Lyrics:
[Chuck D]
Damn back again up on track again
Some of why'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set
Out of sight out of mind
Hyprocites
Like an Eagle
Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck
And you don't want no motherfuckin'
poverty was real
We got excited just to window shop
I was you before you nigga
Back when Nintendo drop bare knuckle brawls
My daddy was beatin' niggas
Up
Prophesying metaphor for Chuck M out of Nappyville
You know, smarter descendant of martyrs
Cush in my Moorish veins before three-fifths of men were bartered
wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make
But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for dray and
"Klap your hands now"
Bon voyage, look out below cos umm
I got my socks on,
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
some toothpaste leave her white
She got thick anime thighs
Ayy your girl she hit my line like
I'm like hey hi how you doing
Just got shot right here by
I'm taking off like a rocket interstellar it's best you land ship
Shawty got the juice but can't be on my Instagram flicks
Rich Life Forever that's
myself of ops for the sake of my livelihood
Lungs healthy, I don’t fuck with Backs; stabbers or the woods
Not a banger so I ain’t got restrictions in any
Where you at? (I got it)
Where you at? (I got it)
Where you at? (I got it)
All my nigga's makin' money
Where you at? (where you at?)
Where you
I'm the truth til my fuckin roof missin
Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons
Feathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen
I'm just a child of the rage
Living my life in a blaze
I dub your opinion
Ima dog out the cage now
I got a flee when Jake's out
Give you my life
nigga times is hard
Got jugs of water buried all across my yard
One time on my line tryin ta find a cause
Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under
what we fought, you're makin' six packs
There's some got our hope out of control
Of my soul, pass the Ol' Gold
Behold the pale horse, Supreme Court
Connoiseur)
Shout to my big brother Ian, stayin' out for Kicks Hawaii Crew (Crabby, Henry), Aloha! Huh
Aubrass, shout to Ricky Kim, shout to Chuck Anderson
and my shoes got Nike checks (Nike checks)
Z-z-z-z, pull a 6 up to the jet
Z-z-z-z, as I chuck up the set
Z-z-z-z, gotta keep this shit west (Bounce,
the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the flavor, Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, crazy P.E., makin' crazy Louie's for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' dirt 'cause
that shit look like my breakfast
I gotta remember to flip
The motherfucker over
After cookin’ it for thirty seconds
Ladies love me I got my OJ
Everybody
She' don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
Aim tyga man again
Got a little message for
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
with your sista
Lookin' at my lips like you wanted me to kiss ya
Told me your name And I told you Mac
We exchanged phone number...Like that
Off
money nigga y chase hoes
Dey aint even want me till my neck got froze
And da price got told
stories by trips in da nice sized homes
Its a game play da
the Mac, start lettin off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my fate
I got niggas in
she a Chuck E. Cheese token
Fuck I look like cuffing a hoe with no motion
Oh you tripping if you thinking shit sweet
Got goons walkin down on your
Discuss these got my chucks on by malow mac Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In