Lyrics:
through the front, we'll come through the side
'Cause I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all
whatever it is you wanna do
I been riding by myself rather ride around w you
Don't know what it is
I just know that we get along
Always thinking bout you
they'hit the Switch and do drive bys
The 64 Megan Thee Stallion Imma Make her mines
I'm put switches in her panties let That ass ride
We make the grill hit
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'
10)
Snatchin the bitches in the headlock
It's that nigga the M-A-C-1-0 and Dre Dog straight doggin
Punk bitches we be hoggin
It's me that nigga that
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
scatter, it'll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
do it on the West
Ya say ya shit is Chronic but to me it's more like stress
Or should I say make my shit the stronic
Tha Dogg Pound don't wanna step
back to Mac Dre
To Snoop Dogg's and Pimp C
Rest in peace to Mac Mill and Nipsey
I don't wanna cry no more
Tired of what I've been seein' on my TV screen
Queens, and ya don't stop
Representin Ed Lover, Dr dre one time
One-two so what'cha gon' do?
Yeah, hahaha it's goin DOWWN!
E-Double ready to kill this shit
R&B, rappin' bull crap is what I'm dumpin'
Ain't nothin' sucker 'bout Kris Kross, we all that
So when they ask, "Do they rock?" Say, "Believe that"
R&B, rappin' bull crap is what I'm dumpin'
Ain't nothin' sucker 'bout Kris Kross, we all that
So when they ask, "Do they rock?" Say, "Believe that"
made cool
We wrote the blueprint for the shit y'all niggas try to do
If I'm not outside, then I'm probably inside your boo
My team's official, you
all tinted
(yeah yeah)
And you know we bumping Mac dre giggin
(yee yee)
Hit the city and the roof gone, two tone
Got a bad chick with some loubs
(kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in, it's Dr. Dre and 50 Cent trick
They said we couldn't do it, look now, I did it
I topped in
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
homicide warrant on my dome
I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips
Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence
I'm thinkin 'bout
a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just
in bed
With no covers
Such hooligans
Tell me who made these rules up
Such foolishness
Side show
This is Mac Dre
Gettin stupid
Bitch
I just want
scatter, it'll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre"
First rhyme that I memorized, played it 'bout 100 times
Learned every fucking line, stuck up in my crazy mind
Rest In Peace Mac Dre
I'm thinking to myself like what would a Mac say
If he ever got his hands on beat like this
He would probably say something
shouldn't provoke
I bring the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinkin' they gon' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what y'all say
From
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
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