Lyrics:
still shootin out 40's (Boa, boa, boa, boa)
Stay up on my grind lil nigga you can call me tony (Bitch)
Cant no pussy nigga hang around me
Man dat shit
Shi they even got Mac dre up innat illy city
This XD ain't on safety cause I got this feelin in me
That nigga ain't yo mans u just a benefit
U ain't
swear dey iller
Meet in real life muthafucca Ben Stiller
Till dey read my ledger and den i pay the tiller
RIP Mac Dre Lazeral and Mac Miller
Still
it's dat nigga, I'm dat nigga
Stay with some brandy and a ounce of that Killa
Catch me swervin in 7 deuce Glasshouse, smashed out
In shorty crib, snatch
said I'm bae
I hit the thizzle dance (Mac Dre shit)
Either hand is the upper hand (Oh yeah, shit)
Got a bubba on my other hand
(Whoa, yeah, shit, yeah)
side, Kim K
White girl, through The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre
Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit?
If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin'
brodie's
Just a few years later but i'm still by my lonely
Montana of GB bitch i'm feeling like Im Tony
Keep dat iron on me bitch i'm feeling like i'm Tony
Lootpack had the Antidote
At the speed of life by Xzibit
Hieroglyphics had that 3rd Eye Vision
Heard alot of Kurruption
Along with Mac Dre's Do Do Dumb Shit
bounce to San Coy
Mac Dre, global, holler at your boy
[ CHORUS ]
Yow, We inah di mad box, black rass, grab dat
Hmmmm
Yow Celes
Ye man talk to dem
Kill we kill boy fi less zeen
Yow!
Born by mi self suh mi nuh
Yow, We inah di mad box, black rass, grab dat
Hmmmm
Yow Celes
Ye man talk to dem
Kill we kill boy fi less zeen
Yow!
Born by mi self suh mi nuh
Yow, We inah di mad box, black rass, grab dat
Hmmmm
Yow Celes
Ye man talk to dem
Kill we kill boy fi less zeen
Yow!
Born by mi self suh mi nuh
Yow, We inah di mad box, black rass, grab dat
Hmmmm
Yow Celes
Ye man talk to dem
Kill we kill boy fi less zeen
Yow!
Born by mi self suh mi nuh
lyrical rifle pull up like it's Bird Season
Brrp bap bap drop a grung Like Bird feedin
Who mi a talk every deejay inna the world heed this
Mi come fi tief
Triple the tray we like Gucci and Zay
like 50 and Dre or like jigga and yay
Lost in the sauce nigga this is the way
Betta Get on this game that I'm
and kept words
Pacing and ask questions, after whoever ass get kicked first
Dré know we aiming at big work, from the ground up, niggas know how I do
Told him
the building and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I'ma do it for the Bay
Okay, getting paid, we'll holler whenever that stop
My team good, we don't
drop quick
Pull yuh bloodclaat grill like locksmith
Wen di Glock spit (brrrrrr brrrrrrrr)
Mi 'av di S-K, di AK, di ingram
Couple mac 90 rifle from
Talent makes content
Always be content
With what you've created
Always be patient
Break up your silence
By being so obedient
Thought of consistent
champille main a smelly thang
Joe kelly is my relli main
Mac dregos got hoes in barbados
And like sugga wolf I gather up staples
Record labels want me to sign
paper im on yo ass, ceo illy been by the bag
post wit dat strap that was by the bag, I feel like wop ima buy the block
i feel like ross ima chop
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave
brothers, cut 'em in on anything (big slice)
And you know it's King Slime Drizzy, damn (whoa, yeah)
She just said I'm bae, I hit the thizzle dance (Mac Dre
Move to the hills with me
Bumpin Mac Dre but you still feelin' me
All yo friends pissed cuz you still with me
(You still with me)
I know
That you're down
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