when this bitch I knew from the hood came through in this Lexus
I seen these other niggaz beatin down this one fool
I said, "Here come the police, y'all better run, fool"
Soon as I said that the police drew down on us all
Now I'm at the county jail with just one phone call
Ain't that a bitch, weak-ass night
uh whoah, its MD on 2 or 3 but who's counting when your on thizzle mountain baby, yes it is this thizzel, thizz is, who got them thangs, who's here?
Verse 1'
I need a Ready made hoe that come wit heels
eat tha whole thang
and dont split pills
reals No niggaz wit deals
know bout sit fields
gettin her shit drilled
get pills 6-5 a bulk
one thousand thizzles
fo yo thoat
I need smoke to make things even cant you see how hard (how hard) im heavin,
im too hyphy off tha blue nike,
went to school white tee
oooh she like me,
gucci nike didnt faze her
wasnt that pill ma cuddiebro gave her
its major see we eat em up
poppin ma thizz bitch lemme beat em up
speed it up lets get tha thang bouncin
come wit me to thizzle mountain
Chorus
go go go, lets go to thizzle mountain,
you wanna come, then come to thizzle mountain, '
you wanna ride, ride, ride then ride to thizzle mountain,
I stand on thizzle mountain
we lookin down on thousands
you wanna go go go go go?
then come come come come come
you wanna ride ride ride ride ride?
then come come come come come
Uh, look, look, cut
Cut look over there, look at that beezy (I see her, I see her)
Go beezy that's the pleaser, uh she stupid huh?
Teaser the dick pleaser
What is she doing?
[Verse 1]
She shakin' it up, tryin' to get spotted
Ripped off Hennessy, mixed with Hypnotiq
Man this chick got it, she a thinger
Work that lip like an R&B; singer
Now she all in my beamer, it's two o' clockish
I'm a rap star boy, feelin' 2Pacish
Or rockish, call me Dre Van Halen
Or Thizzy Marley, I stay in inhalen
I rock a party til it turn a.m
It ain't a pary til they let Dre in
I do the wave man, and captain caveman
In some grey Vans, and some Raybands
I'm Mac Dre man, I do it illy
Silly off the pilly, really oh billy
What the deally keep feeling my cup
I'm feeling myself nigga that's wusup
[Chorus 1]
Some more Henny in my cup (that's wusup)
A telly in the cut (nigga that's wusup)
Some pilly and a blunt (that's wusup)
I'm finna act a nut (yeah that's wusup)
T.V.'s, DVD's (a that's wusup)
E's, hella trees (yeah that's wusup)
Knit back cap (uh that's wusup)
Baby crack that back (c'mon that's wusup)
Uh, uh that's wusup
uh ahh that's wusup
uh ahh that's wusup
uh ahh that's wusup
[Chorus 2]
I don't got no time if you don't got no money
I don't got no time if you don't got no money
[Verse 2]
She's got popsicle toes, man she's cold
You know me when I'm in my mode
I can talk fly off a piece of dookie
I can talk Muslim up out his kufe
Act goofy, girl get stuy
Miami this hit, call Chuy
Call the Louies, call my mama
This gon' be the biggest thang since Osama
You punks don't want no drama
I put you on pause stop you like a comma
I'm piranha, in bay waters
Knit back cap, throwback Starter
B-Boy with the square look decoy
Cutthoat, used to be a D-Boy
Three toys, on dub or more
Bring the hook back I'm finna club some more
[Chorus 1]
[Verse 3]
Since the police let me out the Pen
I've been stacking hella yen
Shillings, francs, even pesos
Big bank gettin' sloppy facials
I don't chase hoes, hoes chase me
Gettin' jaw in the Benz, with the AC
Blowing, almost harder than baby
No ones harder then Dre I'm gravy
Saucy, flossy, keep thangs bossy
A lil over ten, is what the rims cost me
A lil more Gin I do the Jim Brosky
Like Filmoe Slim, a pimp, you can't cross me
No shrimp, Dre eat prawns
And do you have any Grey Poupon
I wanna rub it up, flip it up, smack it up
When I bust a nut lick it up that's wusup
[Chorus 1]
That's wusup
Nigga that's wusup
That's wusup
Yeah that's wusup
A that's wusup
Yeah that's wusup
Uh that's wusup
[Mac Dre talking]
Clap, what, clap
Thizzin' in the wash house
I'm in the wash house
I'm in the wash house thizzin'
[Hook]
Clap you beezy you beezy clap!
Clap you beezy you beezy clap!
Clap you beezy you beezy clap!
Clap you beezy you beezy clap!
Now go: [Mac Dre makes noise with his mouth]
[Mac Dre]
Listen up I'm about to get doper
They call me Mr. Furly but I'm more like Mr. Roper
Roper smoker
No so fuck a chauffeur
I use my own bow so I can toke the super soaker
Use the post up on the block with my toaster
Now I eat MC's like frozen food from Stouffers
Most these dudes is jokers
Hopeless no focus (no focus]
Underground like gofers
Gettin' stocked like drawers
Hocus Pocus
Abra-Cadabra (Cadabra)
You can put the whistle on a 7-7 Maverick (7-7 Maverick)
Nigga pack a pistol when he ain't scared to blast it (ain't scared to blast it)
Nigga it's official you can catch me in the traffic (in the traffic)
In the Benz on them rims that spin (that spin)
Checkin' chins, fuck friends, stack ends (stack ends)
It's Mac and I'm back and I'm smackin' (Thizz!)
This be the slap and get yo hands clappin'
[Chorus x2]
Mic check one, two (one, two)
Tell you what I'm gon' do (gon' do)
Grab a juice and pop two (pop two)
Then act a mutha fuckin' fool
I'mma fool
[Mac Dre]
I'm a pimp and a playa
My diamonds gleam (bling, bling)
I'm a Giant, a Raider, boy I'm a King (I'm a King)
Totin' the cater under my wing [under my wing]
I'm dumb and don't care nigga what you mean (what you mean)
Pass the heam
Thizz, weed, so I can get started (so I canget started)
Dre that is me
I can get retarded [I can get retarded]
I can get the party crackin' when it's yawnin' (it's yawnin')
And the bitches won't leave 'til six in the mornin'
If you condonin' that bullshit, stop it (stop it)
'fo I unlock it, cock it, and cop it (cop it)
Nigga watch it
You fuckin' wit the Vay boy (Vay boy)
Mac Dre boy all damn day boy (all damn day boy)
Flam-Bay boy
I'll make it sizzle (I'll make it sizzle)
It the wash house
Gone off a thizzle (Gone off a thizzle)
It's trizzle my nizzle (my nizzle)
Come visit the Country Club (the Country Club)
And see what iiiiiis it? (what iiiiis it?)
What iiiiis it?
Ah, what, ah, what
Mall Macenroe, like what!
Andre Macassi ah, ugh
Street Sampras, what it do?
What that is?
What it do?
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
This ain't no love ballad
Or romance song
This a dance song for you can get yo dance on
It's hard to keep my pants on when I'm giggin'
And when I'm giggin' it look like I'm diggin'
I do the pigeon, bird like a nerd
I'm on Hennessey rappin' every line every word
I dust myself off
Like I stoled thurr
Skinny nigga giggin' wit no shirt
I get chauffer so I can passenger gig
Get the chips and don't trip off her mask and her wig
So that's why I'm askin' her this:
Can you do the thing?
Can you really do the dew and pursue the green?
I ask her who the king
She tell me I'm is [Nothin' but the hook]
It's almost time kid
I'm trynna see some grindin'
Can you dig?
Yeah you fine bitch but can you gig?
[] - 3X: Mac Dre
Baby can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig
Eeew she giggin'
Lady can you gig?
Girl you so crazy when you gig
Eeew he giggin'
She was doin' the twist and pop
While I was trynna get the cork out the Crys then pop all in her hair
The champagne shampoo was flash dance too
Baby want me to dance too but that I can't do
She was giggin' too hard for me
Turned around and my dick stretched the yard you see
I can't play wit you lil' mama
Thizzle got you crazy
Shocked her when I stood up and walked on her lazy
Broke it down touched the ground; rolls wit the 80's shit
Lit that hazy, asked her "What you know about Thizz?"
"What you know about this? Naw Bitch Thizz"
Cuz that's what it is
DJ put us in the mix
Watch us pump up the party
Cuz we didn't come to bothy nobody
It's 300 Bay cats in the lobby
Swing them dreads, movin' heads, getting' stupid
Naw that's the old look they gig to this new shit watch me
[] - 3X
I'm a fan of the running man
Old school Cabbage Patch
Might mix some prep wit a lil' Roger Rabbit
Robo Cop, up-rock, pop lock, boogaloo
I don't know about you but where I'm from you see we act a fool
Lil' mama giggin' wit me tryin' hard to keep up
But I'm bustin' moves that she never even heard of
Feelin' it, Thizz face look permanent
Advance Bird Dance now we call the shit "The Buzzer" bitch
Humpty Dance don't got nothin' on me
Quick to Michael Jackson spin and do the Mahoney
You squares is phony
But your bitch still want me
Cuz I do the George Jefferson oh so coldly
Yeah it's a celebration bitch
So I'm a break it down to the fresh outfit
Lil' mama movin' but you know she can't handle it
I'm in the middle of the floor wit my hands on my dick
Al Boo Boo, shitting pooting farting
Doper than the dope that didn't get me started
Pi Vi Im very important
Im might morphan shake your law enforcement
Fortune, porches count my fortune
Foxy Nauts shirts bought straight from Nordstrom
Like king norton ill punch you lights out
Dre going to rap till they turn the lights out
Since I do it, like timothy blew it
Feds try to take me down like martha stewart
Im knocking jewish, chinese and black bitches
And if they breaded ill even goose fat bitches
I slap bitches, with my left hand
Cause they goin to sleep if I use my best hand
Fuck a best man, I ain't gettin married
Im a pimp till the day my coffins carried
And im berried Cutroat you know me
I dont call the cops, people call them on me
Im on e and all kinds of shit
Drunk at crumps house bustin rhyms and shit
Pill man in the black carpenter
Im in the place, no thizz face
Off a shot of the remmy and a purple kush 8th
No dates or hittin on base
I pull a? and steal home plate
So slick im watchin your bitch
Shes watch my shirt cause its gucci on the stitch
I love to get stuey for a bitch
And out side its revolutions on the benz
So the your mans hating, but they dont stress us
Sweat cause they know we pack techs and blast daily
Thizzlamic, Jesus and Bin laden
Feds watch us so we talk in pig laten
On metros and ho in select stoes
Rock stars but we still keep it ghetto
From the whips, to?
I ain't on thizz to night
I ain't on thizz to night
Im on yo bitch tonight
Im on YO bitch tonight
And shes tryna leave with me
And shes leavin with me
Me and black jesus mobbin with it
Beat the track up like we got a problem with it
She slob and hit it, the dick like a blunt
Ill admit it, the bitch ain't no punk
Thizzle got me hella pumped
Fuckin with a bitch that I ain't fucked in hella months
Somebody better tell the punk, I ain't for it
Say the wrong thing mayne youre paying for it
I can't ignore it, every time im out yall
Like three strike gotta put niggas out
About ya chicks with no cash
Id rather have one with some, and no ass
I ain't on thizz to night
I ain't on thizz to night
Im on yo bitch tonight
Im on YO bitch tonight
Man shes tryna leave with me
Lets go riden (will you ride with me)
lets go riden (will you ride with me)
tonight
lets go riden (will you ride with me)
lets go riden (will you ride with me) and get high tonight
I fresh of the interstate doin figure eights
Oh how these niggas hate
when nigga skate
Im up the block with mark doin knots
As I think about the hash that I just got from josh
Pass it to? say lets get blunted
said uhhh look like eleven five hundred
what do you mean?
thats hash you fool from my whiteboy partna in sabastapol
Now we riden siden
fell kinda lavel yall niggas with the
babble my niggas tryin to have mail(ching ching)
Jackels, kick yo door off the hinges
you know Im relentless
you Im a pimp bitch
M-dizzle respect my sizzle
certified and all official
yeah it nothin
lets do it
full of the fluid
aint nothing to it
thought you knew it baby
hide with me
creep
In the dark of night...
Abusing a portion of light
While others are sleeping
And some are escaping
A serpent spews out fantasy
Unjustified blasphemy
That cannot be condoned
It must be strange to not have lived
So far into existence
This is not a test of power
This is not a game to be lost or won
Let justice be done
There will be zero tolerance
For the creator of hallowed intentions
There will be zero tolerance
Fate is your deciding God
Karma comes crashing down
Leaving a very deep scar
Exposing a door to the
Source of a verbal whore
Machines supply the altar
Where virtuous lives are sacrificed
It must be strange to not have lived
So far into existence
This is not a test of power
This is not a game to be lost or won
[Chorus X2]
I Play Err thang Video Games To Pretty Ho's Mayne,
to Err thang From Fly Fish to Badminton
do Err thang From Surfin' to Skiin'
Stay Shittin' Not Peein' and Some European Err thang Err thang,
[Verse 1]
I'm the Only Nigga You Know That Walked Before He Crawled So Give It To Me You Beezie I Want It All
All Of It You Know Err thang I Need It Before I Start Hittin' That Hairy Thang
This Is A Game And I'm In It
Dick So Good I Charge By The Minute
Is You Lost It Cost To Be Around The Boss
I Play Bitches Better Than Tiger Play Golf
An Allstar Never Drive A Small Car Daven's On Mine Shittin' On Y'all Car
Err body Know Ghadi Roll Da Big Body
And Err body Know I Turn Out Tha Party
Catch Me At Vlade's In Tha Tunnel
Drinkin' Like A Fish Mouth Like A Funnel
On Err thang Thizz, Weed And Drank
And Whateva Else I Wanna Put In My Tank
What Y'all Think I Was Scary Main
Im Dre Ghost (Dre Ghost) I Do Err thang
[Chorus]
I Play Err thang Video Games To Pretty Ho's Mayne,
to Err thang From Fly Fish to Badminton
do Err thang From Surfin' to Skiin'
Stay Shittin' Not Peein' and Some European Err thang Err thang,
[Verse 2]
I Slide Up And It Paid It's Paid For (Err thang) Man You Know It All On Da Ho I Slide Up In Da German Shepard Minked Out Leopard Tattered Down Suit Wit My Gators checkered Im a Ghetto Millionare Hos Pay Me From Everywhere I Send Em To The Track They Bring Me Money Back State To State Tony Is Great Money Is Made Catch Me In Miami Wit Miami Movin' Weight I Came In Da Dome Hater's On Da Floor Pocket Full Of Money My Bitches Ready To Ho Bring That Dough That's All They Wanna Do Why Fuck The Bitch When You'll Pay Her To Fuck You I'll Slide Through I'm Wit A Choosen Few Felling Im Felling Vapors Im Chipped Up Pull Da 6 Up Got Em Lookin' Like Whoa Is It Paid For? It's All On Da Ho
[Chorus]
I Play Err thang Video Games To Pretty Ho's Mayne,
to Err thang From Fly Fish to Badminton
do Err thang From Surfin' to Skiin'
Stay Shittin' Not Peein' and Some European Err thang Err thang,
[Verse 3]
Give Me A OPD With Err thang On It Thats Right Alice You Know How I Want It
Every Lady In My Palace Is Named Alice
Dre Run Things Like JR From Dallas
Or Blake Carrington Or Victor Newman
If Another Nigga Bite Me Again Im Suing
Who In The Hell Didn't Know
I Do Err Thang Err where I Go
Man Your Game Is Lame It's Very Plain
You Need To Quit Rappin I Put That On Err Thang
i need some mary jane and some champille main a smelly thang
joe kelly is my relli main
mac dregos got hoes in barbados
and like sugga wolf i gather up staples
Listen up, I'm about to get dope
It ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote
About a young brotha deep in the game
They call me Mac Dre and I'm keepin the name
I sport Nikey shoes, I got a mic to use
To talk bad about suckers, I don't like the fools
Down and dirty bout spittin' my hits
And if not, I'm gettin' my grits
Playin' the game like it's supposed to be played
Makin' much more than the minimum wage
Not a pimp daddy, don't drive a Caddy
I just mack and get all that babby
Dre, you know I never slow down
Smokin cesstee until I'm really towed down
Walk into the party, fully perked
Grab the microphone and let the mouthpiece work
I got hype and the game starts flowin'
The girls get freaky and it starts showin'
And when the party's over at the end of the night
They say: Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite
Cause I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos
A Mack named Dre and I'm poppin the most
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though
And too hard for the fuckin' radio
"Tell me somethin' good"
I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio
My rhymes are dope cause Mac Dre made 'em
And made you geek every time you play them
On your tape deck, hooked to your Sacco
A little hard, but brotha I'm a mack, though
Nothin' nice, makin' raps that you wanna hear
Gettin cessted, put my hands on the beer
I can't help it, that's what I like to do
Sloppy drunk, rappin' on the mic for you
A young brotha, kinda bone-skinny
I take a girl to the golden penny
Get romantic, just like I planned it
Then cut turf and leave the girl stranded
Is it hard becuz I just beat it?
Not really, that's what the girl needed
That's game, I thought that you knew this
Mack game, and mine is the smoothest
Like lotion I'm in motion
I'm a mack, I was a big ocean
But no matter what the fuck your name is
Nothin' nice is what my game is
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though
And too hard for the fuckin' radio
"Tell me somethin' new"
I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio
Come to the Northside of the V
The C the r the e the s-t
Hit Lennard, what will be seen?
20 young niggaz gettin full of the Hen
This is the Romper Room, and you know who I am
The mack named Dre, so get with the program
Nothin' proper, freaks will clock ya
And if there's funk, then punk we'll mop ya
So beware of the four-door Delta
Get your crew if you think they can help ya
And step up but not too close
Cause the Crestside is poppin the most
And all you girls, don't you feel left out
And to the boys, I've worn that flesh out
And after that we can still be friends though
And if not, we'll be friends with the Indo
Romper Room kickin on Lennard Street
Mac Dre full of the Hennessy
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin further
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin
Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin
Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96
All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother
Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover?
Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart
Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese
But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap
A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
It's just that feelin, that feelin that I have for children
Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us
[Chorus:]
I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho
Smokin that dank to deal with the pain
(My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?)
[Ray Luv:]
June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat
Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap
Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle
Born hustler, goin for the jugular
Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me
Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me
Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from
Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare
While the black babies die without health care
[Chorus:]
I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho
Smokin that dank to deal with the pain
[Mac Dre:]
Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag
When the rollers at my do' with a.44 mag?
Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't home
Got a double homicide warrant on my dome
I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips
Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence
I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin sent for violation
Foes and punk police, them devils still at my do'
I peep a group of ten tryina get information
I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my fate
I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[Chorus:]
I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho
Smokin that dank to deal with the pain
[2Pac:]
Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug
A no-good dealer of drugs
And Blood or Cause, doesn't matter what set you was
Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped
As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets these days
Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay
I'm livin in the dangerzone
And learnin lesson from the game, it's on
Niggas was gone when the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken them balls daily
Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell?
See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head down
Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now
My memory since I was a little seed
Was a penitentiary full of niggas like me
These cops can't terrorize us, they despise us
Niggas, cause we on the rise
Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth
And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut
And the truth is
[Chorus:]
I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho
[Mac Dre]
I be that cold crest creeper, stompin' and rompin'
Puttin' the crest on the map, like NWA did Compton
Got my finger on the trigger, dont make me pull it and bail
Plus I'm ski masked down, all you see is bullets and shells
From that HK, they say Dre is slightly crazy
But aint nothin' but the way them crestside streets raised me
I'm shady, all my game make you trust me
Players love me, haters dodge and duck me
They hidin' while I'm ridin, Crestsidin' through the fog
I'm a double R hog, doin' dirt with my dogs
Crest gorilla makin' scrilla, boy I gets G's
Put more holes in a nigga than they put in Swiss cheese
[Sugawolf]
Now check credential, these niggas be killa status
Pack a tech, tote a tommy, you know I brandish
Some dont understand, niggas I hog about my scrillions
Pill young knuckle heads, stoppin by my building
Built in the game, foundated since '74
Its that Mark Ave nigga... You know
Get your millimeter, these niggas round here be heated
And if you need it, eat it up when I feed it
So giddy up, get game, if you aint knowin' that it'll happen
Thats that real shit... fuck all that rappin'
So go on and ask your folks
'Cause these crest niggas aint no joke
[Jamar]
Pussy aint the prize so you can miss me with that bullshit
Young hog through the hallways, strapped down with them full clips
Catch 'em on surveilance, a murder thats how I read it
So potna if you saw it, play like you aint seen it
I'm the cleanest in this murder shit, cuddie who you with?
Represent that Sawyer all star killa click
Wave both hands and watch me yoked in the stands
This them creepers coward, so could you understand
Faulty information keep on gettin' sold to the FBI
So what you gon' do? big baller dont cry
Everybody in this world cant get by
We love to be high, so pop yo collar, let it go
'Cause this crest creep shit is gettin' sold like blow
[Naked]
Look it, at who just crept up out the bushes
Without warning, swarming in black garments
Performing like an OG, crest vet, oh yes its Naked
But I'm forced to wear clothes, because its cold on the North Pole
This 4-4 got the enemy behind the line
'Cause once they cross it, aww shit, another violent crime
Has been committed in the itty bitty city called Vallejo
All hell breaks loose when you fuck with lou
Me and my people 'cause we deep in this shit
Brought heat to this shit, just in case a hater wanna trip
Off the fact that the country club is in the building
Hit the ceiling with your 3 C's if ya feeling
Where I'm coming from, now who in the fuck you running from
Them cuddie top dogs are on there way and they coming dumb
[Da Unda Dogg]
Hoes they, hoes they love me
'Cause I'm the U-N-D-A-D-O double G
Crestsidin', hittin' switches, let me drop you a line
If you ridin' then you bitches better be on time
You fucking with my pleasures now
In L.A., fuck Da Unda Dogg wont let you down
So let me bust a nut, we creepin', so hurry up get yo ass in this telly
No time for speakin', remove your clothes and lay on your belly
I got that Watts shit, mixed with that Crestside twist
Block shit, bitches love to fuck with this
[Reek Daddy]
Reek Daddy the muthafuckin' instigator
Mr. get this shit started right now, fuck later
From the Crest to the muthafuckin' Midwest, Reckless
15 cuddies on a dead nigga chest
Bitch have you ever rolled with a rider?
Bouncin' in the low hollerin' out Crestsider!
Ripped, dont even trip, its gon' be some more shit
I got the big clip, filled up with hollow tips
Cold Crest creeper and I always keep my cannon on me
Dont forget the dope 'cause I'm a lay you where you standin' homie
Hoe if you know me, you know what I'm about
Act like a snake bit my dick and suck the poison out
[Mac Mall]
Cuddie I go way back, sippin' heem straight like chris mack
In the 'lac, yac up, aliens better back up
Playa like OG bust
See there aint nothing like that ball hog soup, for country club hog nuts
Smash fools like Barlow, serve big game like tip toe
Might catch me mackin' in Chicago
Smokin' on some?
Pimp shit, talkin' smooth, armani man, I'm out to conquer the globe
Might start off in Vegas, hookers bringin' more of those papers
Boss mackin' got me scuffin' my gators
Call me Luke Skywalker, the alien stalker
Cuddie, fuck ya friends, ya folks, even ya potna
Lil' soldier got a chopper plus he gone off one
And OG's think the penitentiary is fun
So he's bread to kill, and aint scared to die
(feat. P.S.D, Little Bruce)
I'm out of this world, not your run of the mill'n
My name is fur I'm the owner of the building
I'm a stoner and I'm chillin with two bitches like Jack
I pimps and I mac drive a Benz and a 'lac
man I've been in the back wit the groupies and the stars
I've been out front with the thugs in the cars
I've been in the yard with the Mexican mafia
And I only run with niggaz that'll kill and die for ya
I'm popular, I'm a rap star
but I live like a rock star running from the cop cars
I drop bars wit slaps that knock hard
And I charge with this dick extra large
I'm sick of these whores higher than Mars
And I treat my bitch like an ATM card
[Chorus: x4]
I'm in the buildin and I'm feelin myself
Man I'm feelin myself
She's in the buildin and she's feelin herself
She's lookin bad man I'm willing to help
Stop it baby your killin yourself
come on I got your back you could chill in my
I'm feelin myself too
Man imagine some of the things we can do
You under me
Me under you
Then we can catch the liquor store before 2: 00
We can hit my nigga and go get some shrooms
And if you still want to kick it then we can go get a room
It won't cost you much
I'm a good guy
Dick-on-discount bitch good bye
What do I look like mr. Frank Fuck for Free
No Dope Hoe you can't fuck with me
get the fuck out
Bitch you still on my dick
You full of shit and I'm feelin myself
[Chorus]
I'm a Westcoast Bad Boy, I represent it
wait that's a bad tune is it rented
hardy har har very funny
You don't hear my tummy, I gets my money
My stomach ain't growlin, I'm stylin and whylin
Drink vodka straight fuck the Long Island
I want my own Island bet you I'm a get it
I switch hit and play with both mits
I pack a 45th Im after your bitch
he ain't doing it right shes after your scritch
And I'm after hers with these macing words nerd
I thawed squares stage shark
Your nothing but a mark in a fuckin Sky Lark
I'm playing my part, I'm Mr. Furley
Put in the rum and I'm talkin to your girly
I dont fuck with it
if it dont bare the stamp
i'm thizzlamic
the genie of the lamp
i can go 15 rounds with the champ
and bother a bitch, like some cramps
put some clamps, on your girl 'for i take her
and then make her, a good money maker
she's got the drepors and thats worse than the vapors
she licked my dick like some zig-zag papers
i'm samuel and denzel in one body
and bumpy face johnson i'll kill somebody
pop pills when i party, white medusas
and no one can goose her like i can goose her
im the genie of the lamp, the golden child
be in the virgin isle, drinkin lowenbrau's
nigga now, i got my own style
you put on my shoes, you wouldnt last a mile
(chorus)
Summertime, wintertime, im on the grind, gettin' mine
(mac dre) I've got the ring, I'm the champ, I'm the genie of the lamp!
my furry kangol is my turban
i smoke it durban
i listen to flashlight, the extended version
love to spend money, im always splurgin
never hurtin' and thats for certain
cherry flavored bourbon? never heard of it
get it when i spit it, every word of it
dont be scurred of it, its all gravy
yeah, you got the right one baby
fo' sho', never maybe, when she get lazy
i just say, BITCH IS YOU CRAZY?
I'm a grown ass motherfuckin' man
and theres a few things you must understand
when i do it, i do it big
that shit you talkin' is water under the bridge
neither here nor there, irrelevant
bitch if you wont pay i'll go celibate
(repeat chorus)
hello, hello my friend
yes my name is muhammad al boo boo
and i'm the genie of the lamp
i'm the make it happen cap'n
put it in my hand, your wish is my command
i got the skill to make your dreams real (you feel?)
(you beezy, you beezy)
yes, walk down the thizzle brick road
Nick nack patty whack give a ho sum donkey
Listen to the bass line don't it sound funky
Who could be in the place to stay
That's right Ho, Mac muthafuckin Dre
One more time back in your ear
Those dope ass raps u luv to hear
Cold as ice, nuthin nice
If I thrus u once, I wanna thrus u twice
That's right and u no the deal
U don't want the baby ho take the pill
Cause I'm bust fables back to back
And when I get tired, I'm a take a nap
And when wake up, I'm a bath sum more
It's the same ruteen until It's time to go
U, U watz in my drawz, until I get the suga wallz
Oh, u didn't no about me
The A the N the D the R the E
Well peep game it goes like this
I hold my mic tight, like my dick when I piss
Cause when it comes to cock
Girl I won't quiet it
Always got the good rights to the muthafuckin gym
Cold and bold, 19 years old
Iwit hate full of game feet tall
I'm 4rm the V town, and the C down
A sucka don't wanna see me clown
Who, Who could it be
Thatz right Mac Dre
Funky fresh, nuthin less
It's me Kease and my joint in zess
Doinin it, like a porno star
In your box, or in your car
Cool, like the sweat 4rm a snowman
Kick back relax, listen here we go man
4rm the land of the dope rhyme
And the song goes on
I really hope I'm not to dirty I rap so strong
With my mouth piece, man watz really goin on
4rm Vallejo, California all the 2 China
Hoes of the world
No I'm a stone cold Mack that give the speech
Nuthin but that dope shit
So damn fly, don' ask me Y
I smoke indo and I smoke Tai
Mac Dre, I thought u new
Down and dirty doin things that only playas can do
The coldest MC on this Earth
Can't hang with these fools 4rm the Crestside turf (Crestside!)
Southside sucka, who thinks he can rhyme
But a crestside playa that's straped with a 9
(A 9) A 9 (A 9) A 9
And it don't stop, (and it don't stop)
I say microphone check 1 2 1 2
It's young Mac Dre, right back at u
4 the luv of dope of the dope
See I'm way more holy then the pope
The young black brotha on the mic yoll
I'm gonna rock this muthafucka all night yoll
U ain't with it, don't hit, until your man enough 2 hit it
Cold as ice, clean as soap
I keep a fresh wrap of zags in my dirty coat
24 hours around clock, 7 days a week I'm a pound a nock
Day in and day out
I spit and shout
A true new game, u no wat I'm talkin about
I spit game, no shame, get back and let me that frame
Listen to the big ass little fits
I put the money 2 the wallet and the pussy 2 the dick
Smack a bitch, slap a pet
Hit the shit until your god damn wet
Man take the bitch, break the bitch
All my cuddies man shake the bitch
Straight out side when I come thru top
Leave a muthaphuckin crowd in the parkin lot
No sum things, do sum things
Put mouth to your money man fuck the change
Play that ho like a game of checkers
Treat her like take your money and break her
Cause a hoe (hoe) ain't no good
Put the hoe down, man I sure wood
It's nike (nike), u got 2 be deaf
Take all the money until there ain't none left
See sum young brotha who get her tongue (get her tongue)
Listen to the bitch, then she'll get u sprung
That ain't the tip, oh nah (oh nah)
U stupid muthaphucka witz wrong with yal
It don't take all that, 2 get that hoe
If u can't get the bitch, than trick that hoe
Cause when u come up, she'll be jockin
On the front door man she'll be knockin
On her way in straight 2 the bed
That's the way it goes, believe me brotha
If been threw it all, it don't mean nuthin
The pussy ain't shit make the hoe pay somethin
It's Mac Dre, yeah wat I say
I spit the GIFT TO GAB, nigga everyday
Pimpin, straight Pimpin, I don't want 2 see u slippin
Listen 2 my tape play it all the time
And when it's over, man press rewind
Cause it's dope shit, u got 2 hear it
And when I'm dun nigga u gonna clear it
After that I'm goin
Bitch, I'm flowin
The romp ho the romp ho the rom the rom the rom romp ho
[Man Taking]
Dumb, Now that's how we gone keep this thang poppin' (poppin')
Dumb, Haters at the door major norton stoppin' (stoppin')
Dumb, Go two pills I'm finna pop 'em
Dumb, Bitch panties wet you know she finna drop 'em
Dumb, This beat, cut it ain't it knockin'
Dumb, Stuid doo doo, might start pop lockin'
Dumb, How I come, oh you you ain't heard
Dumb, Bitch got combed
Dumb, Should of been fed up lookin' like a nerd
Dumb, now she doing time in Louis Berg
Dumb, Ain't no comin' home to the 33rd
Dumb, Talkin' 'bout me, Bitch you got yo nerves
Dumb, Hoe move yo feet
Dumb, Cause Don Juan makebeats
Dumb, Bitch, Cutthoat Committee
Dumb, Way up in Kansas City
[Man Talking]
Boy I be fuckin' em, All the way out that country club crest residents
Fuckin' em, Snappin' like a crocodile ain't no tellin' when
Fuckin' em, You faggots ain't gonenever mock this shit
Fuckin' em, I'm' still in the streets shakin' 'em up like pits
Fuckin' em, I'm rugged raw, nigga I locks my jaw
Fuckin' em, I'mfor thissle big scrissle up in my paw
Fuckin' em, From the East to the West up down all around
Fuckin' em, In hyper space they beggin' me to come down
Fuckin' em, But look at now cutthoat get around
Fuckin' em, Up with 31 styles, dumb wild
Fuckin' em, A savage all about cabbage you ain't know
He be fuckin' em, But me I'm a shake the punk rock hoe
Fuckin' em, I'm shakn' em ain't no jivin' riders here
Fuckin' em, They canivin', nigga on the tear
Fuckin' em, Every where and a L 7 square
Fuckin' em, On 2000 shit, nigga scrilly near
[Man Talking]
That's some bull ass shit, On the mush
That's some bull ass shit, no out look
That's some bull ass shit, When yo home get kiked out th book
That's some bull ass shit, Lookin' in yo hom for yo chips and yo cushion
That's some bull ass shit, And yo hut get whipped
That's some bull ass shit, And yo 30 plus get took
That's some bull ass shit, When you on high risk parole
That's some bull ass shit, You got to do what you told
That's some bull ass shit, Talkin' about some pot in my pee
That's some bull ass shit, Well nigga that shit nadda to me
That's some bull ass shit, Try to do manogany
That's some bull ass shit, I'm still a popin' collar G
That's some bull ass shit, Lil' Mama look thick in them jeans
That's some bull ass shit, Only 16
That's some bull ass shit, If it ain't the Cutthoat Committee
[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams
And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!"
Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid draino
Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they know
I'm cut from the cloth that real men are made of
Bitches get sprayed up with clips of this Bay love
Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo
The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single
Bounce and shake what your mammy gave you
It's the drapers, can you feel it? Nothin can save you
>From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin
Hoes see me in the traffic and say, "Girl, there go that man again"
I'm fabulicious, game nutricious
Break bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes
Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag
And come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad
(Rapper gone bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I'm a old schooler like Grandmaster and the 5 that was Furious
Bitches goin delirious even though it ain't that serious
You're curious? Well, listen to these lyricals
Them suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle
I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me
Got laced like Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi
Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my right hand
And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand
I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d
I see us after the show at the hotel Double Tree
Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get mean
Cause suckers sick of the scene like they Jack and i'm the Green
Giant, defiant, bitches get dealt with quick
Can't be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits
Let's get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes
They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your folks
Mac D with the r connected to the e (me)
Might be at the bar drinkin Hennessy
In between the sheets I'm a freak and a cold piece of work
My puddy over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert
(Rapper gone bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
[ VERSE 3 ]
A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like Too $hort
Smoke punks like Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts
Bendin corners in somethin ninety-new
Lookin real ragoon on my way to see Chuey
Boy, I'm on the air gettin heavy rotation
But I'm still a player with a Chevy on Daytons
I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't stand me
Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, King and Tranny
Chirpin every time I shift gears
In that '95 Impala with them gold-dipped gears
Put some of that 151 in the bag
Come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad
(Rapper gone bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Verse 1)
I'm doper than a Bobby Brown piss test
Bitches blow me till they ain't got no spit left
Do it movin' cause slow niggaz get left
Get left and miss the game like a sick ref
A quick left and a overhand right
A fat .44, some doja and a mic
Are my weapons, of mass destruction
And detectives know not to ask me nothin'
I'm silent, I might speak to garlic
Drink dirty martinis with the Spanish olive
Garlic and cheese on my french bread
Swallow it please when I get head
I'm pimp fed, girls feed me well
Never would they let the world see me fail
They bring me mail, like I'm a mailbox
A pimp with no gators, Air Force and Shell Tops
(Beat Bridge)
(Verse 2)
Back in the day I used to need the knots
Posted at the spot I used to bleed the block
Servin' weed and rocks often even hop
Never leavin' the spot, wouldn't even leave for cot
If I needed some cot I made hutch come through
Go deep when she bend over, hut 1-2
What you wan do with rude boy like me
Quick to come through with crew so hyphy
If she don't like me she must be a lesbo
I get it nightly, man that's my schedule
Dre Bledsoe, I'm the quarterback
Whatever cost the most, I'm a order that
Across the border strapped my essas
Come through with fluff from Peru
I come from a crew
Of cutthoats, bank robbers, and dope dealers
It's business with us nigga get out yo feelin's
Get out yo scrillin's, live like a king
Take the top off the Heem, pop you a thing
I don't buss them in half, it leave a nasty taste
I swallow them hole, and get the Thizz face
It's laced, with nothin' but game
I steal them from niggaz, that be cuffin' they dame
I'm fuckin' his main, while he gettin' his grind on
Get bossed, get costed, get paid than I'm gone
My tone, is loud sometimes
I scream at a bitch, like she a crowd sometimes
Tell her a thousand times, hoe goe make it happen
It consequences, if she don't make it happen
I'm trying to find them bitches, that's dough paper havin'
Only into one thing that's more paper havin'
You no paper havin', niggaz is bootsy
All at the function in that Chinamen Gucci
Tryin' to coochie, you wine and dine chicks
Goin' for it, fallin' for mind tricks
I tryin' to find chicks, that know the requirements
And works towards a pimp's early retirement
[Sample:]
"Hi this is vellejo city police."
(Vellejo Bitch!)
[Chorus:]
Welcome to the 707... Vellejo Cali... Vellejo (Vallejo!)
(Vellejo Bitch!) [x2]
[Jay Tee:]
Now I'm been in n' out of trafic.
