Mac Dre - Off Tha Rictor lyrics

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Mac Dre - Off Tha Rictor lyrics

Where all my n***as? Where my neezees at? Where all the breezies at? Where the breezies at? Where all my neezees at? (What do you mean?) Where all the breezies at? [Chorus 2X] I'm gone off liquor, almost ripped her It's a party goin' down and it's off tha rictor Top notch bizzles, all my fizzles But the cold part about it, we all on thizzles [Verse 1] I'm parkin' lot pimpin', couldn't be more blunted When these hutches pull up in a GS400 What's real? What's the deal? How you feel? Can I spill? You must be tryna holla ‘cause you All N My Grill Pa** the k**, ‘cause bein' a dope dog Can make you famous, and I'm diggin' on both y'all I hope y'all, dip in the party ‘Cause it's broadies in the party and they sippin' Bacardi They spent a grip on this party, they got a gang of X.O Quit actin' like a punk, hutch, park the Lexo It's real big, bigger than you thought Bigger than that bubble-eye 400 you bought They in Benzes, Navis, and Range Rovers And please believe it's gon' be hangovers In the morning, baby. Is you goin', baby? We off tha rictor, you ain't knowin', baby? [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm in the party blazin', I see this hottie gazin' But her stretchmarks got her lookin' like a raisin I'm on a different page and, I'm saucy like some Cajun Wouldn't care if she was Haitian, Asian, or Caucasian I only want them dimes, y'all, you know the kind, y'all Arrivederci, me love you long time, y'all DJ please pick up your phone Somebody's in the bathroom blowin' homegrown And they wrong than a mug, I need a hutch Who ain't beggin' ‘cause I wouldn't give a cripple crab a crutch We off the Richter scale, who got some crip for sale? Mac Dre need it big, can't you tell? I'm feelin' good with a ‘wood between my jaw And when the party's done dada, baby, hop in the car Oh, I ain't trippin', you can bring your sister ‘Cause where we goin', we off tha rictor [Chorus] [Verse 3] Baby lookin' drunk in a corner but I want her ‘Cause she blingin' and she gleamin' with them diamonds she got on her I promise she got on a rap check around her neck More karats than stew and ooh she a fool And the way she dancin' with her homegirls: freaky Here's my pager number, go on girl, beep me I do it kinda lav', Jacuzzi in the bath Grab your friend by the hand, hop in and let's smash I'm off tha rictor, out of contreezy Off the heezy, tryna toss a breezy Mac Dreezy, yeah, that's right, hutch We off the…we off the, what? We off tha rictor Rictor, off tha rictor [Chorus]