Mac Dre - Be About Yo Doe lyrics

[INTRO:] Ya Wut sup cuttie Pa** me that radio raheem So I can do my thing Yeah mac drizzle [Mac Dre:] I'm the kind of n***a that'll come through and yoke on you Burnin rubber in the sh**nell, with the 4-0-2 Dippin, dashin, smashin Through the traffic Smokin, chokin, hopin, I rap it 'Cause my candy's look wet, three coats of clear Miami's on deck with three quartes of beer Clownin all the freaks but he still gets jocked Bouncin in the seat while the 15's knock I'm dipped in bu*ter everybody jocks my style Cal hat pulled down to my eyebrow Polo geared down I'm in her ear now Stealin it, she's feelin it, it's all clear now One more hoe, on my team I'm a pimp homeboy, what do you mean It's all about scrilla in the land of thugs and k**ers Gangstas, pimps, players, and drug dealers [Chorus: x2] If you, wanna f** with me Be about yo doe, I gots to have doe I'm just trying to let you know It's 2 in the morning and I'm still chasin cash Other n***az in the club, still chasin a** f** theezat I'm all about my screezatch I got my fishing pole out trying to ceezatch A big fish, I'm hungary, need a big b**h I'm a bump a b**h with the quickness Boy it's just pimpin in my blood b**hes, they all give him love The Mac name Dre b**h, take it easy You f**in with a street n***a that's greasy I'll buck yo brotha, f** yo motha Keep it on the DL, it's all undercover I'm a hustler b**h, I pull capers I only f** with thugs that get paper Chips, chedda, scrilla, real n***az, k**az, and drug dealers [Chorus x2] 24 hours, 7 days a week I do my thug thang, playin in them streets But the game I play really ain't no joke Come around my way and you might get smoked Bullet proof vest's, Chevy SS's Come through in a bucket The next day in a Lexus It's a ghetto life I don't have no wife Boy I'm married to the game and I handle my Business, I'm in this for the money not the honey Square b**hes spooked, they all run from me Dummy, b**h, if you knew better, you do better I'm a stay on b**h back like new sweaters Mac Dre baby Quit talkin crazy When you get about some money It's all gravy Ask my last b**h square, that's all realla I only f** with pimps, k**az and drug dealers [Chorus x2]