Drinkin' off that plastic...
Styrofoam and beyond somethin drastic...
Gin sipper. brake flippa...
Ridin with a bitch she a thick stripper.
She shake it, fully butt naked, and every single dolla that she make!,
I take it. we ride it hott keep the engine revvinn... where I'm from? the 707.
[Mac Dre:]
Wha'tchyu know about this country? (Country!?)
Wha'tchyu know about coming thru, 40's thumpin,
Wha'tchyu know about hatin the {? }, who made up-Oh Boy!
Cunny and nuthing(Slut). - lil' nigga 707,
Who had to tore that album cover before devon! - lil' nigga.
Oh. we do it super, way back since confucion and mic in da...
[Da Unda Dogg:]
I hitch it up to the beat-A
Double L Tee-Jay
Oh nigga you ain't know coolio and free j's
Siezed and rest in peace missed your credit we had you crackin-not that one that had you black and white jackin-twist up the name and game sounds dope, steady vellejo home of the e and the coke, now it's Da Unda Dogg, Fuck a bitch then put it down, represent what's mine and me, represent the V-Town!
[Chorus:]
Welcome to the 707... Vellejo Cali... Vellejo(Vallejo!)
(Vellejo Bitch!) [x2]
[Young Dru:]
I'm from the V where we raise the chron and make G's, gotta get money.
Fuck hoes and blaze trees; we chase cheese.
Blowin swishers in back woods on the track gettin off my good, your wack hood
Can't fuck with the best, so settle for less, you best,
Best to invest in some group with some cess,
From the south to the crest, the road to the west,
[Mac Dre Talking]
Where am I?
I smell fire.
Who got that fire? Fire.
I don't smoke that brown. Al Capone.
I don't like that shit.
I don't like that shit.
I need fire, who got fire?
Real pimp.
Yo nigga.
It's yo nigga.
Roll something up.
Smokin'.
Roll something up.
Lets get to flowin'.
(Go herd).
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I'm at the licker store gettin' more blunts for the skunk.
Hit the block in the chev I got thump in the trunk.
Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.
Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.
They hate to see a playa, employ yourself.
They hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.
When I'm (side?) want a ride, then playa lets go.
I'm 29 with many rimes and love at soul.
I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the words I serve.
Every tape I make baby learns the words.
Young Mac Dre, got to give to get.
Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.
I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll from Nelly.
Need it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.
It's on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.
Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb weed song.
[Chorus]
Fire.
Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.
Fire.
Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.
Fire.
Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.
Fire.
Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.
[Verse 2: Young leech]
Every day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz aint likein' me.
Them pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,
Spinnin' all over my gun like a blacksmith.
Them bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack yeah neck, back to the scene.
Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.
In my everyday smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.
Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.
Me and some squalls, and smile (bling, bling).
I just want to lean.
Why I don't chugalug this 40.
Then jump in block park homie for the block smok-ie.
With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.
Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day.
Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
I need narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.
When I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.
What the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?
We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?
Is you silly? Never throw the dubbe away.
Lace no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.
Trying to cope with this stress, so I blow big.
How can the bulletproof vest protect my wig?
See them cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.
The public got it twisted and we blame the news.
Got game for fools,
'Cause I hang with fools,
That got game to use,
And maintain the roles.
Keep it real dog, but represent what's rite.
Be a real hog when you bless the mic.
Smoke big live long, and get yo pringles.
Young Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.
[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre talking]
Killea.
Rapper gone bad.
Smoking them big gads.
Keep it bouncing.
I told 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.
Feel it bitch. Yeah.
Mac Dre boy.
[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.
Playa playa!
And that broke you. Yeah.
My nigga Snipes off in the building.
Out that fillin'.
That new millennium shit.
Tone Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.
They can't fuck with this.
They can't fuck with this.
They can't fuck with this. Uh.
I'm back boy.
Clear the lane I'm going to the hole.
[Verse 1]
When we pull up to the light, the people all stare
four niggas in the Benz with the dreadlock hair
Smoke everywhere, wavin at Madeline
on them woodgrain Davins with the license plate rattlin
Doin what we want to, hangin out the sunroof
mental reignorant, boy we go dumb dude
Gas break dip, we call it yokin
do a donut in yo whip, we call it dosin
Get stupid, is what we do good
ghost ride the whip while we dancin on the hood
I'm amped feelin good, potna i'm hyphy
in a bitch face with a thizz face off a Nike
The women like me, im dipped in butta
I'll rob your brotha pimp the blood out your motha
I'm mister stupid doo doo dumb
Sumthin Terrible, tell em how we come
[Chorus]
We go S - T - U - P - I - D
When we go to the club we dont need ID
Everywhere we go its a party yall
We gon get it crackin like the Mardi Gras
Get stupid [4x]
Go stupid [3x]
Come and go stupid with me
[Verse 2]
I'm a dog, hound, Crestside clown
gig so hard make my pants fall down
This beat pounds, cutty where'd you get it?
oh you ain't know, Dr. Dre did it
I come wit it, rappin and rhymin
dancin, pantomimin, actin like im drivin
then switch it up, dance like im fishin
see in the bay area we dance a lil different
The bay bounce to thizzle, the west coast wizzle
do the get stupid, come fuck with Drizzle
call the hospital, he's having convulsions
no he's gettin stupid, in his load yokin
Is the store still open?
we need Heem, that Privelege thing... yadadamean?
All in the throw like yee
S - T - U - P - I - D
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Allright, let me tell you why we call this thing stupid
cause when i dance the chicks say "you stupid"
You can do it, it ain't that hard
baby get dumb, act like a retard
Shake ya hair, make it blow in the air
you gotta get into it, growl like a bear
Now say whaaa! "what?" no whaaa!
do the damn thing girl cut that shit up
Fill ya cup, dont be no punk
it don't look right if you really ain't drunk
Come on, repeat after me we go S - T - U - P - I - D.
Listen up, I'm about to get dope
It ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote
About a young brotha deep in the game
They call me Mac Dre and I'm keepin the name
I sport Nikey shoes, I got a mic to use
To talk bad about suckers, I don't like the fools
Down and dirty bout spittin' my hits
And if not, I'm gettin' my grits
Playin' the game like it's supposed to be played
Makin' much more than the minimum wage
Not a pimp daddy, don't drive a Caddy
I just mack and get all that babby
Dre, you know I never slow down
Smokin cesstee until I'm really towed down
Walk into the party, fully perked
Grab the microphone and let the mouthpiece work
I got hype and the game starts flowin'
The girls get freaky and it starts showin'
And when the party's over at the end of the night
They say: Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite
Cause I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos
A Mack named Dre and I'm poppin the most
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though
And too hard for the fuckin' radio
"Tell me somethin' good"
I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio
My rhymes are dope cause Mac Dre made 'em
And made you geek every time you play them
On your tape deck, hooked to your Sacco
A little hard, but brotha I'm a mack, though
Nothin' nice, makin' raps that you wanna hear
Gettin cessted, put my hands on the beer
I can't help it, that's what I like to do
Sloppy drunk, rappin' on the mic for you
A young brotha, kinda bone-skinny
I take a girl to the golden penny
Get romantic, just like I planned it
Then cut turf and leave the girl stranded
Is it hard becuz I just beat it?
Not really, that's what the girl needed
That's game, I thought that you knew this
Mack game, and mine is the smoothest
Like lotion I'm in motion
I'm a mack, I was a big ocean
But no matter what the fuck your name is
Nothin' nice is what my game is
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though
And too hard for the fuckin' radio
"Tell me somethin' new"
I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio
Come to the Northside of the V
The C the r the e the s-t
Hit Lennard, what will be seen?
20 young niggaz gettin full of the Hen
This is the Romper Room, and you know who I am
The mack named Dre, so get with the program
Nothin' proper, freaks will clock ya
And if there's funk, then punk we'll mop ya
So beware of the four-door Delta
Get your crew if you think they can help ya
And step up but not too close
Cause the Crestside is poppin the most
And all you girls, don't you feel left out
And to the boys, I've worn that flesh out
And after that we can still be friends though
And if not, we'll be friends with the Indo
Romper Room kickin on Lennard Street
Mac Dre full of the Hennessy
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though
It's just a stupid little love song
It's just a stupid little--
It's just a stupid little love song
Here we go
Put em' up
Put em' up, put em' up
Your grandad fought in world war two
Your cousin landed on the moon
Your mother is a diplomat, the senator of Connecticut
Your sister's got 4.O
Your father's got his own talk show
Your bother aced the science test, he found the cure for morning breath
I came here by taxi
You came by limousine
And all I have to offer you is this
It's just a stupid little love song
(3 chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
(hip hop and rock n' roll)
So sit right down and I'll sing this song to you
Put em' up
Put em' up, put em' up
You're captain of the football team
A cheerleader's recurring dream
You're on the road to Harvard Law
I'm on the bus to Arkansas
I stand in your doorway
Your world looks so enchanting
And all I have to offer you is this
It's just a stupid little love song
(3 chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
(hip hop and rock n' roll)
So sit right down and I'll sing this song to you
Put em' up
Put em' up, put em' up
And the moon comes in the window like a spotlight
(listen up cause this is real)
I Sit you down and I being to gently rock the mic
('cause I'm trying to tell you what I feel)
And we're truly approaching a moment
And then you lean over, and saaaay, what's my name?, what's my name?, what's my name?
ooooohhhhhhhhh, go on
Here we go
(Hi is Brett home?)
(Well will you tell him I came by?)
I stand in your driveway
Your world looks so far away
And all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
(3 chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
(hip hop and rock and roll)
So sit right down I'll sing this song to you
Put em' up, put em' up
Just a stupid little love song
Un-fuckin-believable
Mac stabbas
Smile in your face
Stab you in the back
Mac stabbas
It's time to pull the sheets off these niggas main
You heard?
I done heard you tape Mac
That shit is wack
Why the fuck you sellin' that?
You need to go back to sellin' crack
Take it from a nigga that been from hell and back
Oh yeah, I forgot
You ain't sold a god damn crumb
You's a studio gangsta chump
Where the fuck you from?
No love for the niggas that done laced your muthafukin' boots
Niggas that slave went to the grave for ya
Niggas that ain't scared to shoot
Giligan ass nigga I remeber I was makin' your promos
Now you want to diss your real folks and chop it up with these homos
Like that nigga Khayree you let that sissy cross game
Sock me up usin' your name
Guess it's just a hoe thang
Y'all niggas killin' me
With all that gay shit
All y'all niggas came up
Fuck that Mac Dre shit
Mark Mall you need to be fucked up the booty hole
Knowin' the first time you touched the mic it was in my studio
You niggas must have forgot before I was bustin' raps and rhymes
I was on the track with a sack sippin yack strapped with a gat and a nine
I've been to your house
I've seen your chrome
But you ain't gone bust a grape in Napa valley with golf shoes on
A bitch made nigga gets no love from a real G
Cutties from the 3 C's I know you feel me
I should have known when I came home somethin was wrong
Yo own crew tried to have your dome
And just left that shit alone
Now you wanna fuck with a cut throat nigga that been doin dirt
Since creased 5-0-1's, Chuck Taylors and them Izod shirts
Them 5-trey-5 niggas don't like you
Don't believe it how come Yo Jaguar slide through
You'll be lucky to leave the ghetto with just a leakin lip
You feelin focus I'm feelin hogish boy we can slip
In granny back yard
Then when you act hard
I'm a treat you like a Mac Bitch
Young Mac Mark
Young Black Brothas Records is a goddamn flop
Khayree needed to stop
Way back when his ass got dropped
From that major label
That nigga had a major stable
But he shot himself in the head boy
Blow was fatal
God don't like that man
Boy ask yo mamma
Now everywhere you travel you best to have bussalami
Mac Mall gets no love ask my nigga Dubee
He shook us for videos and pretty hoes and went him out his movie
That nigga left me for dead when I was doin' time in jail
Couldn't shoot a nigga nathan when he was havin' major mail
He's a back stabba
Should I say a Mac stabba
Heres some Mac magic nigga - abra cadabra
I just turned your ass into an official bitch
Fuck you and your cousin Gilla- dirty snitch
That fool got real niggas never comin' home
And that's the type of shit niggas like you condone
I used to have love for ya
I used to bust with ya
But now that you've crossed game nigga
[ VERSE 1 ]
I been tryin to flip the script and take this rap thing to the next page
But the federalies got me travellin on Con Air like I'm Nicholas Cage
Did 4 years, 4 months in the feds, but couldn't get no peace
Released from the belly of the beast, but the 'ralies put a nigga on a leash
The rules and regulations they inflicted, had me restricted, paroled
Kept me from blowin bomb, knowin and I'm hooked and addicted for sho'
Now how am I to be an MC when I can't get my travel on?
Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon
The only way out is to max out and give these fools back they lease
Fuck parole, probation, piss test and supervised release
I'ma bring a calendar, bounce, blow up like Chernobyl
Kirk out and get mobile and do this thing global
Worldwide rompin, stompin in other nations
Blowin bomb with Jamaicans, and sippin Dom with them Haitians
Kickin major flows, have Asian hoes, play the romp, maxin for 'ternity
Kick gravel, travel, see what they know about me in?
[ CHORUS: Dubee ]
We be global
Touch land and that sand over the seas
Blew off of coco leaves, releasin verbal telekinese
For sheez, clickulate with players
Under the stairs, to the Himalayas
Kinda thick, layer for layer(2x)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Sometimes I sit and reminisce about life in '87
When I was doin my thug game, brain ten miles higher than heaven
One-track minded, blinded by the game and quick change
Not knowin across the way-way niggas were doin big thangs
And it's a shame, cause before I hit the f-e-d's
I didn't know about them niggas in Cuba and them sisters in Belize
Now I'm curious - is Belizan pussy the bomb?
When they blow, do they hum, and how quick do they come?
Boy, it's time to hit the friendly skies and fly like a seagull
Post up in spots where the pot's good and legal
Eat tacos in Mexico with cats named Flaco
And catch a red-eyed flight the same night to Morocco
Top-nacho, chasin superbad scrilla villains
Then bounce to the Phillipines and get mo' head than guillotines
Boy, life ain't nothin but fat checks and head sex
So I'ma get mobile, stay global like FedEx
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
I was a cell dweller, eatin Top Ramen and sardines
Now it's Taiwanese Japanese cuisine
Barefooted, fitted, sippin on sake
Blow on big hashis while I feast on teriaki
International is how I'm smashin, hoe
A cutthroat nigga that will blast and roll
I took a trip to Queens to see Jazz and Preme
They had a nigga blowin brown, said it wasn't no green
But that ain't no thang, cause in Tacoma
I blew bomb till I was in a coma
And in Seattle my partner Chilly Chill
Got that purple leaf dank that really real
I'm global, boy, I be travellin
Gettin further in the air like a javelin
Chirpitch, kirkitch, finna bounce to San Coy
Mac Dre, global, holler at your boy
I'm dipped when they see me
They don't wanna see me
These niggaz wanna be me
These niggaz wanna be me
[x2]
I smoke back wood blunts cause they the most expensive
Me no work don't touch no nuts and wrenches
You always see me shopping like it's Christmas
I'm always tree shopping like it's Christmas
Miami my witness
I'm flammy relentless
Yes I pimp bitch and no I didn't rent this
I'm showing no interest in them girls that's broke
You need bank and dank for Furl to smoke
Jumbo prawns and Australian lobster
I want everything life has to offer
Coppers jealous cause me an my fellas
Eat Fellets no more hot dogs and relish
Two sets of grills, Two sets of wheels
Whatever I feel I do sex and pills
Coogi in the winter with the matching beanie
Eating linguine
I'm dipped when they see me
I'm dipped when they see me
They don't wanna see me
These niggaz wanna be me
These niggaz wanna be me
[x2]
It's my turn to live like the ozborns
Keep rolling baby let's smoke til our eyes burn
I'm not concerned with your petty affairs
You been driving in that same old Chevy for years
Out with old in with the new
This ain't 2k2 nigga what you gone do
It's 2k3 and it's almost over lemme see
July, August, September, October... yup
Boy you better hurry up flip you a model
And some of that new car smell that come in a bottle
When I come threw it's like watching TV
I'm a living video
I'm dipped when they see me
I'm dipped when they see me
They don't wanna see me
These niggaz wanna be me
These niggaz wanna be me
Cherry to Peach, peach to the plum
Rite bout now I'm about to get dumb
I'm a young black brotha 4rm the V town city
Records for my uzi, hot dogs and smity
My homeboy's Sease on a Cold Crest Cut
To all u bitches I like to say Wats Up
Freak females, with that whale tale
If u wanna real man, baby come to Vallejo
3 feet down is were I kick at
Yes baby doll, u no I spit that
Game to your brain, Mac Dre's is tha name
I you feinin for my rhymes like dope from Cane
Oh yea, I'm quite a dictive, it's madatary 4 me to spit this
Mac Dre that big ol playa
So much game I need to run 4 Mayor, or even President
Just livin large, Ooo they wood hate 2 see a brotha in Charge
Drivin round town with the system Jammin
They woodn't understand to hear the president slammin
With the dead presidents or I'm stackin yah
I gotta make me another flip a maximum
Celluar phones, hot bedroom homes, and a 14th carco Microphone
I like to send a romp shot to my homeboy D
Put the R to the O to the M to the P
Just a little somethin to make u bug
Get romped out and put a hole in the rug
Wheather in a car or at a party
Don't be scared to dance like marty
Put a double romp boggie in your behind
Pay close attention while I spit this rhyme
I don't drive a caddy, cause I'm not betty
I like to drive round town in a tite ass chevy
With 2inch white walls, yea that's rite ya'll
Call me on my beeper, leave a code I mite call
And if not I'll see you in the traffic
On my way to make my money and stack it
It's the same everyday, everday is the same
I'm just a young playa with so much game, Mac Dre
And don't u 4 get, Fonky Fonky Fonky Fonky
Dope rhymes wat u get 4rm Mac D.R.E.
Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E.
Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E.
