Lyrics:
to stop the madness
Yo, we in the place
(Now whut's up?)
DJ, pick up the pace
(Now whut's up?)
Gyrate, feel the bass
(Now whut's up?)
What the deal, huh?
Yeah yeah, I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me,
I got the homies with me
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion
Now nigga
[Chorus: Dre]
Leave my heart to the ghetto, rubberbands stuffed all in up, o yeahhh, o yeahh.
Get money (get money), dats the motto, hustle allday
like dat (like dat)
Like dat (like dat) , like dat (like dat)
Like dat (like dat)
I went from mac flippin off a
Mattress on the vilkin lot
To back
Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P
Flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin' down in Cali
Don't' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre
Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P
Flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin' down in Cali
Don't' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre
Yeah, what's up?
Lil' Jon and my muthafuckin' nigga
Mac muthafuckin' Dre let's go
It's been a minute since they heard you, Dre
Check this out finna
Life ain't no game nigga
My bruh got shot by sum gang banggahz
I done been on da corner wit dat cane nigga
In high school wit dat bang nigga
Nigga
to the point
And always got my damn lighter to the mothafuckin' joint
Mac Dre, dope as you ever knew
Taxin muthafuckas like Internal Revenue
Knocken 'em
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood
dat, pop that)
Everything on us now (Twerk dat, pop that)
Turn down for what now (Twerk, twerk dat, pop that)
Bag it up, turn around now (Twerk dat
breath won't lead to young death
Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin'
For a nigga labled as bein' A mothafuckin' aillian
But you don't know me, a record
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
Wriggilin' meat fitter
Gold medal ho hitter
Blue ribbon pink tickler
LIL' SHANK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Tighten up baby, 'cause I'm startin' to push
When it comes
reached up in time (im a superstar)
stand up, step back and take a look
is this really whut I had in mind? (i don't really think so)
I guessed them goals
Luke n Mac Dre yeah I'm on that pimp, shit
Prolly could'a split shit
But you ain't wanna
Back in with the troops feel like uncle Luke
Pull up in a coupe
on the row nigga (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off asshole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
Nigga
Liddle bit of trap
Liddle bit of Pimp, Liddle bit of mac
Yea, I Fuck wit all that
Can u fuck wit all dat
Yea, Yea
I fuck wit All Dat
Can u fuck wit All
Roscoe, see me in traffic of this static with my..
Roscoe who dat little nigga weakin at me like???
Young Roscoe
I brought my Head up high, shorty make it
featuring Da Unda Dogg Dangerous Dame JT the Bigga Figga
[Da Unda Dogg]
Whassup boy?
[Mac Dre]
What's happening playa just
it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get they strap on
Don't nobody cap on slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by
The D-O double-G-Y D-O
Malindy sings.
Ain't you nevah hyeahd Malindy?
Blessed soul, tek up de cross!
Look hyeah, ain't you jokin', honey?
Well, you don't know whut you los'.
Y'
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