Lyrics:
live inside a circus town
Blunts by the boxes and it's nothing but that chronic
Like it's Dr. Dre in '92, depends what I climb into
So astronomical my
tell it by the odor, I keep that nino with the mac hid underneath the sofa, so if you ridin slngin tricks I suggest a coma, dem pussy niggaz want me dead
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it
Then so be it, 'cause nowadays
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
Yeah, wassup?
Lil' Jon and my muthafuckin' nigga
Mac muthafuckin' Dre
Yeah, let's go
It's been a minute since they heard you, Dre
Check this out
Ridin blowin loud
Don't get mad ur sht mild/
Manne, It's time to turn up
b*tches reaching for da dial/
n*gga how u like me now
Gettin money by
ya need?
hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro
a sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel
Mac Dre--
We in a 7 series beema its me
young Mac Dre, mayne, it just don't stop
There ain't a piece of pussy that I cant get
Hoes on my dick like stank on ****
They just love they way, I
re-actin'
Animal attraction
You fiends is relaxin'
Hit it once and back spin
Mac slap the captain
Body bag the boss man
You don't want it to happen
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
what ya need?
Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue camaro
A sparrow dodging arrow but not a double barrel
Mac Dre--
We in a 7 series beema its me
[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
motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre"
First rhyme that I memorized, played it 'bout 100 times
Learned every fucking line, stuck up in my crazy mind
[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,
side, Kim K
White girl, through The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin
better by the view
22 Chainz like I'm Slick Rick
Chilling with thick bitch
And we finna get low
Yeah I'm tryna dig shit
Uncle Luke n Mac Dre yeah I'm
Chiggidy-check, microphone check three
You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get their scrap on,
Chiggidy-check, microphone check three
You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get their scrap on,
with some game man
Gotta keep your game tight if ya want to make it man
Simply Dre':
If it don't make dollars, don't make sense
I'm just a playa
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
produced by Dr. Dre but that's the past
Believe it now, you play with Dre's name, I'm on your ass
Rollin' on the 1-0-5 (1-0-5)
I don't drink when I
say
Ridin' round with my top down
And my shit all I play
This shit sound even better
When you got on beats by Dre
Tell me what you know bout dis
Tell me
Face thizzin like I'm Mac Dre
You don't want smoke nigga you an ashtray
5k in a day ain't a bad day
Bro quick to get you gone like oy vey
Aye face
babe it's Friday
Hit some traffic on the by way
Sliding thru the bay puffin on some haze
Puffin on some grapes
Make a thizz face like Mac Dre, Mac Dre
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