Lyrics:
grateful, I do
Just grant me the strength that I need for one more day to get through
So, homie, this is your song, I dedicate this to you
I love you
ass
You up out of here, nigga
By murder, or by hardcore styles
It took hardcore styles for your ass to walk
You walkin' nigga
You don't even come out no
He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place
For me to get high and you to get drunk
We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we fuck
Ooh I'm high as hell
the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping down the street
Shorts to short-sets, shorties for short sex
Forties, my forte: butter fill and four Becks
That
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
only done by a few
So just pay close attention
To the Wreckin' Cru
You don't need fresh clothes or a pretty face
You just need hella beat with a so-so
song
Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song
You play Clake Kent you better have your cape on
Plenty homes mansion many rooms
My necklace, 2 ex's
teacher?
I bet she said you could be what you wanna be
Sold you a lie and you bought it, see
You'll never be famous, it's for the best
Celebrity's dangerous,
on me (Wheezy outta here)
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin' (yeah)
Pussy get popped by
to get the GAME and then they take it home
Ask Tiga you hear our lingual in all his songs
Who y'all think responsible for putting G Eazy on
We rock them
ditches
Before you step to the psycopath lunatic
H ave yo gat in yo hand and ready for the 187 dance!
[Chorus]
"187 don't stop" - [Dr. Dre]
"''Cause
more
Blinded by the lights the girls thought I was The Weeknd
No sir
No need for cannons, this shindig don't wild out
Carry your booze well and you will
for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product
babe it's Friday
Hit some traffic on the by way
Sliding thru the bay puffin on some haze
Puffin on some grapes
Make a thizz face like Mac Dre, Mac Dre
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
wild, wild
And then do it all over again tomorrow night
Play that song
All night long
Mac DeMarco
Fans will watch you perform
Mac DeMarco
Mac
I might be too hard for corporate
Stick a fork in em
Kill em like doc Kevorkian
I need a beat by doctor Dre & Scott Storch and em
Cuz I been
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
question please.
I.B. - Ah. Wow. In your album you disrespect women by calling us hoes. Why is that?
Dres - Listen, listen, listen. Honey, ho is merely
your breath won't lead to young death
Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin'
For a nigga labeled as bein' a motherfucking Villain
But you don't know
chance
Hit em with the Mac Dre thizzle dance
Shooting for the moon so they call me Lance
I don't really understand
Why you sill think that we are friends
[Mac Dre]
I be that cold crest creeper, stompin' and rompin'
Puttin' the crest on the map, like NWA did Compton
Got my finger on the trigger,
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game
(Checkmate nigga) every move you make
Through manipulation is the move I
Choose for you to take
You see, what I
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