Mac Dre Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Sac to the Boonies

f/ Luni Coleone

 

 

 (Mac Dre)

 It's that California Livin', Young Black Brotha

 Boatin' that '73 Chevrolet burnin' rubberrrr

 Like my nigga, Rich the Fact

 Nigga it's the Mac in the back of the ‘Lac

 Soakin' tact, big indo many clouds of smoke

 Make old school dance when I dip and yoke

 It's like M-A-C D-R-E 

 Way up in KC with the boy Arby

 Yeah biatch, it's presidential

 On the under chronic comin' through in a rental

 I'm undetected, I come protected

 Two 4-4 pistols, a mask and vest biatch

 Down and dirty, the cuddies call me Curty

 From Mark and Leonard to Howard Hurty?

 From Missouri don't worry we keep it ragooey

 MD and Luni, from Sac to the Boonies

 

 (Chorus)

 We gangsta niggas ready for some tension

 Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'

 Pimpin' what does it mean?

 Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)

 

 (Luni)

 They call me Coleone thug real McCoy

 I'm a rider bout mine cuz trust ya boy

 Get shit crackin' like eggs in a pan on fry

 This do or die lifestyle got my brain on high

 I hit the city streets mean mug, chip on my shoulder

 Young punks they mug back but ain't no balls in these soldiers

 I'm in the Mid-West, KC, N-O-K-C

 Every show, every in-store the hoe framed me

 Coleone (got game?) Hell yeah by the pound

 Niggas hate (On my name)

 Cuz they hoes crack smiles (What a shame)

 Pimp nigga how ya do that there

 Talk a bitch up out her check book and the weave in her hair

 I bust rap cats in lips on a square ass nigga

 Getting grub in an old school with a dent in the fender

 Me and Mac Dre bitch stayin' on our toes

 What, what, what, what they call me Coleone!

 

 We gangsta niggas ready for some tension

 Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'

 Pimpin' what does it mean?

 Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)

 

 (Mac Dre)

 We global, travel the bubble duckin trouble

 Don't make us get the bury body shovel

 We vicious, dumpin' bodies in ditches

 And runnin pimp game on these punk ass bitches

 

 (Luni Coleone)

 Yeah, I'm the mack of the year like placa bitch

 My guys they drive by with the best of the clip

 Coleone, young creeper flippin shit like chitlins

 Ragglin, scragglin, and cappin' I'ma handle my business 

 

 (Mac Dre)

 We dog niggas, straight hog niggas

 Well connected and when we call niggas

 It goes down, down, bodies bein' found

 Gangsta mack shit that's how we clown

 

 (Luni Coleone)

 And we down, like 4 flex on a fucked up hoopty

 Big bread and get big head from a fine ass hoochie

 They call me, nah fuck it can't waste my time

 Nuts hangin like cellulite on yo' grandma's thighs

 

 We gangsta niggas ready for some tension

 Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'

 Pimpin' what does it mean?

 Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)