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Mac Dre

Mac Dre

 

Mac Dre

(album: 16 Wit' Dre - 2006)


I drink Heem, and smoke green grass every day
And love to play in my clean ass Chevrolet
Gas break dip down the strip in a four door
With four hoes, that touch more bread than Togo's
No hobos, I fuck with cream-of-the-croppers
Head doctors with choppers and bomb ass toppers
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 dealers
That bug niggas that got scrilla, I'm Godzilla
Chowchilla, is where they send my hoes
'Cause I make 'em do illegal shit to get my dough
Slit my throat, if you ever see me faking
I better be tending to this pimping and money making

Rollers on Dre but they can't catch him slipping
Yoking it up, smoking it up
He's rolling in the 7-tre, gas break dipping
Shaking the feds, making the bread, ching-ching
Rollers on Dre but they can't catch him slipping
Yoking it up, smoking it up
He's rolling in the 7-tre, gas break dipping
Shaking the feds, making the bread, ching-ching

It's the big dog, head coach, I'm that nigga
Got my hand on my gun, and my finger on the trigger
Playing with my sav toys, running from the bad boys
Flipping, losing control, I never had poise
Rugged and real, loving to spill game to my folks
Hang with my folks, swang with my folks
Drunk, fucked up off 1-5-1
Beat my beezy up and say, "What have I done?"
Gorilla pimp, behind the tent getting bent
On the savage ass grind, always collecting my rent
The mac guy, triple stack guy
Killing them suckers 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

Rollers on Dre but they can't catch him slipping
Yoking it up, smoking it up
He's rolling in the 7-tre, gas break dipping
Shaking the feds, making the bread, ching-ching
Rollers on Dre but they can't catch him slipping
Yoking it up, smoking it up
He's rolling in the 7-tre, gas break dipping
Shaking the feds, making the bread, ching-ching

done

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