Yea I'm on
Ugh that's real
For real that's you
He said that's real
(Verse1)
Since I was a young buck
My macin was coo
I use to tounge kiss girls
In the back of the school
And maybe sometime
A n***a got more than a kiss
I put my finger in some puss
That smelt like piss
And as i reminise its kinda funny
How i talked lil girls out they lunch money
They didn't run from me
They used to jock young Dre
Then I stepped up game
And got some co*k one day
It was a bloody mess
And yes tight as some visescript
But I was a lil n***a k**en some tight sh**
Tossed her and started f**in her few friends
Cuz she tell two friends and theyd tell two friends
And word got out that yong Dre could f** good
Then i bumped a b**h who could f** and s** good
And after that co*k was nothin to me
So i flipped the script and stopped f**in 4 free
Every b**h i dicked down
Had to kick down
Whoever I tossed up
Had to cough up
Young in the game man
But quick to learn
That money makes this world turn
So i peeped game
Popped that thang
And let fools know
How i got that name
Mac Dre Boy
(Verse 2)
I use to creep on crest streets
With a tight mask on
Posted Toasted getten my cash on
Strapped with a gat and a bottle of hendo
Orange zigzags and big bags of that endo
I pushed pebbles through the mid night hour
24-7 same clothes no shower
Dope sacks smellen like nut sacs
But f** it
I was checkin duckets
Collectin buckets
But now, im fresh out the pin
With a chip on my soulder
And out of the molder
My blood runs much colder
Somebody told the fed
I was in the mix
Hittin lix
n***a aint that a b**h
I make raps
Stay far from saps
Check my traps
And collect my snaps
The country club crest is where i got this game
And rappin on the mic is where i got that name
(break)
Yea Mac Motha f**in Dre
Up in here with my pathna
Young DJ Reels
My crestside folks