Lyrics:
You understand what I'm sayin'?
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Hey
Hey (Nas Mack just touched down)
Hey
I bought me a drop (drop)
I'm
down the street, and I'm lookin fly-hy
I'm lookin fly
Walk on by
Walk on by
Trick Daddy
Yes sir
I wear my pants hanging off
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
the whip, walk him down, we ain't doin' no drive-by
Glock on my hip, they go, fat, fat, I fucked his bitch, got her callin' me papa
Old school drip, no dada
and this shit by the boatload
All these bitches be takin' these photos
I'm like, "Oh no"
We be catchin' them players like Ocho
Yeah
They like, "Tweet Mack
something sweet and she gon' lick me later, guy
Hello to my hater guy, how you doing sir
I know you got mean words
But keep them to yourself unless those
niggas (niggas)
My baby- Beatrice (Trice)
Mack Dime (ah) uhhh see and Sir Too Sheezy (sheezy)
Eight-Ball (uh) Pimp see and Jayo Felony
Nate Dogg and (all)
[LOC]
I'm Hip-hop by definition.
[DADDY X]
Punk rock runs through my veins.
[LOC]
I stepped on many stages.
[DADDY X]
Puffed on many strains.
[LOC]
to the left with the
"Mack Daddy" is back and Charles is mad
Show Charles what I had
Some niggaz is fine and some smooth talkers
But they can't fuck with
a Mick. and don't forget Mack
With Scottish blood, Sir Spit-a-lot is Lancelot
I'm a bit shy, but i drive-by and cam-a-lot
An 8-ball's got a little white
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
pimp on
Peep how the Twist' puttin' down the luchie while smokin' a lot of dro
Whatchu know 'bout checkin' yo' paper for a down-ass bottom hoe
a thinnin' line between wrong and right
Trapped in a trap till the mornin' light
Ghetto ain't left me no choices; I had to fight
My mama and daddy was
little busters
Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em
I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot
[CJ Mack] Fuck em locc, we
now and leave you be
The young boy said sir the only Joneses that live around here
Is my mama and my daddy and me
Course dad he's been gone a long time
Pimp onnnn, pimp pimp on!
Then get your pimp on
[Verse One: Twista]
Peep how the Twist' puttin' down the lunchie while smokin' a lot of dro
What
Dis Dat Phat Mack
Just checked my bank account and hit the cabbage patch
Feeling like Fat Sacks
Personal lottery lil baby stand back
Like Dre
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
a thinnin' line between wrong and right
Trapped in a trap till the mornin' light
Ghetto ain't left me no choices; I had to fight
My mama and daddy was
to kiss, suckers throw a fist
A lot of rappers try to rap, but it ain't like this
[Sir Mix-A-Lot talking]
Ha haha ha, the true Iron Man of rap droppin' this
know a lot of men of men
Are phony you just looing for that homie that could be your tender runey that one and only that stop from
Being lonely that chuc
a nigga came up 60 thousand on a watch but dey got niggas still stuck an a nigga ain't fo got
A lot of niggas get shot so keep yo pistol I ain't 21 yet I
so uhh
Lay back and let'cha Daddy do it
{Le} A real mack stay on track, he got the run
{LL} Right through it
Chorus:
{Le} Doin it and doin it
pimpin', drivin' four door cars
Ain't got no kids but them bitches love daddy
They had to share me or them bitches couldn't have me
Cause I'm a Mack with
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