Mac Dre - The M.A.C.& Mac D.R.E. Wit The Mac lyrics

(feat. Mac) [Mac Dre:] Cherry to Peach, peach to the plum Rite bout now I'm about to get dumb I'm a young black brotha 4rm the V town city Records for my uzi, hot dogs and smity My homeboy's Sease on a Cold Crest Cut To all u b**hes I like to say Wats Up Freak females, with that whale tale If u wanna real man, baby come to Vallejo 3 feet down is were I kick at Yes baby doll, u no I spit that Game to your brain, Mac Dre's is tha name I you feinin for my rhymes like dope from Cane Oh yea, I'm quite a dictive, it's madatary 4 me to spit this Mac Dre that big ol playa So much game I need to run 4 Mayor, or even President Just livin large, Ooo they wood hate 2 see a brotha in Charge Drivin round town with the system Jammin They woodn't understand to hear the president slammin With the dead presidents or I'm stackin yah I gotta make me another flip a maximum Celluar phones, hot bedroom homes, and a 14th carco Microphone I like to send a romp shot to my homeboy D Put the R to the O to the M to the P Just a little somethin to make u bug Get romped out and put a hole in the rug Wheather in a car or at a party Don't be scared to dance like marty Put a double romp boggie in your behind Pay close attention while I spit this rhyme I don't drive a caddy, cause I'm not betty I like to drive round town in a tite a** chevy With 2inch white walls, yea that's rite ya'll Call me on my beeper, leave a code I mite call And if not I'll see you in the traffic On my way to make my money and stack it It's the same everyday, everday is the same I'm just a young playa with so much game, Mac Dre And don't u 4 get, Fonky Fonky Fonky Fonky Dope rhymes wat u get 4rm Mac D.R.E. [Chrous:] Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. [The Mac:] The Mac, it's wat my name, n***a talk down cause I'm so dam famous But I ain't trippin, I keep on Mackin, keep on pimpin, I keep on stackin Them green dollars that u no I no I do Makin these fonky a** songs for you I went to Claim Bay, for a little of practice Now that I'm back UH! I'm at this Police still jack, I just laugh They say wheres the dope, I say u want a autograph I use a ink pen to sell my drug I'm gonna keep on writin 4 the b**hes and thugs With a white, black, or u can slap um Give me a drug beat, and we'll be partyin I'm just like that, I ain't trippin And if the b**h is fine, then I'm spitin Cause in the party I'm a horny muthaphucka Gurls in tite jeans don't press your luck bout Step to like a pimp, then shot u to the telly then do yah Yea u no the Mac is real retarded Bout is fonk as a fat man farted I don't slow down, I just speed up A yo Mac Dre fire the weed up Cause I really flow, when my eyes get low Or I'm really really jucied at a Mac Dre song Wat ever the equation my eyes are red Fat 40 in the hand, and beleive I said that Been an alcohlic since the age of 13 Believe my brotha I'm a dope fein I need Ol E, that's my pipe My mouth is a flame, I heat up the mic And in a battle, I'm sure as corshin And if your really talkin sh** then I'l str8 up tourch ya He flows down, hah, I'm 4rm the V town I'm bout to heat up, turn the beat up Now I'm short ya'll and I like to thank ya'll 4 comin out, so fire up the dank ya'll And blow the smoke out at the same time So I can get a tic, while I'm spitin my rhyme I'm out of hear, bout I'll be back Listen to this fonky a** dope track Bout the Mac and don't u forget it Fonky Fonky Fonky dope rhymes that u get 4rm the M.A.C. [chrous:] The M.A.C. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. I'm the M.A.C. I'm the M.A.C. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. [song fades out]