Lyrics:
about?
I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out
Sipping on the Crystal
Bitches want to get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
on the Crystal
Bitches wanna get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style
These bitches calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites
mama's cooking spoons
So we could dig a big hole, to try to reach China
And get there by early noon
Our imaginations soared on golden wings
Across
watching
Verse 2 - Mack 10:
I got the hood on smash homey
And though I'm ballin full throttle
I'll never run outta gas homey
I'm so fly as the days go by
mack the knife
A there's a tugboat down by the river don't you know
Where a cement bag's a dropping on down
Woah that cement is just it's there for
Welcome to my trap house sack out, Mack out
Back in the gangsta shit that was missin'
I can't believe
I'm back and forth with my mindstate
I failed
me)
This is a biotch, biotch
[Baby]
Come on nigga
Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks
Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks
The new
First thing first start with a glock
Then step it up to choppas, gauges, then elevens mack 10's
Now your fully equipped to stretch niggaz (like who?)
and touchin tuckin my stuff in the pretty muffin.
but she started huffin and puffin and talk about nothin
the fact I won't get no lovin is fuckin pushin my
you
We peep the card in the steez
We even got the keys to the bed where you rest
Your life is based on stress
So just relax kid because my mack days
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
only friends
It's the Mack, the Mack, the Mack, yeah bitch you knew that
Good game plus the lingo feelin' like the fuckin' vet
How I got the bottle in
do you really trust these hoes?
No I don't (Gang)
Tweet Mack you spend 10k on your clothes?
No I won't (Gang)
Tweet Mack would you ever even fold?
No I
call Ren
(Black guy) Who is it?
(White guy) The black nigga that they call Ren
(MC Ren) Ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a Mack 10
[MC Ren]
Now
Ridin', hoo-bangin' like Mack 10
Back on tha streets again and strapped in
I'm lookin for tha niggas wit tha wrong fingas up
Nigga I don't give a fuck,
bone used to do
Really show em how the repatoir then grew
I cant lie you nigga really fuckin with my vibe
Really pushin buttons man i wonder why you
Чёрные слёзы и это не тушь
Мои парни ain’t pushin P
Они давно толкают Phivy (Gang)
Поэтому с ними, посмотри
Столько лет, а мы верны (faam)
Один за
ones, like x-rays, but I remember a time when crime did pay
But I respect money, and when I look back on them days, it's kinda funny
I was 16 and I'm
Yeah, bitch, I'm layin' down on bean bags finna Rap for yall
Off white carpet hoe and we smokin', please Don't ash on it
Boy we pushin' Martin, man,
Get pealed instant attacks with the macks and niggas get killed
You know how shit is? You know shit is real?
It's just DFB ATP and Adam ville, yeah
the Cadillac
By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack
Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that
And you can keep
Del Rio, oh-me-oh, my but the heffer had
Big juicy lips, wide hips you had to call fat
Stacked back to mack, yo the hooker was all that
And lots
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