The Mac, it's wat my name, nigga talk down cause I'm so dam famous
But I ain't trippin, I keep on Mackin, keep on pimpin, I keep on stackin
Them green dollars that u no I no I do
Makin these fonky ass songs for you
I went to Claim Bay, for a little of practice
Now that I'm back UH! I'm at this
Police still jack, I just laugh
They say wheres the dope, I say u want a autograph
I use a ink pen to sell my drug
I'm gonna keep on writin 4 the bitches and thugs
With a white, black, or u can slap um
Give me a drug beat, and we'll be partyin
I'm just like that, I ain't trippin
And if the bitch is fine, then I'm spitin
Cause in the party I'm a horny muthaphucka
Gurls in tite jeans don't press your luck bout
Step to like a pimp, then shot u to the telly then do yah
Yea u no the Mac is real retarded
Bout is fonk as a fat man farted
I don't slow down, I just speed up
A yo Mac Dre fire the weed up
Cause I really flow, when my eyes get low
Or I'm really really jucied at a Mac Dre song
Wat ever the equation my eyes are red
Fat 40 in the hand, and beleive I said that
Been an alcohlic since the age of 13
Believe my brotha I'm a dope fein
I need Ol E, that's my pipe
My mouth is a flame, I heat up the mic
And in a battle, I'm sure as corshin
And if your really talkin shit then I'l str8 up tourch ya
He flows down, hah, I'm 4rm the V town
I'm bout to heat up, turn the beat up
Now I'm short ya'll and I like to thank ya'll
4 comin out, so fire up the dank ya'll
And blow the smoke out at the same time
So I can get a tic, while I'm spitin my rhyme
I'm out of hear, bout I'll be back
Listen to this fonky ass dope track
Bout the Mac and don't u forget it
Fonky Fonky Fonky dope rhymes that u get 4rm the M.A.C.
The M.A.C. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E.
I'm the M.A.C. I'm the M.A.C.
Intro
Mic check 1, 2 uhhh
Ima thro it back
Ima thro it way
Like wammy when he was havin them rimmy attacks, wit yo mutha
Here we go
Verse 1
Now this is how ima break it down Scott made da beat
I like tha sound
Now I'm at the plate, he's on da mound
I hit him out da park never on the ground
Verbally gifted
Herbally twisted
Simplistic, but futuristic
No lipstick
No mascara
I want a bitch that blow like Irene Kara
I bring terror, scare and fright
And don't go light if dare they might
On da mike
Pretty Tony
If I was dey age dey be my homies
Rigatoni
Shrimp Alfredo
I say Tomahto not Tomato
Ima musician, Lookin fo groupies
And if ya listen I do it groovy
It really moves me when I here a funky beat
I come wit heat that make me get up out dey seat
I make em freak, I make cheat
I can make dem buy it and bring the receipt
Tweet-a-leet, whistle to da rythem
I wanna see ya do the Thizzle to da rythem
Bounce, Drop, make it pop
Nah one drop can make it stop
Now bring it back yell like that
I'm kinda cheat it don't feel like dat
Chorus x1
Ima Pimp throw it back do it baby Retro
Big booty shake it mommy ghetto
Fa you I'd walk to Modesto
You look special shake mommy lets go
Throw it back
Do it baby Retro
Big booty shake it mommy ghetto
Fa you I'd walk to Modesto
You look special shake it mommy lets go
Verse 2
Christopher Columbus, Marko Polo
Solano County, Sac and Yolo
All afternoon I got warrants
I drive wit no license or insurance
My boy in Florence, Colorado
He a legend like Danny Maldonado
El Dorado drop biarritz.
School boy glasses and Fila fits
BMW's Mercades Benz Stunna glasses without the lense
Spinnin rims tremendous Knocks
I almost forgot I got a send a shot
To that Punk Rock Bitch who made me cummy
In Ten seconds flat man she dumb
Man she dumb doin it live
Doin' 'bout a buck o' two on the 5
Toons brotha Melly Mel
Hit Thunda Valley
Can't you tell
Millions, Skrillions lots of cars
R&B; singers, Movie stars
Rave music MDMA Hyphy C -R- U- N- K
Yeah man, young Mac Dre
I pops it boy, I pops it big
[Verse 1:]
It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push
On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss
I've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels
Not never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills
And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many
Drink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi
M-A-C-D-R-E, that's me
Like 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee
To all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama
Rodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama
I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas
Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma
Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts
Don't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch
But they respect it if not they get rejected
I'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected
[Chorus x2]
[? ], uno, dos, cuatro
I'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato
Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal
Warm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable
[Verse 2:]
I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers
Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders
Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies
And when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me
Baby do me is all them hutches holler
I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada
More game than keno, down to trips to reno
Sippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino
C-note stacka' pack a P-89
Love group sex take 'em three at a time
And boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey
Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray
Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare
You know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player
Resurrected double R elected
Haters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real
About my scrill got to pay my bills
Boy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid
Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy
Busting out like tities in a bra that's too small
Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall
Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay
I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)
Been rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis
Rompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis
I'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny
Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny
Raping pockets I get mine however it come
Boy I get dumb about my income
Mac furly up early sippin' X-O
Nothing correctable; nigga you know
F/ Messy Marv
Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes
Cuz half these rap niggas is fake
Cousin we bang hard even behind bars
With c.o's and guards, my niggas run the yard
They knocking' Messy Marv, cuz the dope so clean
415, B.G.F, crips, and 14
I'm a top hat rap cat you niggas locals
And couldn't recognize the game with bi-locals
I'm big shit and operation by a coastle
And the mob woke up when we suppose to
Keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke
Keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke
Aint no jobs niggas so we forced to sale dope
And roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke
I hit yo house party jeweled and bandana
I'm from the Cartel the real Tony's Montana's
We put drums and bananas on iz real
Hood nut niggas spencing on e pills
I could see the niggas head bitch had him
So I let the 50 cal get with him
I keep it real I don't rap about fake shit
It's California man we draw down and take shit
I don't rap about fake shit this California man we draw down and take shit
Hoop out the coo-nut, change over to the range rover
Mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower
I aint sober I'm ripped and tilted
Half of it the remi but nigga I killed it
Damn near spilt it on my encey cloths
It's the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes
20 inch doe, wood grain, leather, strapped riding
With a eagle in the desert
It's the Mac almighty, Andre Hicks
And aint a punk rock bitch that I can't get
And nigga I can't trip on making nothing but my scrill
And that iz real, like a iz pill
And I will kill, put one to yo liver
I'm a pimp nigga taking everything you give up
Flossing while you suckas is starving
I'm eating crab and crust-striations
(Mac Dre)
It's that California Livin', Young Black Brotha
Boatin' that '73 Chevrolet burnin' rubberrrr
Like my nigga, Rich the Fact
Nigga it's the Mac in the back of the ‘Lac
Soakin' tact, big indo many clouds of smoke
Make old school dance when I dip and yoke
It's like M-A-C D-R-E
Way up in KC with the boy Arby
Yeah biatch, it's presidential
On the under chronic comin' through in a rental
I'm undetected, I come protected
Two 4-4 pistols, a mask and vest biatch
Down and dirty, the cuddies call me Curty
From Mark and Leonard to Howard Hurty?
From Missouri don't worry we keep it ragooey
MD and Luni, from Sac to the Boonies
(Chorus)
We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'
Pimpin' what does it mean?
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)
(Luni)
They call me Coleone thug real McCoy
I'm a rider bout mine cuz trust ya boy
Get shit crackin' like eggs in a pan on fry
This do or die lifestyle got my brain on high
I hit the city streets mean mug, chip on my shoulder
Young punks they mug back but ain't no balls in these soldiers
I'm in the Mid-West, KC, N-O-K-C
Every show, every in-store the hoe framed me
Coleone (got game?) Hell yeah by the pound
Niggas hate (On my name)
Cuz they hoes crack smiles (What a shame)
Pimp nigga how ya do that there
Talk a bitch up out her check book and the weave in her hair
I bust rap cats in lips on a square ass nigga
Getting grub in an old school with a dent in the fender
Me and Mac Dre bitch stayin' on our toes
What, what, what, what they call me Coleone!
We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'
Pimpin' what does it mean?
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)
(Mac Dre)
We global, travel the bubble duckin trouble
Don't make us get the bury body shovel
We vicious, dumpin' bodies in ditches
And runnin pimp game on these punk ass bitches
(Luni Coleone)
Yeah, I'm the mack of the year like placa bitch
My guys they drive by with the best of the clip
Coleone, young creeper flippin shit like chitlins
Ragglin, scragglin, and cappin' I'ma handle my business
(Mac Dre)
We dog niggas, straight hog niggas
Well connected and when we call niggas
It goes down, down, bodies bein' found
Gangsta mack shit that's how we clown
(Luni Coleone)
And we down, like 4 flex on a fucked up hoopty
Big bread and get big head from a fine ass hoochie
They call me, nah fuck it can't waste my time
Nuts hangin like cellulite on yo' grandma's thighs
We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'
Pimpin' what does it mean?
-=- Lil Bruce -=-
They say pimpin' aint easy
And nigga, they aint neva lie
We ride back to back thru the track faul on suicide
Watch me glide on twenties
Get money
Smokin' backwoods on pills
Breakin' bitches that will
Cause its pimpin'
Only special women
Livin' up and down the blocks slangin' rocks slangin' cock
Pimp til I die
Im so fly
Thats where I am and thats where Im not
Im Lil Bruce baby, I come from the V
The home of iternaroles but MD
-=- PSD -=-
You think I can about schan or snatch
And Im runnin' scams to get my hands on scratch
Understand that
Woman romance without financeamie
Stands no chance with my man of my pedigree
Call my hoggish if you would
Shoulda been a part of Sick Wid It Records
Wit a pig on my necklace
What ya dig my possesions is the gaz my gift
Why should it matter if its turf shit werent for shit
Nigga we hurt shit
That is rebirth wit it
Thats what it the gaz shit
Man we curse wit it
As for us we did it
So nigga name it I done it
And love to hit it while she on her stomach
Money and hundreds
-=- Chorus -=-
Im from the V-A double L E-J-O
Where sellin' narcotics is all I know
Im from the valley with sally silly dank biiitch
What it is what it is what it is
-=- B-Legit -=-
A boss up
Never fuck its red lights with a toss up
A tangle where we crossed up
Its big shit
V town affiliates
Just watch us rip shit
The ganster or the pimp shit
No simp shit
Bitch I must I mean
Out the ricks
Wit kicks
And gun machines
You know the green
The thing we was dieing to get
Its a reason why my niggas came so damn sick
When I represent
Bitch I put it on dubbs
Park it by the club and let the rat heads rub
Im out to get the cheddar
If she fight
Nigga let her
It dont matter
I stay fatter
-=- Mac Dre -=-
It dont matter
As long as my pockets get fatter
I dont give a fuck if savilians got scatter
Im the last batter
Better hit a homerun
When I stick my dick in I watch how fast she cum
Up the block sideways when I shift I turnt quick
And after that first dick
Im all in your purse bitch
Mac Drizae
Off the hizzae
Goin' off hennihizae
And a half of thizel (thizel)
Romper Roomin'
No cartoonin'
Makin' it scrill
Keepin' it real
Bitch the mill
-=- Chorus -=-
(feat. Mac Mall, Miami)
[Miami Talking]
Real big up in this bitch
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Gorilla Milk In It
and I'm talking to you niggas who's happy
as a fagot in a tree full of dicks
its one love, to nobody what's really going on
one love to nobody, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
We at the party, Egghhh lets kill em off
tray em off make a bitch cough
[Mac Dre]
It started on a bright mourning in 1997
I was in my ss-cevy y'all, I-80 doing one eleven
barking on my faulty phone, fresh new fit Marease Malone
burning tongue feeling hella numb, stupid doo doo dumb off 151
honking at every hoe that pass me, I'm hella nasty boy I need chasy
I'm the type of brotha that will fuck yo motha
with a magnum rubba and leave it on the cova, and wont love her
all naw, all a nigga want is long jaw
eagle down where I'm from, how we come
Stupid doo doo dumb
[chorus 1: Mac Mall]
When yo chasie getting nasty playing with her pearl tongue
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
Four fingers in a pussy cutie gone use yo thumb
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
When you hit it from the back and you smell sometin' sometin'
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
Or when she's slurping on my dick and she starts to hum
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
[Mac Dre]
This is a brief description for those who don't know Dre
I'll go bad on bitches like that nigga OJ
dig down broads and get blew at the telly
and don't see nothing wrong, like that fool R Kelly
I serve cock like Julie aint sell jocks
ass hole naked getting blew in my socks
I'm the type of nigga that do thangs to big thangs
a super freak like that man Rick James
Edina Howard cant freak like me
cuz when I was in the pin I used to beat my meat
But now I'm on the streets hitting hella skins
fuck a bitch so good she got to tell her friends
tarring shit up making noise and with 3romp and hood rat posing
From city to city, town to town Stupid Doo Doo Dumb is how we get down
Mac Mall (chorus two)
When you in yo own hood and they ask you where you from
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
dick longer then my feddi off 151
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
another hit of this shit and you gone bust yo lungs
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
When the babi hella flabby cant make a playa cum
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
[Mac Dre]
I'm hotter then fish grease, slicker than thick grease
a chump on the strap when serving the six-peace
slick with this shit like spit on a gold tooth
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb when I finish the cold both
crest sida, hoo rida, servin on suckas who try to
front with fake raps, man I break backs
and I make snaps when I shake craps
straight caps and lots of bay game cuz
its a bay thang with young Mac Dre, I say thangs
that make yo brain trip, frame from lame shit that some cant hang with
that game I play and slang on dope tracks
i lace the lame and tame with hoe slaps
I'm so fat, when I'm on the micro-phone
stupid dumb making' em leave the micro-phone
[chorus 3: Mac Mall]
when you off dog food and yo nose start to run
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
fuck a sista so good that her mami got sprung
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
had her when I met her no teeth no tongue
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
Crest Sidas in the house punk bitch we on one
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, Stupid Doo Doo Dumb
[Verse 1:]
Man Im Threw Fuckin Around
You Niggas Keep On U Gon Be Duckin Sum Rounds,
I Rush The Mound, Bitch Hit Me Wit A Pitch He A, He A Snitch N He Walk Wit A Switch.
He In A Band That Sing For The Cops,
Him And His Mans They Cleanin Up Shop,
Undercover, Conture Promoter, Rick Shroter Tryin To Turn Sombody Over,
Put That Et Finger Up, Eat Stulee, Don't Tattle Tale The Number One Rulee
You The Jumpers The Boys The People
Slipped In The Game Sellin Toys To People I Avoid People Don't Ask Me Shit, The Only Law I Break Is The Public Grip
My Mouth Zipped I Plead The Fifth And Niggaz Like You Get Pushed Off A Cliff.
[Chrous:]
Don't Ask Me Shit
I Tell Man
I Dont Tell
U Can Send Me To Jail Man
Send Me To Jail
[x4]
[Verse 2:]
Im On To U Boy,
U Used To Be The Man
Til I Crossed U N The Court Room Sittin On The Stand, Got To Waivin Ya Hand N Pointin Ya Finger
All N The Mike Like Sum Kind Of Rap Singa
I Seen U, U Told, N Now U Got To Live Wit Big Ol Bitch U Prolli Said Bigs Did It
Fuck You, Fuck Wut U Gettin To, Fuck Wut U Goin Threw, N Fuck Wit U Went Threw
Consider This A Warning To U Case Out Rapping, The Streets Get Ugly When The Drop Out Happen,
You Rap Niggas Out Here Starvin For Fame, And Ya'll Niggas Act Like Its All N A Game,
Cuz Niggas N The Streets Wanna Blast This Bitch, N When It Happen Dun Ask Me Shit
[Chrous x4]
[Verse 3:]
U Can Line Em Up N Put 12 N A Box N Find Out Ya Boy Workin Wit The Cops,
Doing Flipflops, The Roller, Rolling Over,
For The Tootsie Roller, Scanned To Do It Flower
Its October We Can't Be Gon Til November
So We Givin Up The Game Everre Damn Winter
And Everrethang He Remember He Telling
He Get Out Of Jail Free
He Aint No Bailin
He's Not Felon, He's No Mr Needy
He Got A Target Melon And An Et Finger
Nigga U The Cleaners, Tryin To Watch Me
Quick Peepin At Muh Beemer
Tryin To Watch Me
-=- Chorus -=-
(2x)
-=- Warren G -=-
Fast Money
Might be yo last money
Quick to blast, for the cash money
Squabbin' over past money
Lookin' for spots to stash money
Fast Money
Might be yo last money
-=- Dutches -=-
Everytime I meet a niggarow
They ass wanna hit it
And you tell them HELL NO!
They ass goin' talkin' shit
I never gave a flyin' fuck about how this niggas feelin'
Just because I let them eat the pussy they think we did it
Slow down honey love I think you better pump yo brakes
If you had the feelin' we was makin' love that shit waz fake
My pussys tight
Thats why you niggas want to get up in it
Just come talk to me to cross the feast nigga wont you spend it
Never trust these fools hollarin' they single
Bitches aint dont be stupid
They know they liein'
You know these niggas mingle
Yo bitches got bad fuckin' niggas on the first night
Then hollarin' that shit about how a man dont treat them right
Bitches be talkin' about fuckin' niggas
Im buckin' niggas
To get closer to me is some lucky niggas with (?)
Niggas better break me off a lil somethin'
Playas better have they money pumpin'
Before we do some grindin' and bumpin'
-=- Chorus -=-
(2x)
-=- Mac Dre -=-
Im hungry for the cabbage
The Swabbage
Need a bank
I done sold everything from weed to crank
Now I need to think
How many of my niggas got kilt?
Blood spilt
Done dilt
Cap pilt
For that bad scrill
Im past will
Pin a picture a criminal conduct
Cause nigga when Im stuck
My (?) comes unstuck
I dont give a fuck
Life is a hustle
If you wanna come up
You gotta flex that muscle
Niggas wit little hearts
Or little bread
Some niggas is satisfied with puss and a little head
Its been said
Fuck the bitch get rich
We about it
Now without it
Get yo grits
Be cautious
Cause its crosses
Get caught up, brought up on charges
And some take loses
Do you thang
Sell dope, hit licks
Sometimes its manditory to get those quick grits
-=- Chorus -=-
(2x)
-=- Kokane -=-
(Yeah) My nigga Mac Dre savin' kite to me
He was into long pause
I was into hatchepe
Dont let it red
When we hook up we gonna have a fat sack
(Dont sell these raps like crack)
Nigga, I make big bread for the night time
For the sunny
Real gangters dont brang about money
Nigga, this game I look up to all day
Changin' our name from the mafia to (?)
