Mac Dre - Young Mac Dre lyrics

(Ain't I'm clean)(Repeated 7X) I'm a dope rhyme thinkin', Hennessy drinkin' n***a that'll do a drive-by in a Lincoln Crazy muthaf**a, straight sick in the mind Man, f** everybody, it's me and my nine Switchblade in my pocket, AK in the trunk And when I drink fifth of Heem and get sloppy drunk I'm ready to do something bad to a n***a Straight itchin' to pull that trigga Rat-a-tat-tat with my Uzi machine No hesitation when I'm doing my thing ‘Cause n***as nowadays have no respect (No respect) I cut ‘em by myself, put n***as in check Punk this, punk that, punk, here's my gat I ride around town with it on my lap ‘Cause ain't no tellin' when funk jumps off I gotta be first to get mine off Since age 13 I've been breaking laws Running up in cars with dope in my draws Servin' dope fiends them boulders (boulders) Steady soakin' game gettin' older (gettin' older) Started back when I used to smoke a little weed I got my first cot when I played Little League A young fool, way too cool Hit the 7th Grade, said ‘f** some school' I used to go so I could just hang out Always hear the teachers yell my name out Young Dre, always up to no good Sittin' in a cla** with a Walkman under my hood Bumpin' $hort, rappin' to “Friends” Sellin' two dime and joints just to make some ends The young proper, way too proper Muthaf**in' Mac, straight cherry popper Street fiend, never at home But when I was, I known to bone Blowin' little girl's brains up is how I came up Gettin' ‘em hot, hittin' the spot, makin' ‘em all flame up When I was young, I loved to f** Break dumb hoes and make some s** I was a s** fiend, but never did I eat the cot I got ‘em wet and like I savage I would beat the cot In '85, started cravin' for mail Then came the yayo and then I started to sell Out on the block, I used to slang rocks All damn day with the rollers on my jock I shook and shake ‘em, on chases I would take ‘em Tryna flip me a drop, a set of Vogues and some Daytons Way too shob, hooked with the mob Gats had my back, I didn't have to squab They didn't understand my money-makin' attitude I kept stackin' and my bank got fatter, dude Slangin' rock daily in my neighborhood To the roamers on the corners and they pay me good Hotter than grits, I went straight through the back door With six, had another chance to stack mo' Thangs was cool, no funk with the Southside It got funky then a n***a had to hoo-ride Eight deep in a mob shot Chevrolet Police f**in' with a n***a, man, every day In and out of the juvenile system They try to tell me but a n***a wouldn't listen Got popped, dropped in the boys ranch White judge couldn't give a black boy a chance It was crazy but the time didn't faze me I wrote raps on my bunk being lazy Touched down cold in the studio Makin' demos with my homeboy Coolio Straight spit, talkin' down on a hoe Then Khayree put my tape in the sto' Mac Dre, boy Rock the Bay, boy So vicious, a muthaf**in' playboy They let it beat on the street for a little while Then I told ‘em ‘bout the California lifestyle That I live but the vision I keep spittin' Buy my mixtape, muthaf**a, ‘cause it's hittin' (‘Cause it's hittin') Yeah, Mac Dre, goddamn I'm way too … you know I'mma just maintain my composure and do my time like a soldier Yeah, that's right, muthaf**a Come out just a little bit harder, blowin' muthaf**as out the water Yeah, you don't hear me though Mac Dre is in the house (Ain't I'm clean *cheering*)