Lyrics:
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
[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,
you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch when my album hit the streets; niggas can't see me!
Niggas can't see me
They can't see me
Which
Oak
Shalom alechem, lad' die AK-47 und starte 'nen Chaosverbrechen
Warnung an Rap-Camps, satan el diablo, sag hallo zur MAC-10
Full Metal-Ammo macht
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
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Dre
Men Ice-a-lot fikk pusha masse beats i The Bay
Til folk som Assassin og Mac & A.K.
Det var underground shit lite radio play
Men hey du vet at Image
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
how it kill it with these instrumentals
And he ain't swerving out in these rentals
Niggas know I tear the streets up
I think she mad cause I'm just
ever stop
Scott LaRock heard a dope story
About him from the Blastmasta
Out west RIB mac Dre & The Jacka
When we die it plants new seeds
For new Big Bank
the building and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I'ma do it for the Bay
Okay, getting paid, we'll holler whenever that stop
My team good, we don't
[KRS-One]
You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what time it is!
Xzibit steps up to the mic
layin down
Mac Dre go stupid to dumb
Ridin in the whip and we're cruisin on the one
Summertime vibes it's a beautiful night
Got this pretty lady with me and she
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
named Cali
Her sister name is Sally
Their father rich as shit
I made that bitch by me some Ballys
Street hottest youngin'
Bring the heat like Pep Rallies
mothafuckin sunny day
Stayin in my tub like I was told by young Mac Dre
I said in the last I'ma savage when I go up in 'em
Another fuckin hoe be bendin over for
Aminé never fold (true)
I'm back on, back on, back on shit
They thought was hard, I passed on, bitch
I'm Dre I get my Mac on
If that ass is fast I
chains, no rings
They love the way my eyes gleam
No shades, no frames
I’ma stunna though, yadadimean
RIP to Mac Dre
From So Cal up to the Bay
We get it
brought Ice Cube back
And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'ma see you in the streets, don't at me
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
in bed
With no covers
Such hooligans
Tell me who made these rules up
Such foolishness
Side show
This is Mac Dre
Gettin stupid
Bitch
I just want
and shit
Bro nem new, we jacking shit
Lotta nigga's mad as shit
'Cuz we ain't on no average shit
We ain't with the acting shit
50 in the mac and shit
Dre in
best of friends
They in bed
With no covers
Such hooligans
Tell me who made these rules up
Such foolishness
Side show
This is Mac Dre
Gettin stupid
Bitch
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