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Mac Dre - Mac Dre'vious lyrics
* send corrections to the typist [Miami Talking] Where you going Mac Dre'vious? What is his name? What is his other name though? The guru of pimpin'.. Mac guru mo' gimpin' The guru of pimpin' [Mac Dre] As I walk through the crowd I could hear necks snappin' I here voices saying "Oh gee, He rappin'?" Its mackin' funky fresh in the flesh You might see me in the traffic rolling SS Or GS Excursion or Navi, Or maybe Range Rovin' perkin' with some ??? Its daddy recruitin' hoes that love goosin' Robbin' and shootin', indulged in prostitution I'm goosin', juicin' and game inducin' To claim restitution, I ain't got no suits and Quit mother goosin' this ain't no story I'm a cutthoat pimp fighting for my glory It's me, MD, bitch follow me And we can get paid like dick swallowing Bada bing bada bang, it really ain't no thang I'm deep in this game, and you a freakyness dame So we can exchange the pimpin' for the hoe-in Baby you ain't knowin' the top is where I'm goin' There's no one that could ever do it better I gets my cheddar, mozzarella or whatever.. Or whatever, the earth is my turf Where I roam is my home, cutthoat rolling stone Catch me with ladies in a fuckin' Mercedes Countin' fetti while I'm sucking on tetties I dress eighties, keep it old schoolish So shut the fuck up nigga and let me do this Who this? Oh its you You got ??? for me baby bring it with that other two I'm blinging and because of you, I live Lav' Everything I want is everything I have It's the lifestyle of the sav' and lavish Girl money makes the world twirl, I'm having cabbage Kick back relax let me bust one mo' I'm a gun slinger partner I do a gung ho Got a dumb flow, keep more than one ho It's Mr. Hicks in the mix nigga hear me in the gumbo Run ho, your squares a box And I'm a thug, the kind of guy that will swear to your pops I fled from the cops, and sold rocks in my past time And jack fools straight faced with no mask I'm A cutthoat, I don't have to prove it to ya I'll leave ya ass up with buckshots movin' through ya I'ma do ya like you never been done Have you screaming "I need bullets hurry up run" [fades with Miami talking] |
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