Mac Dre - Me Damac lyrics

[Chorus:] Here's a little something about me da mac I like the low cut jeans where you can see the crack Get drunk off the priv, the heem, the yak Then drink a double shot to bring me back Im from where you never see a seed in the sack The bay boy and dre boy is bringin it back Im hella suffa, whats the meanin of that? You'll neva see a n***a thats as clean as the mac [Verse 1:] Call me mr Kleenex, I'm so cold Icy wrists like I've been making snow cones Wa**up homes, what size them rims is? TWENTY TWO, muthaf**in inches Seats big as benches, I neva touch wrenches The only work I do is working these b**hes My palm itches that means money Have you ever seen bling, bling when it aint sunny? This aint funny they cant hold me down Big bad wolf cant blow me down Every bad b**h wanna blow me now Oh you know me now oh you my homie now I get dumb stooey in yo face Hop out the benz wit the Louie briefcase Cheapskate, f** the price You aint really cool if you aint got ice [chorus] [Verse 2:] Dre gets whips shipped fresh off the dock A mafia type, drink scotch on the rocks The weed man love me, I cop quarter pops Do a donut on the cops, f** the shocks, make the car hop Shake me locks, all the hoes jock I make them robots, they bring me swoll knots I bring them show knocks, boy Dre spit heaters Fo' door mop' shots, dont f** wit two seaters I f** wit two heaters identical twins And if I aint feelin' the hen, man I'm k**in the gin Rhyme stealin' agian, Dime stealin' agian, Stab the blood out a n***a like I'm still in the pin, Ughh, Elvis ex-b, f** her if she s**y, I f** with [? ] up, f** with quinn and messy, C.R.E.S.T. the bay I'm mapin' this, n***as start slappin' this, Asapin' this, [chorus] [Verse 3:] Man there go the police, I'm not trippin', I'm too legit to quit an I'm sqeaky clean pimpin', If they see me when I'm dippin' I got L's to bargin(?), An a square b**h with me to the take the charges, I'm fly as a partridge, Keep an extra cartridge, Down like linoleum, Rugs an carpets, When I park it, Ughh, The benz rims still spin, An on market an o'farrell, I still pimp, You still rent? I got four payed fo', It's mac dre-ghost, Takin' yo pesos, Cause I like gravy on my potatoes, Rap an break hoes, that's how my day goes, On fire like Diego, I'm outta control, An like KC cheese, I'm on a roll I'm on a roll like the greyhound bus, The hoes hound us, an always surround us, The adam's marked suite, is where they found us, It's home run hits, no flys or groundaz.