Lyrics:
stops
Yo, go on and give my man his props
If you're really that down then act what you say
KRS and Chuck need support today
I see you posing with
face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
She like my style, she like my flows
It ain't no chuck involved, she knows
I
face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
She like my style, she like my flows
It ain't no chuck involved, she knows
I
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
a fly-by
It is I, mindin' my own mind
Father time be the boss cOMES AT A COST
He aint never lost fAME IS FAKE
CAUSE IT FADES pop the fame bubble
Cause he
mobile)
This for my niggas with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my
Gold Daytonas
(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)
Ride with it on us
(You know we got it) yeah
Gold Daytonas (why are you mad? What
the nine
First I took two clips and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I
spit before
I'm a blessing momma told me that when I was turning four
Coming with the force
Never question my form
Nigga why u hating for
I got dirt
and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I
would cheer for me she kept it real for me
When I die will they carry my legacy
Or when they bury me will they Chuck Berry me
When I die will they
Shorty gave me tight head without shrinkin' it
Coolest kid out, on my Chuck Inglish shit
Mac and Vinny, always get the people loose
Fall back, strike
that's where you get sacked at
Fire too hot like Crisco, pop, pop
I got enough cream for the whole café
No Hard Rock
'Member having rocks in my timbos
Ran
ross
Nope that he start running, been feining to let this bitch off
I got 'em pissed off by the way my pockets filled up
"Oh shit, what the fuck was
ain't no lackin'
My baby, she brought her buddy now we got action
Yeah, any time, any place, I'm like Janet by Jacksons (yeah)
I'm like Omar with
about that, nigga?
Yeah!
You been fucked by a mac
I take that dick with a arch in my back
I throw it back
You got a bitch?
I'll blow that bitch off
the escalade
pop on niggas that be showin me shade.
But only for the Rule cause thats my baby.
Got me down ass bitch with red hair that dont care.
Blaze by
and that's my twin play it back cause when I was
11 when I learnt about the kay
By the age of 12 I be hating niggas way
Load the Mac 11 hallow tips and then I
Hit em with a Left, Right, Quartercircle Uppercut
Got the skill like Little Mac, watch me hit a Tuck and Run
You phony clowns won't mess around with
fucks ain't got no gat
I don't even think y'all niggaz ain't seen no blood
I can tell by the way y'all act
I can tell how you talk ain't 'bout no war
gonna be one of them lovely days
[2]Chorus
[Mac Mall]
Mama used to put my clothes on layaway
Now I'm dipped everyday and every C-note got big face
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
(skrrt)
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah (swag, swag)
Twenty bad bitches, got them all up in my Thanos Car (Thanos Car)
They see I got the drip when my Crocs tell me I'm
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