Lyrics:
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
got the mini-mac for him
I used to wanna be that nigga
Now I'm him, don't you see that nigga
Grew up on Dre, Em and 50, I used to wanna be that figure
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
Ah yeah, yo Ren, you ready to do this shit?
Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up
Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky ass beats?
Yo,
you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
And no, this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
On a robbin' spree,
you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
And no, this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
On a robbin' spree,
a slug foe every mug dat wanna look at me evil
And got a clutch foe all fake thugs and scandalous people.
If you test Dre it's suicide. Lyrical drive by
with a Tic Tac
You a small fry, I'm a Big Mac
Coulda went to college but I switched paths
Now I'm stackin hunnids on this bitch dash
Why you takin'
to push that line for they seaman
[Mac Dre]
A few years ago when I used to grind
Police used to fuck wit me all the time
A young Codwell banker
praise my name, kiss my ring, now bow down
sick material,
now don't you know my voice is good for fuckin' up your stereo (yeah)
now Dre Dog account for
praise my name, kiss my ring, now bow down
sick material,
now don't you know my voice is good for fuckin' up your stereo (yeah)
now Dre Dog account for
chill or get killed by a New Yorker
"And all my niggas in the pen
Here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us
From a MAC-10"
I got eleven MAC
99.99 you get charged a fee
If you wanna do te Mac Dre dance wit me
J.Megatron everybody know me
When I hit the dance floor they wanna feel my PT
99.99
Yeah, ugh, look look
Posted on the gram, on the block now
Hot now, and I see your girl is on lockdown
Mac Dre, feeling myself, wanna talk now
People
Nigga cause I know they wasn't real all along
I'm charging for features, and every song they put me on
Cause I been ballin' for a minute, nigga Wayvion
can care less what the fuck they did to Pac
They think he gangster 'cause he shot a cop
But he blew trial for rapin' a bitch
That mean you was out here
yourself
I’m here for the duration, you’re here to reputation
Slide them Dre's over your shit, prepare your ears for devastation
‘Cause if YAOWA on that
an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my part on the last song
Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
For all you
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
and you say that I'm crazy
But ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang baby
For one of forty-four ways
The motherfuckin' D-R-E is getting paid
Cause I fade,
they caps spillin' back
So creep, when you in the C-P-T
You catch, heat, for fuckin' wit da D-R-E
I got my eyes on the shit unfoldin'
And niggaz been
and whitey's got your mama
So do you want to change for the children with a comma?
For who? Me, I, myself, you know the one
Doing what I gotta do
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