Mac Dre - Shakin' The Feds lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] I Drink Heem, And Smoke Green Gra** Everyday And love to play in my Clean Ass Chevrolet Gas Break Dip Down The Strip When I Fo Yo With Four Hoes, That Touch Mo' Bread Than Togos No Hobos, I f** With Cream-Of-The-Croppers Head Doctors With Choppers And Bomb Ass Coppers Orville Redenbacher Couldn't Be More bu*ter I Spit These P's When I Knock Her I'm a Pimp I Don't Love Her Undercover, I Do It Under Your Nose I Hit A Lick On Your Partner With One Of Your Hoes I'm Runnin' With Those Thug n***as And Drug Dealas That Bug n***as That Got Skrilla I'm Godzilla Cha-Chilla It's What Is In My Hoes, Cause I Make'em Do Illegal sh** To Get My Dough Slit My Throat, If You Ever See Me Fakin' I Betta Be Tendin' To This Pimpin' And What They Makin' [Chorus: x2] Rollers on Dre But They Can't Catch him Slippin' Yokin' It Up Smokin' It Up He's Rollin In The 7-Tre Gas Break Dippin' Shakin' The Feds Makin' The Bread Ching-Ching [Verse 2: Goldie] I Drink 211 And Smoke On Bomb Til' It's Gone Then Drop A Hits With The Mac-A-The-Dre From Night Til' The Morn It's Long So Start Your Livin It (Boom Boom) Man I See The n***as Sippin'(Whoa Wha) Lustin' For Women That's Been s**in' N f**in' Him'n Them'n Me I Jus Sav It Up Been Goin' To Hookers Pa** The Buck Master Deluxe Make A Trick Make Money Ass Up But If The Hoe Don't Listen Then I'm Pullin Her Partner Friends Who Got Some Ends To Spend n***a Look I'm In It To Win By All Means Cause This Rappin' Ain't Payin' For My G's I Could Resort To Jackin' And Slayin' But That Won't Burn I Know These Puddles Wanna See Me In Shackles Because I Roll With k**as And Dealas, Hyenas And Jackals You Say You Dealin' With Network Cut-Throat Every n***a Laugh Rushin' These Hoes Catch Elbows And Jabs We In The Lab Where It Don't Stop It's K-I-Gig You Can See Me Checkin' Chins Servin' Dome Shots Smoke Style [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Mac Dre] It's The Big Dog Head Coach I'm That n***a Got My Hand On My Gun And My Finger On The Trigga Playin' With My Fab Toys Running From The Bad Boys (Trippin') Losing Control, I never had Poise Rugged And Real, Lovin' This Sk** Game To My Folks, Hang With My Folks, Swang With My Folks Drunk f**ed Up Off 151, Beat My Beezy Up And Say "What Have I Done" Gorilla Pimp, Behind The Tent Gettin' Bent On The Savage Ass One "I Was Collectin' My Rent" The Mac Guy, Triple Stack Guy k**in' Them s**as That Give The Rap Game A Black Eye Roll The Weed Up, Somebody Turn The Beat Up While I Continue To Spit Relax And Kick Your Feet Up Mac Game So Cold I Make Your Nose Runny Mac Dre So Cold Takin' Hoes Money [Chorus x2]