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Mac Dre

There Is A Song For You (Bonus Track)

 

There Is A Song For You (Bonus Track)

(アルバム: The Genie Of The Lamp - 2004)


Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass
Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of
There is a song for you
There is a song for you
There is a song for you
There is, there is

They say Benzes roll, Beamers jet, and Caddies keep on dipping
Well, I must be tripping, I'm in a old-school pie flipping
Selling them high, gypping, tending to my pimping
Times slipping, late, I'm on my way
Not enough hours in the day to be Dre
I'm el presidente, I run tings
Tote gun things and never run from things
Braveheart but I'm not Mel Gibson
I'm dope like coke that was cooked in the kitchen
Dabbing revolution, stab it and I'm goosing
Mini-me laptops, many beats that knock
Lotsa hemp, lobster, not shrimp
Big prawns maybe, I pimps on baby
Always shopping, no more hall mopping
Hella Nikes with Gucci, hella nights with coochie

I tell baby play Casper
Be friendly ghost on 'em, after you host on 'em
She a team player, I play coach on 'em
Like a doobie in a joint, play roach on 'em
Won't smoke on 'em
If it ain't dollalala-lalala lotsa notes on 'em
C status, won't holla till it's G status
I'm cutthroat, Three-C savage
Whatever me want, me have it, see me lavish
Your trash might be cash, gimme that, bitch
Like lil mama in labor, I push puss
That's real talk, all scrill talk, cuz cuz
Rather fuck then cut
One G, ah nah, bitch, wasn't enough
And to this day, won't love, won't get paid
And for you, here a song like the bitch say

Now, I could talk a bitch brain out her noggin
And slide across thin ice like toboggans
Wizzle be a fool 'fore we get to smobbing
Bitch, quit sobbing, get a trick dick throbbing
Now, you could be a sidekick like Batman and Robin
On all-star, pimp shit, that beat got her bobbing
Her head, don't stop, like she keep on nodding
And all I do is collect and sell the product
I knock a Baywatch bitch dipped in Prada
And still check all of it, every dollar
And I don't even call but they hear me holla
And yeah that bitch trained to run game on scholars
Get it for your father or don't even bother
A bitch circuits overload, I won't stop her
Bitch nonstop, hold up, robotic
And every piece of dough that bitch touch, I got it

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