(Its like early mornin' in the kitchen, cookin' up dope on the grill)
Nigga, I keeps it real
-=- Chorus -=-
Mac Muthafuckin Dre Biatch
Back Thu Here Doin Somethin Visious Spittin That Shit That You Like Now This Is What I Want Ya'll To Do Check This Out
Light Yourself A Dank Join Let Your Mind Go
Listen To Tese Lyrics As I Let This Ryhm Flow
I'm Funky With This Shit Cause My Style Is Authentic
And Keeps These Suckas Jockin So My Windows Stay Tinted
I Ment It When I Said That I Will Pimp Till I Die
Makin Them Bitches Cry And Nigga Don't Ask Me Why
I Flow That Pimp Shit Cause I Know That Pimp Shit
I Smoke That Hemp Shit
Not With That Simp Shit
Stupid Doo Doo Dumb Is The Only Way I Come
Let The Track Ride Give Me The Mic And I'll Run
Smooth With The Groove Like A Saxophone
My Raps Is On And Man Caps Is Blown
Staight Up Suckas Heads With The Ryhms I Shoot
Fuckin With The Bitch If She's Kind Of Cute
I Find Her Lue
I Shake The Spot
You'll Never Hear A Bitch Say I Ate The Cock
I Mac Kick Back And Stack That Cash
I Throw These Things Foo Don't Make Me Tap That Ass
The Mac Named Dre Is The Man For Real
Hoes Wanna Ride My Seddan De Ville Cause I'm A Young Playa With That Crest Side Game
Kickin The Funky Shit Makin The Rest Sound Lame
And Every Time I Rap I Bust Wat You Like Cause I'm The Coldest Mc To Touch A Mic
Every Time I Rap I Bust Wat You Like Cause I'm The Coldest Mc To Touch A Mic
They Trips When I Spits Cause I'm Nothin Respectable
But Still When I Steal Boi I'm Nothin Correctable
I Got Raps That Make Niggaz Say God Damn
Hes A Foo With The Mic In His Hand
I Can Teach A Square Everything Hes Lakin
Cause Partna I'm A Playa With Some Uncut Magic
I Spit Shit That Makes Tricks Go Runnin High
Down Them Clowns Around Town They Wonder Why
I Neva Give A Bitch Who Ain't Rich The Time A Day
They Got Me Fucked Up If They Think That I'm a Pay
I'm a Play Until Shes All Played Out
Have Her Friend Sayin Damn Girl You Mac Dre'd Out
Cause Every Time I Rap I Bust Wat You Like Cause I'm The Coldest Mc To Touch A Mic
Every Time I Rap I Bust Wat You Like Cause I'm The Coldest Mc To Touch A Mic
At The Drop Of A Dime I Can Ryhm A Tight Rap
And Make A Muthafucka Say Damn He Like That
Get It With The Tung That Will Run For Many Miles
Gettin Niggaz Sprung Cause I Come With Many Styles
Hoes Come In Rows To Get Yours They Gettin With Me
Singin On The Flys On The Side Of The Mississippi
Band In 6 States By The Sargent General
I'm Nown To Be Addictive Sellin Dopes Of Bleminals
And I Don't Stop Servin Like Them Foos At Denni's
Like Julius Ervin, Michael Jordan And Penny
I Go Coast To Coast With A Dose Of This Realness
Slapin Your Brain This Game Can You Feel Me
I Flow Like River Water
Ain't No Nigga Harder
Others That Was Rockin Is Forgotten Like Jimmy Carter
But I'm Gone Be Around
Just Like Him Dowm
A Old Ass Playa Still Pullin Them Panties Down
And Every Time I Rap I Bust Wat You Like Cause I'm The Coldest Mc To Touch A Mic
(chorus)
Ho upset Mac Dre come through
(She told a nigga to come through)
Let me whoop this puss on you
(You can't whoop that puss on me)
Ain't no ho puss worth my life
(Ain't no puss worth my life)
I ain't know this ho was shyst
(I didn't know the ho was shyst)
(verse 1)
I met her on a Thursday at the DMV
She was payin' registration I was tryin' to get an I.D.
Didn't trip 'til she talked intellectual
And the way she moved was hella sexual
I threw bait, strictly experimental
Dropped my pencil made it look accidental
She bit quick like a big mouth bass
And when she picked up my pencil all I saw was ass
I said what's your name, she said my name's LaShawn
I said excuse my ebonics, but baby you the bomb!
She smiled, told me I was far from ugly
Asked me how I was doin', I said lav lav lovely
Looked at my watch, said my schedule's tight
But if you give up the number I'll call your ass tonight
Right
She was with it and gave up the digits
And when I called later on she said come visit
(chorus)
(verse 2)
Who is it? She said when I knocked on the door
I said it's young M D, oh you ain't knowin'
Stepped inside and I can tell from a distance
She was burning scented candles and maybe even incence
Boy I tell ya she was in the mood
She said I hope your hungry cause I cooked up some food
She lit the fireplace threw on a love ballad
Before the main course we ate shrimps and salad
We talked for a while and drinked Zinfandel
She had ass like ten games of big pin the tail
On the donkey
Chocolate, opposite from honkey
All I can think about is hittin' that monkey
(chorus)
(verse 3)
She was diggin' your folks, boy I could tell
How she served fat steaks and big lobster tail
On the first visit
Everything exquisite
The door bell rang she didn't ask who is it
She must've knew dude, cause she gave some cash
He kicked down a twomp sack and a fat gram of hash
We smashed
We turn joints to dubees
She eightysixed the music and pull out three movies
Mohogany
The Mack
Baby Got Back
She said, I'll be right back
Roll the rest of that sack
I rolled the weed up
Then I kicked my feet up
Then two niggas came in with masks all G'd up
The plot thickens
I'm slippin' like a mutherfucka
Mopped and chopped and gettin' treated like a sucka
Five minutes ago I was feelin' fuck great
But now I'm gagged up wrapped in duct tape
They choke me
Broke me
And dropped me off on the bridge
And all I can think about was killin' that bitch
My worst mistake
Fuckin' with a snake
How a playa gonna fall for that Fortytwo Fake?
That Fortytwo Fake
Chorus (Mac Dre)
I'd rather die like a man then live my life like a bitch
I'd rather be in the pen then live my life like a snitch
Playa population is decreasing by millions
So I dedicate this to all the real ones
Real niggas, real niggas
Real niggas, real niggas
[Verse One]
I got three rules when I hustle and ain't anyone funny
It's like get yo money, get yo money, and oh yeah get yo money
Can't be no punk and damn sure can't be no hoe
I'm like the Grand National, they don't make them like me no mo'
Doper than a joint of that sticky gooey
Hella saucy potna, real ragooey
I pops extra hard cause I know talk is cheap
Tell a hoe toss it in the air, whatever I say she peeps
See I'm about my cheese, I want G's, y'all fucked
Down and dirty low to the ground like frog nuts
Keep a hoe bottom lip hanging like a turtle neck sweater
Love a freaky lesbian who can give bomb headers
See my dick stay hard like a cave mans chisel
Waiting for a super bad to come wet my whistle
But my? in life is to gain cash
And that there is more serious than a plane crash
Real niggas, real niggas
Real niggas, real niggas
Chorus 1x
[Verse Two]
I'm on the mic representing that players committee
Letting ya know that some of these niggas need a pair of tities
Never had a player hater born in my body, never been jealous
Just stubborn hard headed and hella rebelious
Fly like Denzel, smooth like Billy Dean
Some ain't feelin' me cause they can't really see
I'm saucy cause I stay dipped hoe
And still hit the scene, and scream what they hit fo'
Steady havin' cash cause I'm down to take a dollar
Quickly pop my collar, and tell that bitch a holler
It really ain't hard it's just this pimpin and this tongue
That get them bitches sprung, and make them wanna run
And when I say run I mean perform it to the utmost
Other niggas trip with they dick and wanna fuck hoes
Pimpin's outdated is what them suckas said
But the pimpin ain't dead its just the hoes they mislead
Chorus
[Verse Three]
I got the heart of a gangster, mind of a business man,
tongue of a pimp,
Stupid dumb all dollars no sense
Stay perkin', used to be off that yac
Now I'm on that gorilla milk or that Yukon Jack
Double R star, three c general
Fortified with this game like vitamins and minerals
Doper than a bottle of that dog food
Yall thought I was stupid, now look how I'm comin' at yall fools
Sportin' one fifties used to fuck with pumas
Now I'm havin more money than Brinks and Lunars
Maurice Malone, Mark Buchannon, and Enyce
Cashin' fat checks weekly
Beep me, if you tryin' to et churped at
No paper you'll get cut like Elvis Grbac (I heard that)
Punk bitch get stomped out
Triple see ya, Mac Dre, romped out
Not long ago in a place real far
I knocked this hutch at a grill slash bar
Fucking up some prawns n chips
Cause mac dre don't eat omelets
Suckin my teeth like I'm the shit
On gin but I think it's time to switch
Bar tender give me stoli with roses lime
I don't want no ice tea island long
Gimmie stogies with roses n ryme
Man I get that all the time
Throwback Steve Larkin #80
I looked up n I saw this lady
On my momma
I ain't fat mouthin
The bitch looked like she could suck a thousand
But her ass wasn't really all that giant
She must have been workin her Fonda diet
Man you know she looked alike that Filipino girl jay used to like
Bottom line she was fine you don't see this kind all the time
Man u know my name first is mac walked up to her put down my act
I said excuse me lady is somethin wrong
You've been starin at pimpin way too long
Y do you keep on eyein a nigga
Cuddie the bitch started cryin a river
I said what's wrong like a cared
She said she caught her pimp fuckin a square
I said damn you must be devistated
She said I've been with him since I graduated
But wait a minute u look framiliar
I said c'mon now look cicilia
That's the oldest line in the book
That's bunk like dope I used to cook
She said uhh don't u rap
I said yes it is I andre the mac
She said well uh if that's the case then wave 5 thow wow in my face
She said shes been my fan since she was 12
And if she was gonna choose it might as well be me
The M to tha D is that five thow wow choosein fee
Now this story has 4 possible endings
Is mac dre a going to A reach back like a pimp and slap the hoe and tell her bitch beat it
I ain't no rest haven for runaway bitchas
B start speaking swaheeli cause he thinks the bitch is the fuzz tryin ta pinch pimpin
C or does he P.I.M.P n tell the bitch put it in my pocket you beezie
I said look if you want dreezy
You gonna have to put it in my pocket u beezie
The bitch reached in her flindy bag and almost made pimpin grow a shag
I said god damn bitch the bitch had 40 grand kids
10 thousand in stacks a ten I said they gonna put u up under the pen
I said we can't do this in no bar
Let's talk about things in my car
Who is this bitch can I trust her
Took her outside to my plimyth duster
She said there's one more thing that you should know
There's one more hoe and where I go she go
I said where I come from 3 is fun and plus 1 is too close to none
Twinkle twinkle
Cow moo moo
I shit on niggaz
Al boo boo [x3]
[Mac Dre]
It's Mac dammit man, coming through runnishing
Chop suie got a buck knife in his hand
Finishing the shit that them suckas started
They shoulda ar'a, knew that I'm coming harder
Fully are a, shot the whole lot up
Niggas trying cut quick, cramped up in a knot
I'm a rida, cutthoat general
In 84' I said fuck it, I'm in it now
I'm killing now, letting Mothafuckas know
I'm a pimp quit acting like a fucking ho
You ain't know, bitch niggas get played
Razor sharp game, cut you like a switch blade
It's Dre waking up yo family
15 cudie in your drive way, they can't stand me
Paint candy licking like a blow pop
I'm so flamie, nigga it don't stop
[B.A.]
Fuck driving, let me out when I slide threw
I drop love, like souls in a ten booth
Fucking with yo huctes mento
Like I'm kend to her
But I'm just a die hard pimp girl
Into a nickname kosie, or call me B.A.
I'll send two huctes with yo wife right with me
I know, they say I'm crazy but I only drink white
Unless I'm with a snow bunny
So let's get the remy, get the bevi, act stupid
I'll slide through in a fly coup with two cute ones
Keak dat Sneak, plus Mac Dre be the homie
I'll be damn if the hutches think they got something on me
Ho it's real, my life is I'll
We send em see what's I'm and get inside their grill
[Keak Da Sneak]
Still highly national, still a killa with murder flow
Still screaming all in the do
Bet yo ass down fo, cause that's the trade mark
Where nothing but brave hearts, thug relutional
Never thought when a muthafucka losing crutal
Collect the doe, thinking ahh and still counting it
Smoking by the pound you niggas still quarter ouncing it
Dry cut let it melt down bouncing it
Nine hundred thousand fo my kids allowance
I'm drunk as fuck so I hit the loaf and bouncing it
Still gifted talented, from a notch to a bad bitch
Get mo then yo ass kicked depend on how mad I get
Genet razor dagger shit I'm leaving faces like naxima attics bitch
I'm from mind over money and murder would manage shit
Without a sign, hearding some endings
Tragic shit you want to shine
You ain't fucking with us then who you with
That's a perfect way to get yo wig split
[PSD]
Um Hum
The turf nigga, vest up under his shirt nigga
Doing dirty call me dirt sniffa
Like a dirt dopula,
Get down foul, and I'm hurting patna
In da shows on my fo's
Call me curtain droppa
Can't you tell from the dirt in my nail
From down south to my turf of Vallejo
Addiction to this mail is sometin' worser then yell
Make a nigga hi spy something worser then hell
Riding GMC denale it no l's
Wood indegital video 4 12
Possessions are under a zip of weed no sales
For personal need be, give me the fin
[Verse 1:]
I hit the block in somthin clean they thought it was a rental
200 hunid diamonds shinin in my dentals
Twomps
And in the front a bad bitch
The back a bad bitch
And a bad bitch
I'm 3 deep
Sleep nevaaa
I'm in the street
Financial endeavour
Sweat 'er
Bets believe it
U betta jet it
In a six eight coupe
Scrape wetted
Super unleaded
It's nuthin cheap like dem 15's knockin in the back of my seat
Broke beezy
Betta not try ta holla
She muss be on dick dope and cockaa oggwa
Wassup my nogga
I'm mac drevious
Old skool
Like war cuts and stavius
An like dem CHP's be clockin me
Dem PHV's
Always knockin me.
[Chorus:]
The crest has got me crazy
But I love the way it raised me [x4]
[Verse 2:]
I smoke big bomb
Get bomb headers from a dime piece
I'm the kinda nigga that pimpin you might find me
Down in vegas
Fuckin with some playas
Or maybe in frisco makin her get dough
It's so stupid wen I do it
Whoever listen to it
Just got ta get into it oohwee
Chevy bluey
All in my lung
I'm dancin like a fool and they callin me dumb come
Choo beezy
Ride in my truck
Quit talking so much go in slob on these nuts.
[Chorus:]
The crest has got me crazy
But I love the way it raised me [x4]
[Verse 3:]
P89 rouga
67 couga
Squattin through the traffic
Watch how I movaa
51 cleveland
Leavin police
Heat jockin
Lovin it even ta know me
My homey
Betta known as cuddie
Is buggin ridin shotgun goin nutty
Or buddie love
Witta bloody rug
In a white bronco on dubs
Wen I'm twistin turnin
Proffesser dunkin
Let rounds from my calico loose on these mussums
Goose on he ducks
For all of ya crew
Nigga I'm a boot
I ain't scared ta shoot
[Chorus:]
The crest has got me crazy
I wanna know if you wanna get it on
Baby let me take yo' panties off
And if you feelin' mile high
And you wanna take a ride
Baby let me take yo' panties off
(Mac Dre)
Hip hop, the hibbit to the hibbit
Add Mac Dre and a lil' wiggy wiggy
Can you dig it? Or is it too explicit?
When I knock at the door she don't ask, who is it?
I'm bringin' t, Rolanda and them
Tryin' to get a workout like I'm in the gym
Keep cumin' again, again and again
I done spent too many years in the pen
I'm livin' again doin' what I wanna
When I'm feelin Keith Sweatish, and I wanna
I'm in the sauna like a family boss
Quit trippin' take them panties off
I wanna know if you wanna get it on
Baby let me take yo' panties off
And if you feelin' mile high
And you wanna take a ride
Baby let me take yo' panties off
(Vital)
It's a Friday night and I'm feelin' horny
Hopped out the whip with two chicks on me
All eyes on me, when I stepped on in
I saw all eyes then when I stepped on in
What's up girlfriend how bout you and friends
Meet me at the VIP in about five minutes
Freaky shit, yeah I'm with it
I gets live when I got drugs in me
Feel me, I'm like that 6-man touch
Feel me, all females get touched
Exhibit, I make women's thongs come off
I get a hard on from seein' all skin no cloth
I wanna know if you wanna get it on
Baby let me take yo' panties off
And if you feelin' mile high
And you wanna take a ride
Baby let me take yo' panties off
Mac Dre:
Aight we done broke the ice
You drunk then smoked hella blunts tonight
Cut the crap now, I ain't with this square shit
I told you way back I'm a playa biatch
You want a man, but I'm not the one though
I just wanna hit that????? mundo?
Oh what you thought, this a dumb date?
Pump fake, I ain't bitin' on that bum bait
Quit the horseplay and the monkey business
Let me call Rich, so we can pop some thizz's
Lets go handle some grown folk business
Ain't nothing wrong with getting it on for a minute
Lets go home for a minute, do the woopty wop
Let a cutthroat show ya, what he'll do to ya
I'll say it real slow so you can hear
Get buck naked lose the ear
I wanna know if you wanna get it on
Baby let me take yo' panties off
And if you feelin' mile high
And you wanna take a ride
-----------------------
I know your name
I know the people out there feel the same
I know you're gone
I hope you've got some friends to come along
I know you're out there
I know you're gone
You can't say that's fair
Can't you be wrong?
I feel ok
Sure, I know that's not what people say
Maybe they're wrong
Maybe you weren't on my side all along
I know you're out there
I know you're gone
You can't say that's fair
Can't you be wrong?
I know you're out there
You're still a case
It's still the place
Weren't you invited?
It's what you can't spare
Whatever's left, just hide the rest
And bring it right in
I know it's sick
I know you think again it's just a trick
Maybe I've changed
Just tell me was this all in vain?
I know you're out there
I know this face it's not erased
Weren't you invited?
It's what you can't spare
Whatever's left, just hide the rest
And bring it right in
Maintained inside
I've lost my range
Feeling strange
Weren't you invited?
Just never tried
It's still the place
You're still the case
[verse 1:]
When we pull up to the light the people all stare
Four niggas in a benz with the dreadlock hair
Smoke everywhere
Wavein at mavericks
In the woodgrain davens with the liscence plate rattlein
Doin what we want to hangin out the sun roof
We mental, we ignorant, boy we go dumb to
Gas-break-dip, we call it yokein, do a doughnut in yo whip
We call it ghostin
Get stupid that's what we do good ghost ride the whip
While I'm dancin on the hood, I'm amped feelin good...
I'm hiphy, thizz face with the thizz face off of nike
The women like me I'm dipped in butter
I'll rob ya brother pimp the blood out ya mother
I'm mr. stupid-doo-doo dumb, somethin terrible tell em how we come...
[Chorus]
S.T.U.P.I.D when we come to the club we don't need I.d
Everywhere we go it's a party ya'll we gon' get it crackin like the mardi gras
[verse 2:]
Alright let me tell you why we call this thing stupid cause when I dance the chicks say (you stupid) you can do it it ain't that hard
Baby get dumb act like a retard, shake ya hair make it go in the air you gotta get into it growl like a bear, now say whaaaa! (what!) no whaaaa! do tha damn thang girl cut that shit up.
