Turf Talk - Gangsta Mac lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] I got this b**h on the corner, she hella cute I'm always digging in her bra and getting hella loot Whats happening? I'm Mac Dre the b**h wetter And pimping is one of the many ways I get cheddar On a b**h back like a thick sweater You know I represent that 16th letter The P, pimping, West Coast pimping Pockets so fat the motherf**as got me limping It's in my blood, I'm a Mac from birth A West Coast cutthroat from the turf I'm in her purse more than she be That's his wife but I be f**ing more than he be I go gorilla, that's on the real'a And the Pittsburg I know don't got no Steelers It's nothing new, we old school like retro And this gangsta mac sh** on this West Coast [Hook 2X] (Straight gangsta mac) (Repeat 3X) (Straight) West Coast (Straight gangsta mac but sometimes I...)(Get Stupid!) [Verse 2: Yukmouth] I'm a gangsta mac, I'll break a batch Send a hoe for the dough, Yuk make her fetch Bring it back like we playing catch A trick dry slurps licks, guns to your head like playing roulette Pimps follow me copying what I do next With the coupe on 22's and knock a new b**h Yellow and blue wrist, yellow and blue kicks I used to move bricks and make 'em do flips Now, I pimp b**hes that's in p**no movies While a model b**h feeding me sushi rocking Gucci I rock the Louis, model or a groupie You wanna f** with Yuk, b**h socking it to me I'm into j**elry, b**h, ice my wrist up Put her on the internet and the strip club And I met her in the strip club Now she f**ing with a rich thug, Yuk stay chipped up, what! [Hook] [Verse 3: Turf Talk] On Chevy you should see the guts in him And he cut to fit the 26-inch rim (Dayuumm!) 3-51, you should see when it pa**ed ya Pushing on your gas but he's a little bit faster f** what you thought got money here My speakerbox shaking up my rearview mirror (Baba! Baba! Baba!) San Quinn told me half these n***as is acting Just be about your business you the West Coast Vaccine (Westsideee!) Siccness dot net, you diss, you get wet Put money on your head for disrespecting this vet I only feel comfortable around my hoodlums Why you own a gun, mayne? Y'all ain't gon' shoot em'! I was raised by the low lows, dreadlocks and peacoats (Hell yeah we smoke weed!) Keep sherm and in snow You catch me posted where the goons is at Shoot you from the front, leave a hole in your back [Hook]