Mac Dre - Maca-Frama-Lamma lyrics

[Mac Mall talking] You crash-helmet wearin' heffer You turf-dirt tramp You sack-chasin a** c*nt Bathwaterless b**h [Mac Mall] Whats up with it ho, tell me, whats it all about? Seems you always talkin' sh** when this pimp dick not in your mouth And then you wonder why a n***a quick to dig your helmet And slap your 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' sport up on sling and neck brace Word to OJ and my n***a Ike Turner If that ho don't know her role them I'mma learn her Since out I turned her, she get hella emotional But don't let them square biz feelings get that a** beat down And even now I get the feminists sayin' "a real man would never put his hands on a woman" But a punk-b**h ain't no lady They shifty and shady Crooked connivin' 5150 crazy But I'm quick to introduce her to the Mac-Prozac Choke-holds and back hand slaps Now b**h dig that! [Hook (x2): Mac Mall] Maca-frama-lamma punk ho toe-tagga Savage mainy-mannish plus a money hungry ba*tard Big face stacker and a mouth piece master Never chase that b**h I'd rather let you s**as catch her [Mac Dre] Now to understand a maca-frama-lamma You must first know the lingo Comprehend the grammar Feel me when I flow, learn what I'm lacing Mac, I Mastered the Art of Communication 365 days a year I'm in a b**h's ear Saying what she wanna hear Trying to get things clear If they ain't clear And if she stay here She's running like a reindeer No playin' here, it's mackin' for real Packin' a steel, stackin' the scrill So if you happen to feel kinda pimperistic You got the Furly Ghost in ya You feelin' my linguistics Don't get it twisted Lets keep this on the up and up Pimp the Blood up out her if she out there f**in' up It's time to toughen up and do this cutthoatish Them maca-frama-lamma, n***as, is the coldest! [Hook x2] [Mac Mall] Oops upside your head Keep poppin' off at the grill and I'mma beat you like a egg See your brother's a punk and your daddy's a old man They get in my business and I'mma send 'em back payin' You know what I'm sayin' No, ho, I ain't no gentleman I'm a cutthroat n***a from that that Crestside Clan Won't tell you check yourself cause I got it A tested method to get a b**h back in pocket See one of my my breezies start to bumpin' them gums A mac black out, and get to goin' on one And I don't give a f** let the police come Lets split this b**h wig because she much too dumb Said I don't give a f** let the police come Let's split 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 [Hook x2]