Various Artists - What Cha Like lyrics

Verse 1: Light yourself a dank joint, letcha mind go Listen to these lyrics as I let this rhyme flow I'm funky with this sh** 'cause my style is authentic It keeps them s**as jockin' so my windows stay tinted I meant it when I said "I will pimp til I die" Makin' them b**hes cry And n***a, dont ask me why I flow that pimp sh** 'cause I know that pimp sh** I smoke that hemp sh** - not with that simp sh** Stupid doo-doo dumb is the only way I come Let the track ride, gimme the mic and I'll run Smooth with the groove like a saxophone My backs is on, and man, caps is blown Straight off s**as' heads with the rhymes I shoot f**in with the b**h as she's kind of cute I find a loop I shake the spot You'll never hear a b**h say I ate the co*k I mack, kick back, and stack that cash I throw these things fool, don't make me tap that a** The Mac named Dre is the man for real Hoes wanna ride in me Sedan DeVille Cause I'm a - young playa with that Crest Side game Kickin the funky sh**, makin the rest sound lame, and... Chorus: Every time I rap, I bust what cha like Cuz I'm the coldest MC to ever touch the mic (2x) Verse 2: They trips when I flips cause I'm nothing respectable But still when I spill, boy, I'm nothing correctable I got raps that make them n***as say "Goddamn - He the fool with the mic in his hand" I could teach a square everything he's lackin' Cause partna, I'm a playa with some uncut mackin' I spit that sh** that makes tricks go run and hide Damn them clowns around town that wonder why I never give a b**h who ain't rich the time of day They got to be f**ed up if they think that I'ma pay I'ma play Until she's all played out Have her friends sayin' "Damn girl, you Mac Dre'd out!" Chorus Verse 3: At the drop of a dime, I can rhyme a tight rap And make them motherf**ers say "Damn, he like that" Get them with the tongue that will run for many miles Gettin' n***as sprung cause I come with many styles Hoes come in rows to get chose, they gettin' wit me Sayin I'm the flyest on the side of the Mississippi Banned in six states by the surgeon general I'm known to be addictive, sellin dope subliminals And I don't stop servin' like them fools at Denny's Like Julius Erving, Michael Jordan, and Penny I go coast to coast with a dose of this realness Slappin' your brain with this game, can you feel this? I flow like river water Ain't no n***a harder Others that was rockin is forgotten like Jimmy Carter But I'm gon' be around Just like hand-me-downs An old-a** playa still pullin' them panties down Chorus