Yea I'm on Ugh that's real For real that's you He said that's real (Verse1) Since I was a young buck My macin was coo I use to tounge kiss girls In the back of the school And maybe sometime A n***a got more than a kiss I put my finger in some puss That smelt like piss And as i reminise its kinda funny How i talked lil girls out they lunch money They didn't run from me They used to jock young Dre Then I stepped up game And got some co*k one day It was a bloody mess And yes tight as some visescript But I was a lil n***a k**en some tight sh** Tossed her and started f**in her few friends Cuz she tell two friends and theyd tell two friends And word got out that yong Dre could f** good Then i bumped a b**h who could f** and s** good And after that co*k was nothin to me So i flipped the script and stopped f**in 4 free Every b**h i dicked down Had to kick down Whoever I tossed up Had to cough up Young in the game man But quick to learn That money makes this world turn So i peeped game Popped that thang And let fools know How i got that name Mac Dre Boy (Verse 2) I use to creep on crest streets With a tight mask on Posted Toasted getten my cash on Strapped with a gat and a bottle of hendo Orange zigzags and big bags of that endo I pushed pebbles through the mid night hour 24-7 same clothes no shower Dope sacks smellen like nut sacs But f** it I was checkin duckets Collectin buckets But now, im fresh out the pin With a chip on my soulder And out of the molder My blood runs much colder Somebody told the fed I was in the mix Hittin lix n***a aint that a b**h I make raps Stay far from saps Check my traps And collect my snaps The country club crest is where i got this game And rappin on the mic is where i got that name (break) Yea Mac Motha f**in Dre Up in here with my pathna Young DJ Reels My crestside folks