Fill ya cup don't be no punk it don't look right if you really ain't drunk, c'mon now repeat after me we go S.T.U.P.I.D
When I got the phone call I was rollin on the interstate
Dre have you ate yet? How's bout a dinner date?
Hmmm I don't know, let me check my scheggie
I'm free at 8: 30 pick me up when you reggie
Hopped out the Chevy
So I can freshen up
Rolled a sack in the back and put my weapon up
Poured a glass of 7-up
And ate a quick snack
Salami and swiss, piled on a Ritz crack
Called the puck bitch back
Wassup Alice?
She got the mad and said, My name's not Alice!
Alright Alice, pick me up at my palace.
I stay in Westlin, I know you know where that is.
That's where my dad lives, be there in a jiffy!
Threw on some 150's and my red Ken Griffey
Tee shirt crispy
I'm dipped as usual
Shave with the Andes
Electric, reuseable
Threw in my removeable iced out grill
So when I spit my spill it's chillie-chill
I'm really ill, really feel
Really Mac-ish
I'm waiting on a bitch
And I'm puffin on some cactus
Damn where you at bitch?
I started thinking
Baby pulled up in an Aviator Lincoln
Grab me thump tank
Cause they won't catch me leakin
Cause pucks hang and try to bang
Every weekend
I started speakin
This a hell of a car
I said, Where we eatin?
She said, The Elephant Bar
I said, To hell if we are! I'd rather Benny Honnas
She said, What's that for?
I said, The mini-drama
Now look lil mama
It's a quarter to 10 I can't be out all night
I gotta stop when the song end
Now at the restaurant
I'm feelin like the man
Spoke Japan Give me moo-goo-guy-pan
Ate drank got full and burped
I said, Alright you beezy it's time to kirk
Dipped to her spot that was tucked in the cut
Put dick threw the cot and i busted a nut
Then I busted a nut, one mo again
Then I busted a nut, on the ho chin
Now here we go again
Another fiasco
I'm diggin her out
While I'm playin with her asshole
Fuck being bashful
Baby I'm a bash-pro
She said, Dre I'll give you anthing you ask for
You got class hoe
Now look
Pay close attention
I'm finishing the hook
Before I give ya some more
There's something you must know
I'm a pimp, and I got hoes
Hey your ear looks empty lemme put something in it
I ride nothing rented, nothing tinted
Love chicks that like to spend it
Rap till I get winded dont get offended
A lotta sarcasm make you have a lotta orgasms
Have you beggin for more stabbin
Jabbin, punchin, dinner, luncheon
Crabbin, munchin, we havin something
Rings, fat chains that hang to my pants
Im gameboy advance my game more advanced
Baby get a back ready put some weed in it
Get in a mac chevy and see the street limit
I like some big tits 3 XLs
And Dick suckin lips, some DSLs
Straight on up with no cut, is how I serve it
[Miami Talking]
Where you going Mac Dre'vious?
What is his name? What is his other name though?
The guru of pimpin'. Mac guru mo' gimpin'
The guru of pimpin'
[Mac Dre]
As I walk through the crowd I could hear necks snappin'
I here voices saying "Oh gee, He rappin'?"
Its mackin' funky fresh in the flesh
You might see me in the traffic rolling SS
Or GS Excursion or Navi,
Or maybe Range Rovin' perkin' with some ?
Its daddy recruitin' hoes that love goosin'
Robbin' and shootin', indulged in prostitution
I'm goosin', juicin' and game inducin'
To claim restitution, I ain't got no suits and
Quit mother goosin' this ain't no story
I'm a cutthoat pimp fighting for my glory
It's me, MD, bitch follow me
And we can get paid like dick swallowing
Bada bing bada bang, it really ain't no thang
I'm deep in this game, and you a freakyness dame
So we can exchange the pimpin' for the hoe-in
Baby you ain't knowin' the top is where I'm goin'
There's no one that could ever do it better
I gets my cheddar, mozzarella or whatever.
Or whatever, the earth is my turf
Where I roam is my home, cutthoat rolling stone
Catch me with ladies in a fuckin' Mercedes
Countin' fetti while I'm sucking on tetties
I dress eighties, keep it old schoolish
So shut the fuck up nigga and let me do this
Who this? Oh its you
You got ? for me baby bring it with that other two
I'm blinging and because of you, I live Lav'
Everything I want is everything I have
It's the lifestyle of the sav' and lavish
Girl money makes the world twirl, I'm having cabbage
Kick back relax let me bust one mo'
I'm a gun slinger partner I do a gung ho
Got a dumb flow, keep more than one ho
It's Mr. Hicks in the mix nigga hear me in the gumbo
Run ho, your squares a box
And I'm a thug, the kind of guy that will swear to your pops
I fled from the cops, and sold rocks in my past time
And jack fools straight faced with no mask I'm
A cutthoat, I don't have to prove it to ya
I'll leave ya ass up with buckshots movin' through ya
I'ma do ya like you never been done
Have you screaming "I need bullets hurry up run"
I'm out of here
I gotta go
No Time to Chop It Up
I've got to go
I'm a raw dog ya'll tryin to shake the kennell
I stay in underbuckets and I ride in rentals
Cause the rollers wanna pinch me, wash me, rinse me
Brick wall, razor wire, behind the fence me
Put me where thy mother can't kiss me, put me where thy brother gon' miss me
I stay off the phone, I take dumb ways home
I let my beard grow and my hair get long
It's on, I'm gon nigga if I stay I'm cooked
I'm seein police everywhere I look (Uh)
It's off the hook, I've never been scarier
My niggas say boy if they catch you they gon' bury ya
Leave the area, live on a farm, and keep a long sleeve shirt for them tats on your arm
[Chorus: x2]
I'm on the run
Packin my Gun
Havin no fun
Caught in the cross hairs
When I thought I had run
Man I'm washed tryin to shake John Walsh
Americas Most tryin to say I'm a crime boss
I'm getting lost, boy I'm finna head for the hills
It's survival skills I'm on the run for real
I'm always in different loads
Switchin and ditchin those
Pistols I'm grippin those
Mixed officials I'm hittin those
I'm watched and can't avoid it
The cops got me noided
Every time they hit I'm flushin shit down the toilet
Bitches can't spoil it
I gets further
Can't stick me with the murder
They witness, I'm gon' hurt her
I got a squirter with a 50 round drum
And when they people come, dude, I make it hum
[Chorus x2]
They tryin to stick me with a grand jury endictment
So I ride and I creep with a alias license
My license got a picture of me, with a different name
I'm hyphy could you picture me in a different game
I'm dippin man I'm different man
Call me Casper
Get ghost faster
You hear those flowmasters
High speed pursuit
Partner I'm a scoot
I got jukes
Patterns and routes
It's bye bye now, nigga I ride out, I slide out and dip to my hide out
Boy I shake the spot cause nigga I'm not tryin to go to Lompoc for 3 hots and a cot
[Chorus]
[Vital:]
Y'all niggaz wanna stop me but they can't
And ya might tyr and pop me but you ain't
You too scared, y'all ain't prepared
The kid got enough heat to build a fan base in Baghdad
I'm turfmatic, you don't wanna start no static
Have ya sayin hail mary's like that ass was catholic
Ya head on straight don't make me unmask it
Or I'll be forced to and disappear like magic
And until that day caome that I'll get, put in a casket
I'm a saty spittin rhymes, til I get rich
That's on Brookly, hear my words and hear 'em well
I got the envelope sealed noe, you got mail
Ain't no tellin what I'm finna do
I'm unpredictable
I just might flip
Cock aim and let it spit
Or I might get ripped and split your brain
Just label me a hard head, who ain't gon change
[Hook: x2]
It ain't fun out here, you gotta keep a gun out here
Cause niggaz don't make it to see twenty-one out here
It's rough out here, you'll get snuffed out here
Trunked, stuffed and even handcuffed out her
[Mac Dre:]
Who me? nah potna, your barkin up the wrong tree
I'm cutthoat, keep thump thang on me
I aim good, I throw these thangs good
And me and that nigga Vital, we from the same hood
The Country Club, where niggaz love to nub
Push Scrape thing with whistle and dubs and grub
It's so rough, so tough out here baby
We got that puff and that fluff stuff out here baby
Come out here baby, come visit the Bay
Like them boys in LA nigga we don't play
With the atmosphere is different nigga have to keep it pimpin
Nigga you ain't got no bitches, you ain't gettin your trippin
I'm yokin and dippin, totin my equipment
Gone off a fifth, floatin and I'm trippin
Me and Vital, nigga we finna put a hit out
(Feat. Young Dru)
[Mac Dre Talkin]
Wha wha
What is it
Yeah
Yadidaholla
Do you know whadddiholla (do you know what I holla?)
Yeah, the itty bitty city by the water
That's steady gettin taller
Vallejo
You Ho
You just don't understand
Check it out though
[Mac Dre]
Sippin' Martinis eatin scampi and linguini
Makin' Blunts disappear
Like I'm Houdini
Layed up with Asians that know tongue fu
Gettin blew when I got the call from Young Dru
He was speakin thizzlamic
But I can understand it
He said "Al Boo Boo the eagle has landed"
My reply... pronto... cousin
Execute stage two put the turkey in the oven
For those who don't know that means he got the blow
And it's time to turn the blow in to more dough
Sell him high buy 'em low let 'em fly let 'em go
Birdies of the snow straight from valley jo
Who got it? Nigga Dru got it
And if you hit him on the hip
He'll make sure that you got it
Me and my team
We tryna win
And we keep it mafiso
You hear the violens
(Godfather tune by mac dre)
[Young Dru]
I'm the yay boy, the play boy, from the bay boy
Where I stay boy, we don't be puffin' no hay boy
Where my son head lay boy
I protect with the K boy
Run in my home and get sprayed boy
Young Dru and mac dre boy
The yay don't play boy
I'm a made boy highly connected spit flame boy
I'm a payed boy
All day boy
Never changed, I'm the same, so fuck what you say boy
I'm not afraid boy
Take it from wax to gun play boy
Run away boy
Shakin the blades and gay boys
Movin' bricks boy
Choppin' down kicks to picks boy
Weighin' zips boy
Takin' the trips for chips boy
Coppin' whips boy
Floss cross by chicks boy
Makin' hits boy
Fuck with the mob and get split boy
Loaded and lit boy
Dre and Dru is the shit boy
From a fix to a bitch
We tryna get rich boy
(Godfather tune by mac dre)
[Mac Dre]
I'm in my sneaks with freaks on the beach was shallow
Bossed up drinkin Ernest and Julio Gallo (wine)
I got my rallo? My butterfly knife
I'm nothin nice
I cut a guy twice
All of my life I followed the path
Of D Boy B Boy half cash live loud
Got game like Bob Costa
Got dread like Rasta
Eatin' seafood sauce
Poored over pastas
You imposters get tried for treason
To the nation of Thizzlam
Is my allegence
Write a grievance
File a complaint
Tell 'em Dre doin things that them otha guys can't
Burnin' rubber all day
Drivin' wreckless
I cut a man throat give a man a bloody necklace
Cuttee, they respect us cuz they have to
My niggaz mafioso
You prepared they'll wack you'
(feat. Goldie)
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I Drink Heem, And Smoke Green Grass Everyday
In 'em They Blaze In My Clean Ass Chevrolet
Gas Break Dip Down The Strip When I Fo Yo
With Four Hoes, That Touch Mo' Bread Than Togos
No Hobos, I Fuck With Cream-Of-The-Croppers
Head Doctors With Choppers And Bomb Ass Coppers
Orville Redenbacher Couldn't Be More Butter
I Spit These P's When I Knock Her
Ima Pimp I Don't Love Her
Undercover, I Do It Under Your Nose
I Hit A Lick On Your Partner With One Of Your Hoes
Im Runnin' With Those Thug Niggas And Drug Dealas That Bug Niggas That Got Skrilla Im Godzilla Cha-Chilla
It's What Is In My Hoes, Cause I Make'em Do Illegal Shit To Get My Dough
Slit My Throat, If You Ever See Me Fakin'
I Betta Be Tendin' To This Pimpin' And What They Makin'
[Chorus: x2]
Role Is Andre But They Can't Catch Him Slippin'
Yokin' It Up Smokin' It Up
He's Rollin In The 7-Tre Gas Break Dippin'
Shakin' The Feds Makin' The Bread Ching-Ching
[Verse 2: Goldie]
I Drink 211 And Smoke On Bomb Til' It's Gone
Then Drop A Hits With The Mac-A-The-Dre From Night Til' The Morn
It's Long So Start Your Livin It (Boom Boom)
Man I See The Niggas Sippin'(Whoa Wha)
Lustin' For Women Thats Been Suckin' N Fuckin' Him'n Them'n
Me I Jus Sav It Up Been Goin' To Hookers Pass The Buck
Master Deluxe Make A Trick Make Money Ass Up
But If The Hoe Don't Listen Then Im Pullin Her Partner Friends
Who Got Some Ends To Spend Nigga Look Im In It To Win By All Means
Cause This Rappin' Ain't Payin' For My G's
I Could Resort To Jackin' And Slayin' But That Won't Burn
I Know These Puddles Wanna See Me In Shackles
Because I Roll With Killas And Dealas, Hyenas And Jackals You Say You Dealin' With Network
Cut-Throat Every Nigga Laugh
Rushin' These Hoes Catch Elbows And Jabs
We In The Lab Where It Don't Stop
It's K-I-Gig You Can See Me Checkin' Chins Servin' Dome Shots Smoke Style
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
It's The Big Dog Head Coach Im That Nigga
Got My Hand On My Gun And My Finger On The Trigga
Playin' With My Fab Toys Running From The Bad Boys
(Trippin') Lossing Control, I Never Had Poors
Rugged And Real, Lovin' This Skill
Game To My Folks, Hang With My Folks, Swang With My Folks
Drunk Fucked Up Off 151, Beat My Beezy Up And Say "What Have I Done"
Gorilla Pimp, Behind The Tent Gettin' Bent
On The Savage Ass One "I Was Collectin' My Rent"
The Mac Guy, Triple Stack Guy
Killin' Them Suckas That Give The Rap Game A Black Eye
Roll The Weed Up, Somebody Turn The Beat Up
While I Continue To Spit Relax And Kick Your Feet Up
Mac Game So Cold I Make Your Nose Runny
[Intro:]
WHOA~! We'll roll youuuu!
We'll roll you, we'll roll youuuu!
[Verse 1:]
Pull up slappin in me Chrysler LeBaron
Twisted off that happy, Bobby Darrin
The Hutches had me, jockin, starin
Is it the Nikes I'm rockin or the ice I'm wearin?
I won't pout over it, I ain't sharin
I'm a home run hitter, Mr. Mack Hank Aaron
The Mack ain't carin [coughin] I'm cutthroatish
No dough bootch, you gettin my dick to notice
I'm clean like a greedy genius, stay fiendish
All up to par, star in the zenith
I'm leanin, dippin, blazin my sippin
Tapers or vapors mayne, we ain't trippin
So focused cousin, suds keep me buzzin
Ridin and sidin, you thought that I wasn't?
Stuntin, young blood push the button
We slumpin and bumpin, cutty it ain't nuttin!
[Chorus:]
Me and Mac Dre - ridin and leanin!
Hittin on 4's - runnin dippin steamin!
Comin yo' way - ridin on chrome!
Rollin down the block - bringin heat to yo' dome!
We'll roll you - right on out
We'll punk you - right on out
We'll roll you - right on out
We'll punk you - right on out
[Verse 2:]
I'm leaned way back when I stack my bread
Might scare yo' momma with them nappy-ass dreads
I'm in my zone, my mind is gone
I feel so good, couldn't be no wrong
I feel savage, let me smash the beat up
Twist up the cabbage, kack my feet up
I'm V'd up, cause I need the dough
And I stay with a slumper, that's all I know
We gon' roll you
Right on out!
That's right bitch, right on out, slide on out
Hurt's out, I gets further
And when I'm on the beat, bitch, call it murder
I kill the track, make a swift feel The Mack
And make a punk rock, show me where the skrilla at
Copper quit spillin that, it's almost 2
With no mo' liquor nigga what we gon' do?
[Chorus x2]
[Outro:]
I know y'all feelin that Bay Area mayne
R.I.P. Mac Dre
Zion I the face mayne
Amp Live on the beat ya feel me?
