King Kirk - Mac Daddy lyrics

"Now why ain't you over there where you supposed to be?" "The white-trip, Goldie, he tried to off me, man." "Let me tell you something now, you listen to me and you listen to me Closely I don't give a sh** about what happened to you, now I want you to get Yourself together and get back out there and get me my money! Now I don't Care how Long it takes for you get out there and get it!.... Now GET!" Chorus: Yo Big Dubez, what it look like? Sporty Thievz, Brando be the crook type King Kirk's sideburns be on hook, right? We just some n***as that keep our good looks tight We all match (Marlon Brando) Hey yo where the party at? Blunts copped in Cogn-y-ac Girls in the act, like "where the f** Marlon at? Call him back" Ask him where he ballin' at, thats only right Goin' thru all the lights, with the bright motor-bikes on the 'pike Girls be watchin' all the booming sales Talkin' 'bout "do my nails and take me to Bloomingdales" Ga**ed they ex-males for the Lex ginger-ale Playa spinned the Cryst-al, trickin' french fingernails Now, Virginia girls keep their hair looking lit up Getting' ready for the summer, all spring doin' sit-ups My love will make you shake-up, Call your man to break-up Have s** all night, and I'll leave before you wake up Chorus 2x (Big Dubez) Honey was bad to d**h, playin' the far left Came in with some n***a, Im figurin' ??par-lef?? I runs up on shorty, you know bein' a sporty Thief, I brief shorty on lickin' my whole body Spit a hella flame of game, what the f**s my name? All it took was a minute to ruin this b**h's brain She like "Don't you?", Im like "Yea, yeah" "You ripped a- that?" "Yea there" So why don't we, you, me, you know?" she like "yea, where?" Jack' with lime pieces got me straight like creases Got rid of my dime pieces, I walked in on Alisha's Now honey all facetious, wantin' to skate That's when her man popped up, getting' ready to hate "Oh, so where you think you goin'?", I'm like "Yo pause, player We go way back, I ain't tryin' to lay her" I can't see how a player can't see himself getting played Getting' hit with "I knew boo since the 10th grade" To ease pa', I complemented the bar Then I hit money with a funny cigar With his back turned we broke out, he gotta be burnt I got his b**h up in the Radisson, s**in', smokin' Madison Even though we bounced I still lit up the place Cuz when he lit that long Cuban, it blew up in his face Chorus 2x (King Kirk) Shorty in the tight gown, over there in the pink Threw a wink, almost dropped my drink As I stopped to think, it must be the links Or the glow from the ice, reflectin' off the disco lights So Kirk, maybe its your night, so I stepped to her polite And tapped her, introduced King Kirk the rapper She screamed with laughter, drink splashed, could'a smacked her Then my breath stopped When I look on my shirt, I bet' not have a wet spot (b**h) Love, you lucky, no more to say, lifted a business card laying to EMG And walked away, I don't play Playing's for players I'm a mack, type to be in limos jet-black Havin' a chat, rubbin' the cat, went over and sat In my reserved seats, waiter serving me eats I'm observing the freeks, lookin' for a**cheeks About four of 'em or more of 'em Then I saw some, told the waiter "Call all of 'em" They came said their name and that the club was borin' 'em And they was watching me all night but I kept ignorin' em I'm just thinking 'bout lurin' em to my crib, scorin' em As the waiter started pourin' em drinks, I peeped the who*e in 'em Later they trapp-ted me happily, s**in' rapidly No strategy, actually cousin?, just the mack in me N'ahhhmean?? Chorus 2x (Female Singing) Hey there, Mac Daddy, if you want me badly To hop in your caddy and groooove You just have to spend, I'll f** you and your friend Or do whatever you choooose, nowww (Sporty Thievz) Hey miss sugar mama, we ain't spendin' nada You gotta s** the dick (get the dick, get the dick, get the dick) You think you slick, you stupid b**h Real Macks don't trick (I thought you knew, I thought you knew)