Lyrics:
like a crane
Mac-11 claat try sight when e aim
Silent killa right a yuh lane
How you say yuh bad? You jus' a pose picture frame
Mek a empty di drum
(Xanan-nan-nan, uhm)
Mac Mac Mac
Pocah
(Xanan-nan-nan)
Me leva pra casa
Que hoje eu 'to safada
Cheia de vontade de sentar pra esse novin'
aperçu sur le balcon
Sativa
Ça chill en quête
Début septembre, j'réponds plus au phone j'suis comme Mac Miller
Ça slide
J'laisse suite aux vibeurs
Skit
Sur
I got Xans, xans, xans mac in my hand
I got xans, xans, xans what I tell you
Baby I do not need you, I do it for my people
On the block I was selling
5-1-7, Mac-11
Pop your fucking head, bitch
2-11, riding Chevys
Drop it off your ass quick
9-11, building seven
Crumpling like my casket
Ducking
problem
I ain't going to MickyD's
But i be getting my Mac On
Every bar is a code
I'm a musical python
Look I ain't going to MickyD's
But i be getting my
clipse we got straps
I go dumb off the shits fully Mac’d
I said bitch where you at
Don’t make me fucking run up you get splats
We got guns we got clipse
(Substitute) I can see right through your plastic mac
(Substitute) I look all white, but my dad was black
(Substitute) my fine linen suit is really made out
(Substitute) I can see right through your plastic mac
(Substitute) I look all white, but my dad was black
(Substitute) my fine linen suit is really made out
babies in your hands
And the old man playing checkers by the trees
Mac Arturh Park is melting in the dark all the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone
alright with me
Jesus is still alright, oh yeah
Jesus is still alright with me
Jesus is still alright
Toby Mac, and the Mac is back no slack
On a DC
seven Mac 11's, about eight
38's, nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, the shits never ends
You can't touch my riches, even if you had
MC Hammer and them 357
another (yeah)
How long will they mourn me?
How long will they mourn, my brother (rated R, Double Jeopardy, MAC-10)
Damn, a nigga tired of feelin' sad
town
Rappin' like a Mac 10, as soon as I begin
The only way to stop the stealin'
Is throw me in the pen
But that will never happen
'Cause I'm just
alright with me
Jesus is still alright, oh yeah
Jesus is still alright with me
Jesus is still alright
Toby Mac, and the Mac is back no slack
On a DC
babies in your hands
And the old man playing checkers by the trees
Mac Arturh Park is melting in the dark all the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone
releases this stress.
Give me the game and watch me run with it like Hardaway.
Raise the Mac-11 and see how many wants to die today.
I don't play no
the cock
I mack, kick back, and stack that cash
I throw these things fool, don't make me tap that ass
The Mac named Dre is the man for real
Hoes want
blessed and hung low, like Bernie Mac (Bernie Mac)
Dogs, let 'em out, women, let 'em in
It's like I'm ODB, the way I'm freaking (uh, uh)
Gonna get
blessed and hung low, like Bernie Mac (Bernie Mac)
Dogs, let 'em out, women, let 'em in
It's like I'm ODB, the way I'm freaking (uh, uh)
Gonna get
Yuk, what, thug lord, regime
West coast, Yukmouth, Mac Mac, uh, check
(Verse 1: C-Bo)
Mission arrives upon all means, all the cream
Baddest bitches
a slut
G's over breezies, yeah nigga, what's up?
[ VERSE 1: Mac Mall ]
Some more of it, how you want it, patented and proven potent
Pockets bulgin,
on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off
That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached
steppin' in
I remember being broke
Used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 'round me
Dumb head, it's gon' spin the Benz
Keep tryna play with the gang
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