See Holiday, the Bay still alive mayne
(intro)
Yep, Yea, Yep, Yea, Yep
Dont stop won't stop won't quit
Never could never would
Mac Dre back wit some more shit
You know (yadida mean, yadida mean)
Come on man
(verse 1)
I'm a rap matic track addict
And I'm back at it
Play me a beat with this heat I'm a blap at it
The cat scated, when the mac spatted
You don't want to see me, punk get your hat flatted
Dope like a crack addict, or a hop head
Spit it clear so you can hear, what I said
Pot head, hot head nigga that got dreads
Got bread stop red get hit with the hot lead
My bed, you might see three things
High heels, my pills, and hoes in G strings
I see things, through my pimpin glasses
Cheesy macaroni, teaching pimpin classes
I dips and mashes, Mercedes Benzes
Might wear stunnas without the lenses
I'm off the hinges I handle business
Leave no clues, witness, or forensics
No co-dependence all by my lonesome
Wont see Solano, Quintin, or Folsom
I ghost em, at the four way stop sign
Forty HK don't fuck with Glock nine
I rock wind, I'm a star I'm famous
Got my own language cool when I swang it
Oh, I'm all out the door
351 with the shift in the floor
(chorus 2x)
Come on you beezy lets do some grown shit
Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit
When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool I don't quit
Unborn kids, nut I own shit
(verse 2)
Dre rock rhymes from here to New York
Only smoke rope no coke or New Ports
Hubotchi Benihana pork on my fork
Rapping is a sport and this is my court
Do anything to win my referees cheat
I flagrant foul and bruise to beat
Read em and weap
I'm a royal flush
Give me some shrums
So I can get mushed
Kick dust, always in something tight
Hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe
Fucking dikes, in Vegas or Reno ask Kilo, nigga he know
I'm well connected I know big wells
Did shows in harryels been in hella jails and federals
But nigga it never fails
The shit don't stop when I drop hella sales
Hella mail, call me the postman
From Vallejo born in Oakland
Yolking, Dodge Diplomats
Fuck three strikes get the bitch to bat
Ya ya ya(ya ya ya)
let me get thiiz shyte started man(get thiiz shyte started man)
iif therez goiin b a party man
let me get thiiz shyte started(get tha party started)
yadadamean(yadadamean)
(verze 1)
pazz tha boiilliing maker
nd tha toiilet paper
iim shyttiin on foo'z
dope liike a quarter caker
or a achor not a celtiic ora laker
iimma kiing
fiind me on floren
wiitta mouth fulla bliing
nd sumthiin to clean
doiin my thiing
niigga wuutchu mean?
iimma legend liike kareem
abdu-ja-bar
ii screwed cha broad
snaked chu
forty-2 faked cha
oopz whoz ya boii?
whoz ya boii?
hez better off dead
let that cat knoe
hez iin ova hiiz head
wut? u aiint knoe?
iim mafiia niigga
gotta natiion of thuggz
thatll diie fo ya niigga
robbiin fo ya niigga
but ii need no man
u wanna tango?
come on niigga.we goiin dance
ii do tha thiizzle wiiggle
ryte on ya face
then throw u iin tha trunk
wiith tha bump iin tha bazz
(choruz)
yadadamean iimma hotta den steam
chabazz a creaze niigga follow mah teash
botha me not niigga pote iiz mean
a profiit liike street hustle
niigga cut dont eat sucka
yadadamean iimma hotta den steam
chabazz a creaze niigga follow mah teach
botha me not niigga pote iiz mean
a profiit liike street hustle
niigga cut dont eat sucka
(verze 2)
a riiviival at tha riival
liike daniiel boom
rampa room
tycoon
best thiingz siince cartoon
nd my platoon
eatiin niigga liike shroomz... goonz
muggiin nd thuggiin 4rm july to june
a goriilla do da bad boom
all iin tha womb
fiind me flossiin on fliierz
that say comiin soon
hycoon.knocturnal love da moon
we can meet iin tha miiddle of da street
at hiigh noon
nd my beat goez boom
to cercern who iit may
on thiiz miic iill eat chu
no forkz kniivez or spoonz
ii sport niike shoez
liike guccii nd louiie
4rm that crest on tha best
liike stiicky nd gooey
dont fuk wiith tha chewy
but wen ii kiick iit liike dubbiie
we pop double thiizzez
oo we get stoowey
shoo bi dee doo whaa
doobity doo
miirriior miirriior on tha wall
tell me who b tha foo
(choruz)
yadadamean iimma hotta den steam
chabazz a creaze niigga follow mah teash
botha me not niigga pote iiz mean
a profiit liike street hustle
niigga cut dont eat sucka
yadadamean iimma hotta den steam
chabazz a creaze niigga follow mah teach
botha me not niigga pote iiz mean
a profiit liike street hustle
niigga cut dont eat sucka
(verze 3)
playaz watch me
liike iimma fukiin atachee
but ii got lezzonz nd suggestiionz
liike that r-b-l posse
protected by guyz see
them doublez cant hurt me
nd them hataz get ate
jus liike thankzgiiviin turkeyz
iima warriior
wen ii come out nd play
ii do iit liike we do iit niigga
out iin tha bay
siideshow afta evry show
yokiin iin a chevy hoe
7-7 box or a glazz hoe 7-4
u nevr knoe yo
ii keep em guezziin
straped wiitta fat
40 cal smiithiin wesen
for mah protectiion
but nobodii see iit
tiill iitz funk
wen iitz funk
then punk ii cre dii iit
liive nd dii-rect
ii riide fo respect
nd ii got priison takerz
catch a kniife to tha neck
catch me on that two siitter
on that nezz
riidiin wiith my heaterz
who wan come tezt
(choruz)
yadadamean iimma hotta den steam
chabazz a creaze niigga follow mah teach
botha me not niigga pote iiz mean
a profiit liike street hustle
niigga cut dont eat sucka
yadadamean iimma hotta den steam
chabazz a creaze niigga follow mah teach
botha me not niigga pote iiz mean
a profiit liike street hustle
niigga cut dont eat sucka
[Mac Dre talking]
Hello my friend, How you do my friend? What would you like?
Yes, what would you like?
I want uh... pack of backwoods... pack of backwoods
Give me a fifth of that privelege hennessy and uh... thats it
Thank you very very much
[Verse 1]
What you know about me? I'm Mac Dreezy
Call Hennessy, Heem, and a blunt a Bleezy
I keep a fat sack wrapped in a backwood leave
Smoke trees that make me look Japanese
Green seedless, mean when I'm weedless
Never in denial, I'm a fiend and I need this
Any day is a bad day for Mac Dre
When he aint got it, they ask why he act that way
I smoke champ, cush and?
Man whats?, bomb and sprayed
I can't fade a beezy who can keep a bleezy
Rolled for a neezy, I ask her What the feezy?
I gotta have weed, to go get weed
You dont like it, kiss my ass till your lips bleed
This ones for the club so I'm kinda like keeping it clean
Sing it with me yall, bleezies-N-heem,
[Chorus x2]
I gots to have my dope
Every where i go
When they ask me whats my drank
I say heem and what you thank
[Verse 2]
I L-O-V-E H double E-M
I drink like ten of them things that swim
He's heeming again is what they say when I come around
I'll get dumb drunk and fuck up your compound
Your building your establishment
Mobbin' saying cuddie I'm hella bent
Oh what a feeling when your looking at the ceiling
And it's spinning and the earl starts spilling
I drink heem when I perk don't like Erk and Jerk
It don't work, when a nigga chillin'
Might spill it on my Abercrombie Fitch
Know I got the man not the liquor store witch
Well baby would you please run and get
Me another hennessy Fifth
Bleezies-N-Heem...
[Chorus]
Fire up, lets get drunk
Get your cup fill it up, don't be no punk
A party aint a party if every damn body
Aint lifted, and a little bit tipsy
But don't drink and drive, I remember one time
My cuddie joogy, wrapped this fifty, rap this with me
And if you don't understand
You a inbred, your daddy and your uncle was the same man
I gotta have dope, every where i go
When they ask me what I drank, I say heem what you thank?
I gets heem in me, only substitute is remy
In Sac with Jimmy, or in Portland with Kenny
I'm danked out, drank out, can't talk, can't count
If i want some more I'm making baby pull her bank out
Who own a bomb boy? What do you mean?
Sing it to him yall, bleezies-N-heem
[Mac Dre:]
I'm finna let you know what time it is
Like a Movado
Every word I'm rhyming bitch
It's hard to swallow
I'm a model, desperado
I got bitches in the Nervado,
All the way in colorado
Instructions they follow
I'm Ricky Ricardo
When I say it Lucy do it
She bit it, and chew it,
I want nothing to do with
Most bitches cause most bitches is broke bitches
I yoke bitches with no witness
My four-fifth is
My close pal I'm so wild
I show wild get smoked out
I blow clouds of dope child
I'm mean for the ends and got ice in my ring
Put screens in the benz before the licesnse plate came
Might catch me with a sexy in strange motel
It's thizzlelle
And yes he in a range rovelle
I'm like cocaine for sale, I'm cooked
Get your hook
I'm the dope [? ]
[Rydah J. Klyde:]
I'm cooler than cool
I'm ice cold
Slid on my watch and it stopped
Becasue time froze
Like heron in your nose
Just wait till niggaz doze off and sleep
Now the hoes tryin to creep
Throwin there cloths off in the Jeep
I pulled off and see some hutches on the corner
But just be
Cause it's buisiness as usal,
E.P.M.D.
But it's MD and me
Drinkin and drivin the G, 5 double 0
Who you know that's flyer than we?
And we ain't tryin to be
It natural like the tobacco from the backwood
I dumped out right before I rolled a sack full of that piss
So much purple, man I been missin that bitch
Wrapped her up and lit her up and we kissed
Grabed the privilage gave my cap a twist
Turned the bitch out just like turning coke to crack is just
All in the wrist and the chain
Not it was me, it wasn't the fame,
I was playin
You hear what I'm saying
[Mac Dre talking]
Clap, what, clap
Thizzin' in the wash house
I'm in the wash house
I'm in the wash house thizzin'
[Hook]
Clap you beezy you beezy clap!
Clap you beezy you beezy clap!
Clap you beezy you beezy clap!
Clap you beezy you beezy clap!
Now go: [Mac Dre makes noise with his mouth]
[Mac Dre]
Listen up I'm about to get doper
They call me Mr. Furly but I'm more like Mr. Roper
Roper smoker
No so fuck a chauffeur
I use my own bow so I can toke the super soaker
Use the post up on the block with my toaster
Now I eat MC's like frozen food from Stouffers
Most these dudes is jokers
Hopeless no focus (no focus]
Underground like gofers
Gettin' stocked like drawers
Hocus Pocus
Abra-Cadabra (Cadabra)
You can put the whistle on a 7-7 Maverick (7-7 Maverick)
Nigga pack a pistol when he ain't scared to blast it (ain't scared to blast it)
Nigga it's official you can catch me in the traffic (in the traffic)
In the Benz on them rims that spin (that spin)
Checkin' chins, fuck friends, stack ends (stack ends)
It's Mac and I'm back and I'm smackin' (Thizz!)
This be the slap and get yo hands clappin'
[Chorus x2]
Mic check one, two (one, two)
Tell you what I'm gon' do (gon' do)
Grab a juice and pop two (pop two)
Then act a mutha fuckin' fool
I'mma fool
[Mac Dre]
I'm a pimp and a playa
My diamonds gleam (bling, bling)
I'm a Giant, a Raider, boy I'm a King (I'm a King)
Totin' the cater under my wing [under my wing]
I'm dumb and don't care nigga what you mean (what you mean)
Pass the heam
Thizz, weed, so I can get started (so I canget started)
Dre that is me
I can get retarded [I can get retarded]
I can get the party crackin' when it's yawnin' (it's yawnin')
And the bitches won't leave 'til six in the mornin'
If you condonin' that bullshit, stop it (stop it)
'fo I unlock it, cock it, and cop it (cop it)
Nigga watch it
You fuckin' wit the Vay boy (Vay boy)
Mac Dre boy all damn day boy (all damn day boy)
Flam-Bay boy
I'll make it sizzle (I'll make it sizzle)
It the wash house
Gone off a thizzle (Gone off a thizzle)
It's trizzle my nizzle (my nizzle)
Come visit the Country Club (the Country Club)
And see what iiiiiis it? (what iiiiis it?)
What iiiiis it?
[Chorus:]
Here's a little something about me da mac
I like the low cut jeans where you can see the crack
Get drunk off the priv, the heem, the yak
Then drink a double shot to bring me back
Im from where you never see a seed in the sack
The bay boy and dre boy is bringin it back
Im hella suffa, whats the meanin of that?
You'll neva see a nigga thats as clean as the mac
[Verse 1:]
Call me mr Kleenex, I'm so cold
Icy wrists like I've been making snow cones
Wassup homes, what size them rims is?
TWENTY TWO, muthafuckin inches
Seats big as benches, I neva touch wrenches
The only work I do is working these bitches
My palm itches that means money
Have you ever seen bling, bling when it aint sunny?
This aint funny they cant hold me down
Big bad wolf cant blow me down
Every bad bitch wanna blow me now
Oh you know me now oh you my homie now
I get dumb stooey in yo face
Hop out the benz wit the Louie briefcase
Cheapskate, fuck the price
You aint really cool if you aint got ice
[chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Dre gets whips shipped fresh off the dock
A mafia type, drink scotch on the rocks
The weed man love me, I cop quarter pops
Do a donut on the cops, fuck the shocks, make the car hop
Shake me locks, all the hoes jock
I make them robots, they bring me swoll knots
I bring them show knocks, boy Dre spit heaters
Fo' door mop' shots, dont fuck wit two seaters
I fuck wit two heaters identical twins
And if I aint feelin' the hen, man I'm killin the gin
Rhyme stealin' agian,
Dime stealin' agian,
Stab the blood out a nigga like I'm still in the pin,
Ughh,
Elvis ex-b,
Fuck her if she sexy,
I fuck with [? ] up,
Fuck with quinn and messy,
C.R.E.S.T. the bay I'm mapin' this,
Niggas start slappin' this,
Asapin' this,
[chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Man there go the police,
I'm not trippin',
I'm too legit to quit an I'm sqeaky clean pimpin',
If they see me when I'm dippin' I got L's to bargin(?),
An a square bitch with me to the take the charges,
I'm fly as a partridge,
Keep an extra cartridge,
Down like linoleum,
Rugs an carpets,
When I park it,
Ughh,
The benz rims still spin,
An on market an o'farrell,
I still pimp,
You still rent? I got four payed fo',
It's mac dre-ghost,
Takin' yo pesos,
Cause I like gravy on my potatoes,
Rap an break hoes, that's how my day goes,
On fire like Diego, I'm outta control,
An like KC cheese, I'm on a roll
I'm on a roll like the greyhound bus,
The hoes hound us, an always surround us,
The adam's marked suite, is where they found us,
-Mac Dre-
I'm so high off the catpiss blunt
In a 7 4 5 wit the catfish front
The mac stunts, they fresh bitch
Necklace hella ice on my left wrist
Steak for breakafst, big as texas
Voicemail full u cant leave a message
Andre macassi i got a backhand
That get a bitch right and back on the track man
Fat man go dumb on a crowd
Go waaa show em our style
U see the outfit mouthfit
Polo ralph bitch big screen fat leather couch bitch
Bachelor embassador
Shes saying no but im still asking her
Harassing her sweating her to get it
Im a pimp in a netback fitted
-chorus-? that means money
Bitch goose it solicit the honey
No juice wit the remy im wino
Non discriminant from black to albino
Play the game from tip-off to final
All on a bitch im rich as lionel
Platinum issue my diamonds will blind ya
In search of some raw talent bitch lemme sign ya
-Mac Dre-
Nigga ima buy it, if i want it
Flip a lexus wrap it and put spinners on it
Hit arizona floss in phoenix
Bitches all on me a boss in the cleanest
Cough on the penis bitch suck dick
Ya aint know im the wrong nigga to fuck wit?
Plus bitch ima hound well-rounded
I ran it back while them other fools downed it
Wont get impounded fool i kerks out
Take em on a chase give em a workout
Trackstar in a throwback car
'67 coughnut ya know thats hard
Figure 8in skatin dancin
Stay at the bar like that fool ted danson
Her heads dancin bobbing in my lap
She aint got headers?
Nigga cut the crap
-chorus-
I party hearty from friday to sunday
On monday ya might find me in the drunktank
I pump bank hit em wit the alias
Mac drevious'll penetrate ya radius
I got d-boy b-boy roots
Shit not poop gettin loot like the Maloofs
Its duck duck goose wit your girl or ya wifey
She likes me cuz my mouth is icy
Hot and spicy nacho cheesed up
Ya wanna fuck bitch roll them trees up
Im teed up and i swing a 3 wood
In the country club 3 C hood
To Rap Fans Here In The Vallejo Area, He's Known As Mac Dre...
Lemme Introduce Myself, I'm The Mac
No Just A Mac, In Fact I Wear Many Hats
I'm A Rapper, Capper, Punk Bitch Slapper
Catch With The Farmboys In A Tractor
I'm A Actor, Soon To Be Grammy Nominee
When Im On E, I Might Do Comedy
Bitches Bombin Me, Boy I'm A Dumb Dancer
7 5 7 0 Cancer
I'm A Rider, Fighter, Crest Sider
Pull An All-Nighter With Mikey On Wires
I'm A Villian And I'm The Owner Of The Building
A Thug, A Drug, To Give Ya That Feelin'
Im A Producer, Top Notch Gooser
Might Be A Thief, But Im Not No Booster
Dealt With The Roosters Everyday
Put On My Giggin' Shoes And Do The Mac Dre
[Chorus]
Yeah Thats Right I Like To Dance Ho
U Can Catch Me Doin The Furly On The Dance Floor
U Cant Tell Me This Boy Aint Hot
U Aint Skate Dem Eights In The Parking Lot
Gas, Break, Dip On Foreign Soil
Blowin 3c Dank, Forever And Loyal
Stompin At The Reigns Tryin To Gain Some Loot
Hop Out The Range With The Range Rover Boots
Boy Dre Teach Game Like Mathematics
Flippin Out On A Bitch Like Acrobatics
Fe Fi Fo Tare, They Call Me Stupid Dumb Cuz I Dont Care
Mac Dammit God Dammit, Md
The Nigga From The V With That Mac Family Tree
Ripped, Fucked Up Boy, Not Sober
Rollers Pull Me Over, Im Not Pullin Over
[Chorus]
High As A Fuckin Fire Escape, Zooted
Had A 8th Of Shrooms But Nigga I Chewed It
Loot It, Enyce Suited
Pack A .44 And Aint Scared To Shoot It
When I Coug' It, Watch Me Skate
Gold D's On The Biggest Vogues They Make
Give A Bitch A Break, Nope For What?
Ill Be On The Track Posted Up
Im Yokin' Up
In Somethin New Millinie
Im High Tech But Old School Like Izrimi
Feelin Cool Off The Remy Yeh Ya Know Me
Benzito 20 Inch Chromies
Neva Lonely I Do It Menage'
And All My Bitches Do What I Say
So If Ya See Me In The Crowd Actin Shadyish
Toys, Toys
Girls, Boys
Toys, Toys
Girls, Boys
[Mac Dre]
When I step in the room
They put they coat on
So much ice on they say "Hold on"
But I can't hold on
You can't stop me
I rapping but I'd rather be shopping
Rather be copping something to play with
He Mac Dre with
Wiggle through the Bay with
From the AM to the PM
Slide in the Benz or the BM
BMW I'm lovin' you baby
We doin' 80 on the 880
Blocka, Blocka you hear the noise
It's me and my boys playin' with our toys
We glockin' Heckler and Koch'n
Dumpin' on fools when the boys ain't watchin'
Loose my composure, my poise
I start squeezing on one of my toys
[Chorus: Mac Dre]
Toys, Toys
Girls, Boys
(You hear the noise, We playin' with our toys)
Money burns a hole in me pocket
Everything I see and want I got to cop it
Flip it, whip it, swang it, dip it
Whip's new or old as Mr. Lipid
Candy paint job lookin' surpy
Canvas top on my Cougar Mercury
In me nut me like to swing eight's
Two more whip's is European V8's
I buys T-O-Y's
4.6's, 745's
Excursion's, Navigator's
Put slump in 'em and wake up the neighbors
Shake up the neighbors everytime they see me
I make toys appear like a genie
Any time I see the boys
I dose, get ghost in one of my toys
Come on everybody let's all get down
To this old-school sound with that K-Lou pound
It goes a 1-2-3, 3 to 2-1
Can't leave my house without packin my gun
I see niggaz dying
Mamas crying
They say "keep packing Dre" I said "ugh, you lying"
Man, I hope they don't try to strike him out
Have him doing big time in Suzy's house
Hard times is coming to my town
Graduated from the pen, no cap and gown
Cuz back in '85, school was soup
I rolled in trues and vogues, so I sold goop
Oops-up-side my head
Next thing I know, I'm doing time in the feds
Big spreads- with macks and killas
415s and Black Gorillas
On the rilla -ugh- it's nothing pretty
Can't get caught slipping laying under the titty
Gotta be a savage, can't be no jerk
Boy, I do's dirt
And I'm a cold piece of work
You's a smirk
And you're scared to get down
You better do the hokey-pokey and turn yourself around clown
It's going down
I thought you smelt it
Niggaz PH-in and they just can't help it
I keep sucka-reppelent
Cuz suckas is tellin
Keep it coming out they throat, I grab my coat and I'm bailing
Two years ago- a cuddy of mine
Had to do some time 'cuz a nigga dropped a dime
I'm super-sucka-free
And they can't fuck with me
Cuz I'm a R-O-M-P from the C-R-E-S-T
We- gets dumb
You know how we come
Making up words like shitty-run-fun
Shitty-run-fun? Yeah, is you with me?
