Lyrics:
T.W.D.Y. - Player's Holiday
F/ Mac Mall & Too Short
[Too $hort]
What?
You say what?
The president did what?
Ah man, that's hey, that's all good baby
[ Young Haskell ]
Feels good to me
The way that we get down
[ VERSE 1: Mac Mall ]
I appreciate sacrifices you made
And chances you took
MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck on the dick, now the bitch
And Mac Mall's here, homey that can move the crowd
So what the deal with you nigga, you could cross the town
Put the squeeze on the haters, ain't no
And Mac Mall's here, homey that can move the crowd
So what the deal with you nigga, you could cross the town
Put the squeeze on the haters, ain't no
wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My
Awhh yeah
Break me off some of the real players shit
What's up motherfuckers? This is Khayree
And I posted at this here
Spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall
Ray
a slut
G's over breezies, yeah nigga, what's up?
[ VERSE 1: Mac Mall ]
Some more of it, how you want it, patented and proven potent
Pockets bulgin,
that real-ass nigga you been runnin from
Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare
While the black babies die without health care
[ Mac Mall ]
Now
Pull up to the mall and cop a new watch (new watch)
Not one but two cups (two cups)
Tell me how you want it like Tupac (Tupac)
I'm on a roll like tube
they like, "No he didn't!"
an in yo face they might tell ya that Mac Mall ain't shit
but that was one big mistake that was made by this chick
see
be, high as I can be
I got racks on me and the Mac on me
I got X on me, nigga
And the packs on me, nigga
You don't know me, nigga
There's somethin'
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it's no tomorrow
(Show out) Gucci, Louie,
featuring Da Unda Dogg Dangerous Dame JT the Bigga Figga
[Da Unda Dogg]
Whassup boy?
[Mac Dre]
What's happening playa just
ain't nothin' like South Park
Pistol whip you 'til you know the serial number by heart
Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze
Got them
sure my money right (Aye)
1600 on Ralph Lauren, bitch it ain't no cap in a raps
High as hell when up ina the mall, tryna go fuck up a sack, aye
Barry
Freddy)
Hit me on the first when your mail has come
And maybe we can go to the mall or somethin' (to the mall or somethin')
Heavy ass shit for the mob-
Wanna pull up on my side, better be real dog
Cause if you aint then you gonna lose it all
I just got my check and cashed it at the mall
to the mac
Then I went and copped a bat
'Member started with the 'lac
Back then remember that?
We was getting chased by the rock
He caught his own? down
This shit ain't criminal
Gon need bout ten of you
I'm the original if you fuck w me ima finish you
This no subliminal Mac tha don da don dada
like I'm Jeremy
I'm famous, I got popularity
She want me to pull up but I can't by myself
I need security
I pay a nigga to roll with a MAC so I
cops eating my dust
Don't turn around
They look like a clown
This mall full of bozos
While I'm being chased by the police
Wanna make a stop but I cant
touch y'all
Half way niggaz rookies
And will never touch raw
Buy the crack and watch me bring the applause
Blocka, Blocka!
[Mac Mall]
Mac
mothafuckin sunny day
Stayin in my tub like I was told by young Mac Dre
I said in the last I'ma savage when I go up in 'em
Another fuckin hoe be bendin over for
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