Luni Coleone - Sac to the Boonies lyrics

(Mac Dre) It's that California Livin', Young Black Brotha Boatin' that '73 Chevrolet burnin' rubberrrr Like my n***a, Rich the Fact n***a it's the Mac in the back of the 'Lac Soakin' tact, big indo many clouds of smoke Make old school dance when I dip and yoke It's like M-A-C D-R-E Way up in KC with the boy Arby Yeah b*atch, it's presidential On the under chronic comin' through in a rental I'm undetected, I come protected Two 4-4 pistols, a mask and vest b*atch Down and dirty, the cuddies call me Curty From Mark and Leonard to Howe and Hurley From Missouri don't worry we keep it ragooey MD and Luni, from Sac to the Boonies (Chorus) We gangsta n***as ready for some tension Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin' Pimpin' what does it mean? Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x) (Luni) They call me Coleone thug real McCoy I'm a rider bout mine cuz trust ya boy Get sh** crackin' like eggs in a pan on fry This do or die lifestyle got my brain on high I hit the city streets mean mug, chip on my shoulder Young punks they mug back but ain't no balls in these soldiers I'm in the Mid-West, KC, N-O-K-C Every show, every in-store the ho framed me Coleone (got game?) Hell yeah by the pound n***as hate (On my name) Cuz they hoes crack smiles (What a shame) Pimp n***a how ya do that there Talk a b**h up out her check book and the weave in her hair I bust rap cats in lips on a square a** n***a Getting grub in an old school with a dent in the fender Me and Mac Dre b**h stayin' on our toes What, what, what, what they call me Coleone! We gangsta n***as ready for some tension Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin' Pimpin' what does it mean? Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x) (Mac Dre) We global, travel the bubble duckin trouble Don't make us get the bury body shovel We vicious, dumpin' bodies in ditches And runnin pimp game on these punk a** b**hes (Luni Coleone) Yeah, I'm the mack of the year like placa b**h My guys they drive by with the best of the clip Coleone, young creeper flippin sh** like chitlins Ragglin, scragglin, and cappin' I'ma handle my business (Mac Dre) We dog n***as, straight hog n***as Well connected and when we call n***as It goes down, down, bodies bein' found Gangsta mack sh** that's how we clown (Luni Coleone) And we down, like 4 flex on a f**ed up hoopty Big bread and get big head from a fine a** hoochie They call me, nah f** it can't waste my time Nuts hangin like cellulite on yo' grandma's thighs We gangsta n***as ready for some tension Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin' Pimpin' what does it mean? Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)