Mac Dre Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Be About Yo Doe

-Mac Dre-

 

 I'm the kind of nigga that'll come through and yoke on you

 Burnin rubber in the shitnell, with the 4-0-2

 Dippin, dashin, smashin

 Through the traffic

 Smokin, chokin, hopin,

 I rap it

 Cuz my candy's look wet, three coats of clear

 Miami's on deck with three quartes of beer

 Clownin all the freaks but he still gets jocked

 Bouncin in the seat while the 15's knock

 I'm dipped in butter everybody jocks my style

 Cal hat pulled down to my eyebrow

 Polo geared down

 I'm in her ear now

 Stealin it, she's feelin it, its all clear now

 One more hoe, on my team

 I'm a pimp homeboy, what do you mean

 Its all about scrilla in the land of thugs and killers

 Gangstas, pimps, players, and drug dealers

 

 Chorus 2x

 

 If you, wanna fuck with me

 Be about yo doe, I gots to have doe

 I just want to let you know

 

 Its 2 in the morning and I'm still chasin cash

 Other niggaz in the club, still chasin ass

 Fuck theezat

 I'm all about my screezatch

 I got my fishing pole out trying to ceezatch

 A big fish, I'm hungary, need a big bitch

 I'ma bump a bitch with the quickness

 Boy its just pimpin in my blood

 Bitches, they all give him love

 The Mac name Dre bitch, take it easy

 You fuckin wit a street nigga thats greasy

 I'll buck yo brotha, fuck yo motha

 Keep it on the DL, its all undercover

 I'm a hustler bitch, I pull capers

 I only fuck with thugs that get paper

 Chips, chedda, scrilla, real niggaz, killaz, and drug dealers

 

 Chorus 2x

 

 24 hours, 7 days a week

 I do my thug thang, playin in them streets

 But the game I play really aint no joke

 Come around my way and you might get smoked

 Bullet proof vest's, Chevy SS's

 Come through in a bucket

 The next day in a Lexus

 It's a ghetto life

 I don't have no wife

 Boy I'm married to the game and I handle my

 Business, I'm in this for the money not the honey

 Square bitches spooked, they all run from me

 Dummy, bitch, if you knew better, you do better

 I'ma stay on bitch back like new sweaters

 Mac Dre baby

 Quit talkin crazy

 When you get about some money

 Its all gravy

 Ask my last bitch square, that's all realla

 I only fuck with pimps, killaz and drug dealers

 

 Chorus 2x