Mac Dre - 2 Hard 4 The F-ckin' Radio lyrics

Listen up, I'm about to get dope It ain't nothin' but some sh** I wrote About a young brotha deep in the game They call me Mac Dre and I'm keepin the name I sport Nikey shoes, I got a mic to use To talk bad about s**ers, I don't like the fools Down and dirty bout spittin' my hits And if not, I'm gettin' my grits Playin' the game like it's supposed to be played Makin' much more than the minimum wage Not a pimp daddy, don't drive a Caddy I just mack and get all that babby Dre, you know I never slow down Smokin cesstee until I'm really towed down Walk into the party, fully perked Grab the microphone and let the mouthpiece work I got hype and the game starts flowin' The girls get freaky and it starts showin' And when the party's over at the end of the night They say: Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite Cuz I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos A Mack named Dre and I'm poppin the most 18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though And too hard for the f**in' radio "Tell me somethin' good" I'm too hard for the f**in' radio My rhymes are dope cuz Mac Dre made 'em And made you geek every time you play them On your tape deck, hooked to your Sacco A little hard, but brotha I'm a mack, though Nothin' nice, makin' raps that you wanna hear Gettin cessted, put my hands on the beer I can't help it, that's what I like to do Sloppy drunk, rappin' on the mic for you A young brotha, kinda bone-skinny I take a girl to the golden penny Get romantic, just like I planned it Then cut turf and leave the girl stranded Is it hard becuz I just beat it? Not really, that's what the girl needed That's game, I thought that you knew this Mack game, and mine is the smoothest Like lotion I'm in motion I'm a mack, I was a big ocean But no matter what the f** your name is Nothin' nice is what my game is 18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though And too hard for the f**in' radio "Tell me somethin' new" I'm too hard for the f**in' radio