Various Artists - Way 2 Saucy lyrics

Mac: From California to the west bay I'm on a mission I'm untouchable with percision Delux playa b**hes rushin' to see me on GB Game is running deeply, I'm like Silk (baby) Cause they wanna Freak Me I'm in the zone with my potnas, blaze a spliff and make a wish Grab the chopper and make a hit I ain't even trippin' though, we got more Heat then Al Pacino Just me and my amigo forever counting C-notes In the casino in Reno we leave them buzzing Broke and disgusted dusted but f** it Peepin' all the latest G-sh** Peep this I be gettin' around make no secret to this hall of game When they call my name then it's all the same The question everyone wannts to know is will a baller change? But my Roots is running deep as Alex Haley So when you see me give me dap and don't play me Mac Mall: ni**a I sported roll before it was popular Since grade school been a fool with the choppin' ah k** for cutties you couldn't see with bionoculars Leave you in ashes or with the dirt on top of ya Crazy like a bag of angel dust s**as don't f** with us I stomp you I cut you I gat slap you and tie you up I f** with them psychos you toy like Tyco Your lights on I'm running through your tilt with the hype chrome Don't ever step to Baby Capone Boy I have your closest folks and all your family noid See I'm a 535 never sober always high Young pimp posted up in the high ride Ride with them gangstas some say the Wiseguys Wear fancy clothes but we keep them black 9's Tomorrow gonna be the sh** as long as the sun shine And ask your b**h I'm way too saucy about mine Hook: Why you wanna hate me cause I'm flossy? Ha ha ya can't because I'm way to saucy Ain't f**in' with you b**hes that be bossy Trying to cramp my style you need to back up off me (x2) A.K.: I know why motherf**ers want to hate me cause my floss is tight You know what the cost to bite is the loss of life Put my mackin' in perspective, b**h it's a done deal Keep my clique kind of selective that's how you stay protected From you buster motherf**ers who don't know You ran up on a crew of motherf**ers fo' sho to let it go Hit the strip got the b**hes screamin' "Papi" The cops wanna stop me They want to set me up but they sloppy I'm building up my game my hustlin' gang thang But blow up in skrilla Cali, a must to maintain my composer Bit the bombest spot for the doja A 9-4-3-3 soldier, a b**h will most to the square But I ain't got no choice but to be a player Cause I ain't even trying to go there I'm gonna lay back in the cut breakin' bread with the crew So all you n***as riding for me I'm riding for you I thought you knew Mac: Come around my way so we so we can sip E&J Hennessy and Coke n***as gettin' smoked in the alleyway Them Cali days nothing but sunshine running from the one time Still hittiin' fences, lifestyle is stupendous Spittin' true game since wayback n***a don't hate me because I'm way phat Can't put too much on it I'm saucy floss like Prego, from Diego to the Bay I'm clockin' grip like Canseco Mac Mall: Now must I Tear a page of the game for them s**as Mac & A.K. is the name a straight hustla Got two hoes eatin' out eachother Pimp sh** and you don't ever have to wonder At the Ramada I done stayed smokin' ganja Yo baby mama with Double M up on her And y'all know what Mall do work p**y like no other When I'm threw, get blew Hook (x2)