Lyrics:
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
with you
That's what the X'll do, have you breaking their backs
Kept hollerin Black Child, Jodie Mack
(0-1, Young Merc)
And you remember that chick,
I'm giving dome shots
Yeah and I can't stop and I won't stop
Unless I won't stop, I want the paper
Like I'm wanted by the cops
The generals salute
to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone
And it's on a motherfucking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause
My raps is tight
You fuckin punks,
money that you makin
Was my champagne tab
Dawg, that's yo' girl? Be cool, relax
I just need her tonight, call the phone
You can get her back
You gon' ball
we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got
became cool? I dunno
Gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite
OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can
I brought the baddest broad in
the weight, dear
Five'll get ya ten old Mack he's back in town
Now d'ja hear 'bout Louie Miller' He disappeared, babe
After drawin' out all his hard-earned
At the wheel there sat a big man he weighed about 2-10
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
Big Joe's the name I told him mine
He said the name of my rig's
ride
(Mac Mall)
Shit, I'll take ya way back
Spittin' game longer than the gateway track
It must have been a blessin' raised as an adolescent
And mack
somehow I kept comin up
Just shy of a ticket
Now I'm doin the most
As a matter of fact I'm doin it all
Cus connect gang bangin mean uhh
Macks
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin be -are-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy,
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
the q the r the s the t the you the v
W, x, y, z, it's bullshit to me
Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
spot 'cause we both got hot?
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be
a ten of nine
I tell you sugar by midnight I'll be flyin'
Flyin' high
Woo, we'll hit the town, we'll have a hell of a time
I'll tell you, honey, by
a ten of nine
I tell you sugar by midnight I'll be flyin'
Flyin' high
Woo, we'll hit the town, we'll have a hell of a time
I'll tell you, honey, by
Oh
Tonight I want to get started
Do what I came to do
I see you checkin'
But see, I'm not really checkin' for you, no
I want to sit back
Join
till she pass out
So don't catch feelings in the morning you're gone
Wifee's off tonight but tomorrow she's back on
It's Iceberg baby, the mack
on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words
in head and plus it might be tonight
Taking care of that case
Real familiar to the dog and cat chase
I'm all for that black, the leveled out mack
c
don't hold it light
Get that dick, it's on tonight
Spit that shit when I'm on the mic
Click-clack, tic tac-toe
Big mack, pimp that ho
Real talk, spit that
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