That's when your stomach is bubbling and your booty is drippy
Sticky, gooey
Smoke it with the Louie
Step in the throne looking real rag-gooey
Oooowwheeee...! that's how I sound
[Verse 1]
Dream, scheme thats what I tell bitches
These punk niggas get pressed like twelve inches
I smell stinches, I been in the trenches
But they're still staring in my grill like dentures
I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's
Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina's
I be the cleanest when I step into the arena
Committing felonies, fuck some misdimeanors
Have you seen her? She ran off renegadin'
She tried to juice me, but aint no lemonadin'
Or eliminating, I be the last man standing
Sharp like Shannon, Rich like Gannon
I'm four deep at Brandons, and they aint understanding
I do a J.R. Ewing, or Knots Landing
Mac Dre, I'm one nice dream
And I'll make your brain melt like ice cream
[Chorus 2x]
I'm Livin' It, distribute it
The streets are inhibited
By cut throat niggas just like me that out there getting dividends
[Verse 2]
I always feel like somebody's watching me
But aint droppin' me or poppin' me or stoppin' me
Got animosity
For the way these notches be
Constantly, Jockin' me
But fail to pay me properly
I'm Stuck up in the clouds high velocity
Gone off that brocoli, and every hoe that I could see
I'm steady poppin' P, Its like rockin' D
I put the whamy on it nigga now I'm clockin' G's
More than Monopoly, boy this a knockin' beat
More game than Socrates, the champ boy when I compete
That constant be, poppin' E
When I drop a hee, its a knock when I drop boy and rock the beat
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
The turntables might wobble but they wont fall down
Its on, back hooked with Mac Mall now
We stack tall now, dope as raw pile
Pow, listen to that faggot scream OW
We gon' leave him leaking in the middle of the isle
Now they're wondering how to explain it to his child
Drunk with a smile, while staggering
Poppin' at a beezy, so I can have her in
A strip club, its uh... natin
Black, caucasion and even Asian
I'm leaving taste in her mouth, blowing ace in her house
To the face in her house, is you safe in her house?
Real niggas
(Let's make this official, baby)
Real before rappin
Respect before success
[ Harm ]
I've been down
For oh so long
Starin at these prison walls
I want you to...
Step in my 150s for a minute
Step in my shoes
Walk in my shoes
Yeah
Just want you to see things like how I see em
You know
This's for all my niggas out there
Check it out
Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell
C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell
Punk police cowboy from Texas
Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast
It's 5: 15, he must be psycho
Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go
I cussed him out, he gave me distance
And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance
Now these muthafuckas wanna do it the rough way
Five C.O.'s is what it takes to cuff Dre
Straight to the hole, but it ain't no thang
My celly got dank, so I'm Kool & The Gang
See the lt. for the disposition
28 days commissary restriction
2 days later back on the main line
Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine
25 cartons, now I'm straight
Keep 17, and the homeboys 8
Cop some hop, start back boomin
Got em sendin money on the Western Union
2 fat gramms of that china white
Gon' have these dopefiends tryin to fight
Grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank
And 5 whole packs for some hoops to drink
Now I'm chillin in my cell lookin out the window
Drinkin pruno, smokin indo
Grabbed my shank, but when I'm finsta bounce
They lock a nigga down for resistance counts
Look at Jack Brooks while I'm waitin
Might even do a little masturbatin
Trippin off that bitch Dominique
I bust one quick while my celly sleep
Doors rack open, now it's time for movement
Goddamn pruno got a nigga too bent
Bounce to the movies with my homies
The title sound good, but the shit was phoney
Damn cigarettes won't let me breathe
Niggas gettin restless, wantin to leave
The lights flash on, quick as fuck
Somebody in the bathroom just got stuck
If he makes it, he'll be lucky
Six inch blade stuck straight in gutry
25 cops rush the spot
Now I got one-time on my jock
Stash my shank underneath the seat
And make sure no blood is on my feet
Punk police wanna take me down
They put me on the wall and they shake me down
Now it's back to the block strapless
But I got two mo' in my matress
One mo' time I peep the cops
Fuckin with them boys from Great Street, Watts
I said, "Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone"
Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone
Called my bitch, but she showed me no love
Got on the phone, shot me a cold dove
She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat
But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat
I'm goin through it
Yeah
Y'all real niggas know
Yeah muthafucka
I done been there and back boy
I could tell you the story from rags to riches
How I did time with fags and snitches
That's real
It's really real
It's no drama
It's really real
Yeah
Y'all niggas better go to school
Tryina fuck with this nigga here, man
It's the real
Yeah
Dick Down
Freaky D
Baby Rah
T-Endo
My niggas
Ty-Ty
Doin that federal shit
Freak
Freak, don't worry about nothin, man
I've been down
For oh so long
Starin at these prison walls
Yeah yeah
This is a money-motivated song, man, right?
If you're allergic to paper
You might not fit in when niggaz gon' have do a caper, man
Yeah
We ain't allergic to paper, man
So we gon' try to turn you niggaz around, man
Yamean?
Yeah
We gon' try to motivate y'all to get your money
Cause we money-motivators
[Verse 1: Dubee]
The way I steer up out this here bitch, so detrimental how a
PS real click with that double r (? ) partner
530, I'm dirty, hate to say it
Represent turf tight and tight with major players
With mo' seasoning, suckers be sneakin in the circle
Urkle niggaz soakin every line, still ain't with the verbals
Get to hoppin hurdles like Jesse Owens in the fast
Return-type tactics so quick shakin that past
In they entourage bitches be hazy like the samurais
Get the mullah, stay savage and suave
Now is that savage? Well certainly
Still I keep it global
Multiple skyscraper paper, unknown total
Who we? Who that be? Dubee, ask your peoples
I leave Sasqwatch footprints and keep it off the heezo
Cizzo please, it ain't no need in hawkin
Ain't no please believe, I breathe (? ) back - yamean?
[Chorus]
The way I feel about loot
Ooh, it ain't no doubt about it
I'm a thug
[Verse 2: PSD]
Say how you do, sir?
Well, everything is everything, how 'bout you, brah?
Man, I'm tryin to get my paws on some loot, sir
If it ain't scratch it ain't shit, how 'bout you, sir?
Yeah that's the truth, brah
Say I'm a natural, call me 7-11
Playboy, it's factual, I stay high as the heaven
I'm like the castle
On the chess boards slide front to backwards
Up and down, side to side, boy, we at this
Me, Dre and Dubee savages in the masses
They call my type of people roguish-ass bastards
I pull a babe in and tell her flip the matress
And get the cash quick
Now player listen, this ain't no test of your broadcast system
Them niggaz PSD and them be comin with em
It ain't no puzzle how I feel about my scrillas
Gotta feed my chil'ens
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
At the building, chilling, living anxious
Waitin for this bitch to deliver some papers
The same routine every day
Get hit then I split the Chevrolet
The 4 15's shake the mirror
When the EB's quake couldn't sound no clearer
Feelin so cool in my old school
Ain't trippin off a bitch, I need some mo' loot
Oh, you ain't know you better check my file
I get stupid doo-doo dumb, don't sweat the style
Me and my niggaz represent the real
Don't think we kill? Bet a 100 dollar bill
I'ma leave a body, no leads or clues
Clepto committee, bitch, we some fools
Killas for the scrilla, sucker, can't you tell?
[Mac Dre]
As the world turns, these are the days of our lives...
So it be told, so it was said... so it was read
Put the kids to bed...
I must warn ya... before I spit this next shit
Parental discretion is strongly suggested
One night I was grindin', out in the rain
Rollers caught me slippin', took a dive in the game
Caught five and some change, shipped to high desert
That's when I met him, this nigga Edgar
This nigga Edgar was cool, soon became my relly
We formed a tight bond, he was more than a celly
Shared with him pictures of me wife and kids
It wasn't no thang, shit, he showed me his
Didn't know he was a fake, a cheesecake
But the story unfolds on Edgar's release date
Edgar went to my house, bumped my bitch
Slept in my bed, and played with my kids
Ain' that a bitch? - I didn't trip, have fun
Just let me talk to my daughter, and my son
Every six-hundred, don't like it no more
And I don't think you really should be callin' no more
Oh no, I'ma have to murder
My dear wife, I'ma have to hurt her
It was a cold gloomy day when I got parole
Caught my man with the powder then I scored me some blow
Then I sat and I drank, got high as Eddie Cane
Prayed to the Lord and went and got my thang
Went to this fool house, in my pick-up
The kids get out at 2: 00, someone will have to pick up
Then sure enough, up they rolled
Never in my life has my blood ran so cold
I didn't care, nor did it matter
It's murder when you fuckin' with my morals and standards...
[Verse 1]
It was a hot night in August, (hot August night), humid
Hit the store to get some O.J. to shroom with
Ooh shitty, I'm in the world's biggest little city
Seen a girl with some big ass titties
Top notch sadditty, punk bitch knew she was pretty
Get goosed in the city, get your purse took
When I stepped in her life she felt the earth shook
Before I spit the first hook, let me lace ya
Fucked her, had her crying like somebody maced her
Gave her a taste of some real macaroni
She swore she would do, anything for me
That's no bologne, baby brought me bread
Freaked me on the freeway on the 80 gave me head
She neva seen, a savage in Tims
Push a S5 sittin' on some Davin rims
[Beat Bridge]
[Verse 2]
Listen, you wouldn't want to miss this
I met this bitch the night before Christmas
Baby made my hitlist Christmas night
She let a nigga hit by Christmas lights
This bitch was tight, just my type
Barely ripe ride a dick like a bike
Eat a dick like pipe quick late night hype
Them the kind of thangs that makes my night
The steak ain't right without the A-1
So I stay dipped in sauce and they come
Like baby did, like that nigga old lady did
Like Karen, Kameka, and Katie did
It's crazy kid
Mommy on my bozac, I'm pimpin and she knows that, nigga wher the hoes at
Bet she neva seen, a sav in Tims
Push a S5 sittin' on some Davin rims
[Beat Bridge]
[Verse 3]
Me and black jesus went to Rosaritas
Seen senoritas eating carnitas
I was rocking my adidas sneakers
Told the waitress give my fajitas
Gold teethas, never speechless
Gave me the number with a Fairfield prefix
Dipped to the cougar, put up the ruger
In the stash spot, a wise maneuver
Put up the cougar, pulled out the MB
California Hot Boy, MD
The boss, that do the firing and hiring
Sweat a broad, I keep them prespiring
She's admiring the way I slide
The way I ride, and her boyfriend lied
She neva seen a sav in Tims
Push a S5 sittin' on some Davin rims
[Ending Chorus x2]
She only see's me with European keys
She only see's me with woodgrain sprees
She only see's me with Champelli trees
[Mac Dre Talking]
C'mon
Let's do it
What it is
Thizz is what it is
unh yea
Another Knocker
Kick This game around like soccer
[Verse 1]
Pull up a chair let me make you a plate
Of this game tha's seasoned like a tasty steak
Since '88 I've been serving them well
I was serving yell when L was rocking bells
Clocking mail get get getting it
Copping it flip flip flipping it
Now I'm spitting it bar for bar
European whipping it car for car
No doe hoe? You know I say no
I need you like jaws need a rain coat
I put dangles stay high as the star spangled
Choke the blood out you bitch get strangled
Get mangled fucking with this pimping
Hot as Lipton Dre Jay Trimpson
You better pay attention it's all gamed up
Peep the bio the file see how I came up
[Hook]
Since '84 I been out there gettin my doe
In the Sco the O and Valley Jo
Getting rich in the Rich and San Jo
Grinding and rhyming and pimpin hoes
Rolling on vogues and Two Fours
Dre trippa got to stay with two hoes
Stay with zippas boy I keep a few O's
Get bossed and say dog she blows
[Verse 2]
When I sweat her I say read my lips
Bring me cheddar bitch bring me chips
Finger tips ass hips and lips
Folow my lead dont ask questions bitch
I want fresh fits from Abecrombe & Fitch
When it's going down the Mac comes and shits
The Mac comes to spit
Let me do it to your ear baby
I'm trying to flip see I do it every year baby
Real off the laddish
Getting my cottage
Cheese geez please beez freeze
Stop it your heading down the wrong path
Fuck making bitch I want a tongue bath
Dumb cash can you do it like me?
Cash a fat check at the bank with no I.D.
Can you blow by me when I'm doing 100?
Smacking slapping in my 500
[Hook]
Since '84 I been out there gettin my doe
In the Sco the O and Valley Jo
Getting rich in the Rich and San Jo
Grinding and rhyming and pimpin hoes
Rolling on vogues and Two Fours
Dre trippa got to stay with two hoes
Stay with zippas boy I keep a few O's
Get bossed and say dog she blows
[Verse 3]
I got cutthroat friends and lots of women
I ride in a Benz but i'll squat a lemon
I want a stuff turkey with all the trimmings
To pay and play extra innings
I'm winning fat lady start singing
I'm finna get the cougnut and start swinging
Skeet dance and eight
And when they run my plates model and make
I'ma shake like I'm riding with a K
Pedal to the medal rarely hit the brake
I love a high speed get away
They wanna get rid of Dre
Put the kid away
But I'm in the day I'm in the 7 series
So quiet you can't even hear the
Engine when I smash the gas
And would you look at all the wood on the dash
[Hook]
Since '84 I been out there gettin my doe
In the Sco the O and Valley Jo
Getting rich in the Rich and San Jo
Grinding and rhyming and pimpin hoes
Rolling on vogues and Two Fours
Dre trippa got to stay with two hoes
Stay with zippas boy I keep a few O's
Chillin At A House Party Me And My 40
Chokin Of Dank Rolled Up In The Paroty
Cock Everywhere I Mean The Bitches Was At That
I'm Peeping The Scene Seeing Who I'm a Mac At
This bitch walked in lookin real prizznity
With No Hesitation I Step To The Brizznity
Said How U Doin Baby Can I Spit At U?
Saucey Young Tender Can I Get At U?
She Must Of Recognize Point Pimpin On Site
Cause She Was Jocking Md For The Rest Of The Night
We Smoked Dank And Drank Tangerey I Said Baby R U Sure U Can Hang With Dre?
With The Party Still Poppin We Shook The Spot
Cut To My Room And I Took The Cock
For 25 Mins Md Was Shoving it
And She Was Screaming My Name And I Can Tell She Was Lovin It
Cock Was Thrusted
Nutz Was Busted
In This No Good Bitch That Some Nigga Trusted
Pulled Up My Pants And She Put On Some Lipstick
Went Back In The Party Feeling Pimperistic
I Could'ntHelp But Notice That This Nigga Was Stairng
I Thought He Was Trippin Off The Clothes I Was Wearing
But He Stepped To Md And Said Was Up Punk U Been Fuckin My Bitch And Now I Want Some Fun
I Said I'm Not With The Drama So U Can Save The Theatrical
I Macked On Your Bitch Cause She Appeared To Be Mackable
But Instead Of This Nigga Being Real On A Playa
He Took A Step Back And Tried To Steal On A Playa
I Said Look Fool Nobody Smashes Dre
I Though These Things Like Young Cassius Clay
With One Blow I Sent The Punk To The Floor
And Said Get Your Ass Up If U Want Some More
These Niggas Ran Up They Must Of Been His Crew
Now Tell Me What The Fuck Was I Supposed To Do
Cut To The Room And Got The M Double A
So I Can Get These Muthafuckas From Up Out Of My Face
Let Off A Ratatat
Hopped In My Cadillac And Burned Long Rubber On Them Suckaz I Got Outta That
I Got My Choppa On My Left With My Finga On The Trigga
Rollin In A Glass House Feeling Like That Nigga
Suckaz Started Static Last Night Now I'm Searchin
Finen Put Some Work In
Yak Got Me Purkin
Seen This Sucka Posted With His Bitch At The Liquor Store
Put In The Clip And Go
Didn't Mean To Hit The Ho
Fully Automatic Mac 11 Spittin Fast
Make Sure I Get That Ass Then I Hit The Gas
Punch It To The Hood Switchin Up Now I'm Back
Rollin In The Lac Still Sippin Yak
Rollers To Their Right Get Behind Me I Don't Trip
They Lookin For A Nigga In A Chev I Don't Slip
High Speed Chase If The Want To Harrass Me
Put The Lights On Switch Lanes Then Pass Me
Have Me Kinda Noid But No Longer Am I Spooked
And Man Like I Said If They Jacked Me They Was Juked
Creep To The Spot Where The Homeboys Romp
Niggas On The Dice Gettin Paid Shootin Twamps
30 Mins Later Pockets Fat Now I'm Kool
Steppin Out The House Niggas Scream Get That Fool
Suckaz Smash Up In The Duce And The Squirrel
3 Ball Heads And A Nigga With A Curl
Bullets Let Loose I Get It In The Chest
Fools Smash Off creaming Trick Fuck The Crest
Waitin For The Muthafuckin Ambulance
Thinkin To Myself I Don't Stand A Chance
Dizzy And My Breathing Is Impossible
Next Thin I Know I'm At The Hospital
Wakin Up Hurt Fresh Out The Trauma
Lookin At My Bitch And My Babys Momma
They Tryin To Act Kool But I know They Hate It
My Babys Momma Says Damn Dre U Bearley Made It
Straight Towed Back Sorer Than A Muthfucka
Thinkin To Myself Man I Gotta Smoke Anotha Sucka
Chillin, Illin Back On The Street Strapped With My Gat Layin In The Back Seat
Got A White Boy Drivin Lookin Like A Nerd
Rollin In A Fucked Up Thunderbird
Got My Gloves On Hoodie And My Mask In Madder Than A Muthafucka Fin To Some Blasting
We Hit This Dope Track Like We Lookin For Some Rocks
And I Hop Out The Back Door And Quickly Get To Poppin
Suckaz Start Droppin And I Stop Cappin
And Hop Back In Just Like Nothin Happend
I'm Puttin In Work Killin Fools Dissin
