Mac Dre & Mac Mall - Klyde, Mall, & Dre lyrics

Feat. Rydah J. Klyde -=talking=- Testin' yea let's do this sh** baby sh** I don't know I can't hear that sh** [Rydah J. Klyde] You know my n***as they control the weight From the Golden State I hold your fate in the palm of my hand Wit this here throw away I empty out and load the K The lil' figga wit the gun that's bigger than him It's kinda hard to hold it straight But still I knock Louie Seen sh** rip through him Got stooie wit my k**a click Cop, chop shoot him Like I'm fresh in the game Just reppin' my name Young and in love wit the tec when it flame You know my name sh** I was on the block Wit a freshly chop though Didn't have spinners I'm out the bag that's my knock bro Fresh out the box wit the Glock though Plus my n***as ridin' tonight Two of ‘em waitin' for that fiend rental to slide through Then my hustle gon' pause For this tooly by the muscle in my drawls Me no tinsel wit y'all I touch y'all Half way n***as rookies And will never touch raw Buy the crack and watch me bring the applause Blocka, Blocka! [Mac Mall] Mac-matic slanguistics Break it down in fractions Every verse a n***a spit is like a commercial for boss mackin' When it hit the streets you should just see how they re-actin' Animal attraction You fiends is relaxin' Hit it once and back spin Mac slap the captain Body bag the boss man You don't want it to happen Cutthroat approach Leavin' t-shirts soaked Bust shots at your throw back Leave hoes where the team go Valley Joe Crest Coast Mackin' to the next level Highly professional Street level but high post Ghetto to ghetto Boonies to barrios Cess spot turf Every H double O-D Meezie and Dreezie make it look easy Grimy and greezy Don't make me leave yo moms weepin' My n***a J. Klyde will leave ‘em where you'll never peep ‘em All my peoples quick to push that line for they seaman [Mac Dre] A few years ago when I used to grind Police used to f** wit me all the time A young Codwell banker A Gunthy Ranker Strapped wit thump thanker A cold drunk tanker Stupid dumb, mentally disturbed I used to bother people And get on people nerves Standin' on the curb Trynna get it off I sell it to ‘em hard But I buy it from ‘em soft I'm a felon and a boss It's funk I spray dude Dump out the prelude On them punks and gay dudes I pay dues You can't fit Mac Dre shoes I break laws And I don't obey rules I drive wit my L's suspended Get apprehended Cop gets commended Now I'm a defendant They forcin' me to spend it on fines and fees P.D. mad cause I'm makin' all kinds of cheese