Mac Dre - Gift 2 Gab (remix) lyrics

Knick knack patty wack, give your hoe some donkey Listen to the ba**line, don't it sound funky? Who could it be in the place to stay? That's right, hoe, Mac muthaf**in' Dre One more time back in your ear Those dope a** raps you love to hear Cold as ice, nothin' nice If I thrust ya once, hoe, I'mma thrust ya twice That's right, and you know the deal You don't want the baby, hoe, take the pill ‘Cause I'mma bust fadles back to back And when I get tired, I'mma take a nap And when I wake up, I'mma bath some more It's the same routine until It's time to go You, get what's in my drawls, and girl I get those sugar walls Oh, you didn't know about me? The A the N the D the R the E Well, peep game, it goes like this I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss Cause when it comes to cot, girl, I won't clean it Always got my damn hat to the muthaf**in' jimmy Cold, bold, 19 years old With a brain full of game to be told I'm from the V-town, 3 C down And a s**a don't wanna see me clown Who (who) could it be? That's right, Mac Dre, ba-by Funky fresh, in the flesh It's me, Khayree and my joint of sess Doin' it, like a p**no star Hittin' in your box, or in your car Cool, like the sweat from a snowman Kick back, relax and listen, here we go, man To the land of the dope rhyme And as the song flows on, I really hope I'm Not too dirty or rap too strong But my mouthpiece is really goin' on From Vallejo, California all the way to China Hoes of the world, know I'm a Stone cold mack with a gift to spit Nothin' but that dope sh** So damn fly, don't ask me why I smoke Indo and I smoke Thai Mac Dre, I thought you knew Down and dirty doin' things that only playas can do The coldest MC on this here Earth Had to be fresh from the Crestside turf (Crestside) Not a Southside s**a who thinks he can rhyme But a Crestside playa that's strapped with a 9 And it don't stop I say microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2 It's young Mac Dre, right back at you Wit' another dose of that dope You see, I'm way more potent than coke The young fly brotha's on the mic, y'all I'm finna rock this muthaf**a all night, y'all And just spittin' and dope sh**tin' And to a nice, smooth beat that's hittin' Cold as ice, clean as soap I keep a fresh bag of zags in my Derby coat 24 hours around the clock 7 days a week, I'm on a prowl for cot Day in, day out, I spit and shout A true blue mack, know what I'm talkin' about? It's just game (game), straight game (game) Kick back, let it soak in your brain (mane) Listen to me spit that pimpin' tip I put the money to the wallet and the p**y to the dick Stack a bank, slap a pack Put my muthaf**in' tape in ya goddamn deck Man, take a b**h, break a b**h And when you're all done, cuddy, man, shake the b**h Straight high-sidin' when you come through squat Leave a muthaf**in' cloud in the parking lot Load the brains, do some thangs Put the mounts on your fingers, man, f** the chains Play that hoe like a game of checkers Treat her like dirt, take her money and wreck her ‘Cause a hoe, ain't no good (no good) Whip her punk a**? Man, I sho' would It's '90, you gotta be def Take all the money until there ain't none left You see, some young brothas give her tongue Lick between her legs and try to get her sprung That ain't the tip, ah, nah You stupid muthaf**as, what's wrong wit' y'all? It don't take all that to get that hoe If you can't her, n***a, say, ‘Trick that hoe' ‘Cause when you come up, she'll be jockin' On your front door, man, she'll be knockin' When you let her in, it's straight to the covers That's the way it goes, believe me, brotha I've been through it all, it don't mean nothin' p**y ain't sh**, make the hoe pay somethin' It's Mac Dre, hear what I say I spit the gift to gab, n***a, every day Pimpin', straight pimpin' I don't wanna see you simpin' Listen to my tape, play it all the time And when it's over, man, press rewind ‘Cause it's dope sh**, you gotta hear it And like coke, n***a, you gon' clear it And to the top I'm goin' b**h, I'm flowin' And it…and it…and it don't stop It's Mac Dre, y'all Listen to the things I say, y'all