Lyrics:
the city had a motherfuckin' posse
Niggas kickin' up dust over colors Ridin' through the hood, suitin' up each other
Sellin' dope to they own fuckin' people
make it move
Gigging like Mac to the Dre back in the day, when I see cash in the bank
Chasing the bag in the safe stash it away, till we see cats hit
glocks & keep it by you
Me & Prof Ken & Ryu
Return of the Clan
well here it is rockin' ya ears
A battle damage he-man without no fear
We ridin' through the suburb grounds pale faces for miles around
Slipping through
I'm in a straight way
Your opinion though, it's
Sounding kinda based, ayy?
It's a new episode, I got a gateway
It's the next episode, bitch, it's Dre
(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
I got a lil' bitch from the hood
I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that
ain't never care what a nigga had to say about me
And I ain't never care what a bitch had to say about me
It just make me, it just make me
And I ain't
Shouts to LB kickin’ game as if Pele
Was by his side, shout to Ky, it’s time to get this payday
Me and PC can out smoke Craig & Day Day
And we done seen
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Loaded MAC hangin' from the chandelier
Nigga told on his people
He couldn't stand them years
Black got thirty for a big
go I'm high fivin
Unless I hear the sirens
I gotta get hidin
Drive by the rhymin
I find it, I'm divin
And I'm leavin' you motherfuckers all blind
In
My weed to strong
I dont think i gotta sip
In the club smokin Thumbs
Gettin kicked out the vip
In the party goin dumb
Like mac dre in this bitch
before I pack out a building
I guess I’m the kid bumping out of the basement
Thinking ‘bout the dream destinations
It’s funny, success is defined not by
feet yeah just move your feet
Just move your feet
Like we do it in the street
You already know me
Lil Andrew Carnegie
Just keep it clean
You know we rep
by they hamstring please don't make them pull it
Dre made this so you know how the scene go
This beat'll drum in yo head it's like it's Ringo
No
pussy seeker
When it comes down to ridin' up and down in some pussy
I make it weaker
Also it gets a little deeper
I was walkin' down broadway
they like, "No he didn't!"
an in yo face they might tell ya that Mac Mall ain't shit
but that was one big mistake that was made by this chick
see
(dealers) and killers sellin rocks
Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down
Till it came back up and night came back around (around)
I
[Chorus: x 4]
It's goin' be 187 after 187
It's goin' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11
[Juvenile]
They got a lot of.. niggas tryin' ta.. get me
[Chorus: x 4]
It's goin' be 187 after 187
It's goin' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11
[Juvenile]
They got a lot of.. niggas tryin' ta.. get me
find my fuckin' wallet
While I'm dodging cops, to make it big, that's not my job!
Yeah that's shouts to Mac Dre
Blow a blunt for him till it's ash in
Looked in the mirror and said I felt like Zeus
I know my alphabets like I'm mac dre
A B C P where my money
I am a G what must I say
P I M P is my forte
Got
me sugar
Like I'm a fat neighbor
Soundin' like that new flave
Just ask Flava
Rhymin' like that new wave
I Mac Dre'd her
You a star now
So I discover
up your body
And put some white chalk around it
Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals,
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
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