Mac Mall - Mac-A-Frama-Lama lyrics

(feat. Mac Dre) You crash-helmet wearin heifer You turf-dirt tramp Sack-chasin a** c*nt Bathwaterless b*atch Whats up with it ho, tell me whats it all about? Since you always talkin sh** when this pimp dick not in yo mouth And then you wonder why a n***a quick to dig yo helmet And slap yo a** so hard when usually I'm smooth as velvet See trick I'm from the bay and man we make them broads obey And if you don't then you gon (?) swatter or sling (?) on mac dre Word to OJ and my n***a ike turner If that ho don't know her role, them ima learn her (learn her?) Since out I turned her, she get hella emotional But don't let the square be his feelins if that a** beat down And even now I get the feeling hes sayin "a real man would never put his Hands on a woman" But a punk-b**h ain't no lady That's shifty and shady Proven connivin 51/50 crazy But I'm quick to introduce her to the mac-prozac, choke-holds and back hand slaps Now b**h dig that! [Chorus x2] Mac-a-fram-a-lama punk ho toe-tagga Savage mani-manish ???? the money homey ba*tard Big face stacker and a mouth piece master Never chase that b**h, id rather let you s**as catch her Now to, understand-a mac-a-fram-a-lama, you must first know the lingo Comprehend the grammar Feel me when I flow, learn when I'm lacin Mack, I match the art of communication 365 days a year, I'm in the b**h year, sayin what she wanna hear Tryin to get things clear, if they ain't clear, and if she stay here, shes Runnin like the reindeer And I'm playin here, mackin fo real, hackin a steal, stackin a scrill So if you happen to feel, kinda pimperistic, you got the ??? In ya, you feelin My linguistic Don't get it twisted, lets keep it on the up and up The Blood about it if she out there f**in up Its time to toughin up, keep this cutt-throatish Mac-a-fram-a-lama n***as? it's the coldest! Oops upside yo head Keep poppin off at the grill and ima beat you like an egg See your brothers a punk and your daddys an old man They get in my business and ima send 'em back payin You know what I'm sayin, no ho I ain't no gentleman Im a cut-throat n***a from that Crest side clan Won't tell you check yourself cuz I got it A tested method to get a b**h back in pocket See when my breezys start to bumpin them gums A mack black out, and get to goin on one And I don't give a f**, let the police come Let this b**h wig because she much too dumb Said I don't give a f** let the police come Let this b**h wig because she much too dumb We keepin it mackin on the real where I'm from A nothing-a** s*ut talk sh**, she gets stomped, stomped [Chorus]