Shakin' The Feds

(Album: Mac Dre's The Name - 2001)

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I Drink Heem, And Smoke Green Grass Everyday
And love to play 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
I'm a 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
I'm Running With Those Thug Niggas And Drug Dealas That Bug Niggas That Got Skrilla I'm 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 Faking
I Betta Be Tending To This Pimping And What They Making

[Chorus: x2]
Rollers on Dre But They Can't Catch him Slipping
Yoking It Up Smoking It Up
He's Rollin In The 7-Tre Gas Break Dipping
Shaking The Feds Making 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)
Lusting For Women That's Been Sucking N Fucking Him'n Them'n
Me I Jus Sav It Up Been Going To Hookers Pass The Buck
Master Deluxe Make A Trick Make Money Ass Up
But If The Hoe Don't Listen Then I'm Pullin Her Partner Friends
Who Got Some Ends To Spend Nigga Look I'm In It To Win By All Means
Cause This Rapping Ain't Paying For My G's
I Could Resort To Jacking And Slaying 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 Dealing With Network
Cut-Throat Every Nigga Laugh
Rushing These Hoes Catch Elbows And Jabs
We In The Lab Where It Don't Stop
It's K-I-Gig You Can See Me Checking Chins Serving Dome Shots Smoke Style

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
It's The Big Dog Head Coach I'm That Nigga
Got My Hand On My Gun And My Finger On The Trigga
Playing With My Fab Toys Running From The Bad Boys
(Trippin') Losing Control, I never had Poise
Rugged And Real, Loving 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 Getting Bent
On The Savage Ass One "I Was Collecting My Rent"
The Mac Guy, Triple Stack Guy
Killing 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
Mac Dre So Cold Taking Hoes Money

[Chorus x2]