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The Mac & Mac Dre

Cherry to Peach, peach to the plum

Rite bout now I'm about to get dumb

I'm a young black brotha 4rm the V town city

Records for my uzi, hot dogs and smity

My homeboy's Sease on a Cold Crest Cut

To all u bitches I like to say Wats Up

Freak females, with that whale tale

If u wanna real man, baby come to Vallejo

3 feet down is were I kick at

Yes baby doll, u no I spit that

Game to your brain, Mac Dre's is tha name

I you feinin for my rhymes like dope from Cane

Oh yea, I'm quite a dictive, it's madatary 4 me to spit this

Mac Dre that big ol playa

So much game I need to run 4 Mayor, or even President

Just livin large, Ooo they wood hate 2 see a brotha in Charge

Drivin round town with the system Jammin

They woodn't understand to hear the president slammin

With the dead presidents or I'm stackin yah

I gotta make me another flip a maximum

Celluar phones, hot bedroom homes, and a 14th carco Microphone

I like to send a romp shot to my homeboy D

Put the R to the O to the M to the P

Just a little somethin to make u bug

Get romped out and put a hole in the rug

Wheather in a car or at a party

Don't be scared to dance like marty

Put a double romp boggie in your behind

Pay close attention while I spit this rhyme

I don't drive a caddy, cause I'm not betty

I like to drive round town in a tite ass chevy

With 2inch white walls, yea that's rite ya'll

Call me on my beeper, leave a code I mite call

And if not I'll see you in the traffic

On my way to make my money and stack it

It's the same everyday, everday is the same

I'm just a young playa with so much game, Mac Dre

And don't u 4 get, Fonky Fonky Fonky Fonky

Dope rhymes wat u get 4rm Mac D.R.E.

Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E.

Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E.

The Mac, it's wat my name, nigga talk down cause I'm so dam famous

But I ain't trippin, I keep on Mackin, keep on pimpin, I keep on stackin

Them green dollars that u no I no I do

Makin these fonky ass songs for you

I went to Claim Bay, for a little of practice

Now that I'm back UH! I'm at this

Police still jack, I just laugh

They say wheres the dope, I say u want a autograph

I use a ink pen to sell my drug

I'm gonna keep on writin 4 the bitches and thugs

With a white, black, or u can slap um

Give me a drug beat, and we'll be partyin

I'm just like that, I ain't trippin

And if the bitch is fine, then I'm spitin

Cause in the party I'm a horny muthaphucka

Gurls in tite jeans don't press your luck bout

Step to like a pimp, then shot u to the telly then do yah

Yea u no the Mac is real retarded

Bout is fonk as a fat man farted

I don't slow down, I just speed up

A yo Mac Dre fire the weed up

Cause I really flow, when my eyes get low

Or I'm really really jucied at a Mac Dre song

Wat ever the equation my eyes are red

Fat 40 in the hand, and beleive I said that

Been an alcohlic since the age of 13

Believe my brotha I'm a dope fein

I need Ol E, that's my pipe

My mouth is a flame, I heat up the mic

And in a battle, I'm sure as corshin

And if your really talkin shit then I'l str8 up tourch ya

He flows down, hah, I'm 4rm the V town

I'm bout to heat up, turn the beat up

Now I'm short ya'll and I like to thank ya'll

4 comin out, so fire up the dank ya'll

And blow the smoke out at the same time

So I can get a tic, while I'm spitin my rhyme

I'm out of hear, bout I'll be back

Listen to this fonky ass dope track

Bout the Mac and don't u forget it

Fonky Fonky Fonky dope rhymes that u get 4rm the M.A.C.

The M.A.C. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E.

I'm the M.A.C. I'm the M.A.C.

Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E.

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