Lyrics:
so much racist hatred shit not being accepted by the crazies and drizzies Dre Dre He So So Dro How could you diss tho' Yo You Don'T Even Know How Sick
so much racist hatred shit not being accepted by the crazies and drizzies Dre Dre He So So Dro How could you diss tho' Yo You Don'T Even Know How Sick
a mothafuckin' wack
The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back
Do you want some of this?
Hell no
Dre the mothafuckin' doctor
Well for
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
And a "Way-to-go" from your label every day, lookin' boy
Hey, lookin' boy, what you say, lookin' boy?
I get a "Hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy
I'ma work for
of the night
They say: Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite
Cuz I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos
A Mack named Dre and I'm poppin the most
18, makin'
Dre?
You went there looking for me?
Boo, that excuse is too lame
Keep playin' me, you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, lying sl-, you
Intro
Yoh dre Mac
wah gwan ratty T
long time we a go fi this enu
fi real man
an you no say we nahh Waite doh
No time go feat now
ratty
kické inspiré par Dre (I've rapped, inspired by Dre)
Sit back relax
J'ai kické inspiré par Biggie (I've rapped, inspired by Biggie)
You're successful for
to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop,
a party song
Honored guests, listen up (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Where you goin'? Where you goin'? Take a shot!
Music so loud hopin’ they don’t call the cops! (Ayy!)
breath won't lead to young death
Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin'
For a nigga labled as bein' A mothafuckin' aillian
But you don't know me, a record
Pat, and DJ Screw
Big Stretch, and Seagram, Big L, and Guru
Freaky Tah, Jam Master Jay, yeah
Mausberg, Soulja Slim, and Mac Dre
Big Hawk, Chinx Drugz,
and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in
and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in
at the end of the night
They say: Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite
'cause I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos
A Mack named Dre and I'm poppin
how late you wanna stay out?
It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit
Sovereign, get random
You gotta lose yourself in the music
Stop thinking Nike just do it
Mac Dre, we bout to get stupid
Yo, yo, yo keep it movin'
Put your
don't see me you juss see the M-I-are-A-G-E of me
And my ax as i crizack your back
For fuckin with the Mac, you dirty ass rat
See, I could be
the buttsniffer
(Chorus)
Hi, kids do you like Anus?
I let Dr. Dre fill up my butt for one chance to be famous (Uh huh)
want to copy me and do exactly like I did
your stereo (yeah)
now Dre Dog account for cash, whoop that ass,
make the blast, (hahahaha) with a sinister laugh
(chorus)
[fuck you, Dre Dog, you
a way a nigga straight be getn the grit
Microphone master Mac Dre is the name
I got donkey for a bitch and when I?m slangin the thang
Hoes go delirious
you somethin' bitch for fuckin' me?
(Bitch) Get a grip, misery love company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin'
If I was up on that stage
Would you clap for me
Would you know every single song
And just sing with me
I know I'm asking hella questions
I need
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