Mac Dre Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Iz Real

f/ Messy Marv

 

 [Messy Marv]

 Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes

 cuz half these rap niggas is fake

 cousin we bang hard even behind bars

 with c.o's and guards, my niggas run the yard

 they knocking' Messy Marv, cuz the dope so clean

 415, B.G.F, crips, and 14

 im a top hat rap cat you niggas locals

 and couldn't recognize the game with bi-locals

 im big shit and operation by a coastle

 and the mob woke up when we suppose to

 keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke

 keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke

 aint no jobs niggas so we forced to sale dope

 and roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke

 I hit yo house party jeweled and bandana

 im from the Cartel the real Tony's Montana's

 we put drums and bananas on iz real

 hood nut niggas spencing on e pills

 i could see the niggas head bitch had him

 so i let the 50 cal get with him

 I keep it real I don't rap about fake shit

 its California man we draw down and take shit

 I don't rap about fake shit this California man we draw down and take shit

 

 [Mac Dre]

 Hoop out the coo-nut, change over to the range rover

 mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower

 I aint sober im ripped and tilted

 half of it the remi but nigga i killed it

 damn near spilt it on my encey cloths

 its the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes

 20 inch doe, wood grain, leather, strapped riding

 with a eagle in the desert

 its the Mac almighty, Andre Hicks

 and aint a punk rock bitch that i cant get

 and nigga I cant trip on making nothing but my scrill

 and that iz real , like a iz pill

 and i will kill, put one to yo liver

 im a pimp nigga taking everything you give up

 flossing while you suckas is starving

 im eating crab and crust-striations

 with my nigga Messy Marvin