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[Intro]
Yea, yes, yea, yes, mmhmm
Mac Dreezy, Mac Dreezy (who)
I m back baby
Oh boy where ya been
I m back
Boy where ya been
Check it

[Mac Dre]
I m out the roof of a old school
Trynna campaign
Smokin champagne
Doin the damn thang
Now this a damn shame
How these smurf s hate
But these Gilligan s been trippin since my first tape
Well here s another knock
Dope as a hover rock
For you to bump while you sidin through the parkin lot
After the club
Pull it on a dove
Hollerin at hutches that s trynna get dug
Out, drout on niggaz like me
M to the D from the R-O-M-P bo billy
Usin gangsta scare tactics
Tennis shoe pimpin in my Nike Air Max s
Back on the street after 5 in the slammer
I m lookin saucy somebody get a camera
Oh, you mad
I ain t mad at you
I thought you knew
I m just doin what I do

[Chorus x2]
I m doin what I do (This is what I do)
Bitch don t get mad if I m not fuckin wit you (I ain t fuckin wit you)
Or fuckin wit you (Damn sure I ain t fuckin wit you)

[Mac Dre]
She heard the 15 s knock when I hit the block
Then I hopped out butter and she had to jock
I m a ho magnet
Heat I m gon pack it
Doe I m gon stack it
Lick I m gon jack it
On the scene
Always smokin green
In the pen I had CO s bringin me the damn thing
It s yo niggidy (It s yo niggidy)
Mac Drigidy (Mac Drigidy)
Back in the V look at me I m livin free
No parole
I can choke a ho
Get mail, post bail, and they gon let me go
I m here to let you know
This as real as it gets
I m makin hunks and chunks
Don t fuck wit kibbles and bits
Big face, hundred dollar bills
Got me, straight face
Gunnin for the skrill
I m runnin wit the P.O
Goin for 2
Wit the double R crew
Doin what I do

[Chorus x2]

[Mac Dre]
Mac D-R-Ebonics
Dope as chronic
Put it to a beat and make it stank like vomit
Boy I m a foo-el (foo-el)
Human jew-el (jew-el)
At the studie turnin blunt into do-bells
Wit D-Con cuz he keep the bomb
And the Crest Side be the turf where we from (Crest Sida)
I m a hustla
Straight chip getta
And she gotta pay for Dre to get wit her
No doe ho
Leave me alone
I m in the drop wit the Cali sun heat in my dome
Feelin like a movie star when I slide
They know who the hell we are when we ride
It s Country Club Crest Side crew
Actin some fools
Potna doin what the fuck we do
Gorilla gurpin
Stay out the way boy
And bow down when you see Mac Dre boy

[Chorus x2]

Tekst :

(intro)
Yep, Yea, Yep, Yea, Yep
Dont stop won t stop won t quit
Never could never would
Mac Dre back wit some more shit
You know (yadida mean, yadida mean)
Come on man

(verse 1)
I m a rap matic track addict
And I m back at it
Play me a beat with this heat I m a blap at it
The cat scated, when the mac spatted
You don t want to see me, punk get your hat flatted
Dope like a crack addict, or a hop head
Spit it clear so you can hear, what I said
Pot head, hot head nigga that got dreads
Got bread stop red get hit with the hot lead
My bed, you might see three things
High heels, my pills, and hoes in G strings
I see things, through my pimpin glasses
Cheesy macaroni, teaching pimpin classes
I dips and mashes, Mercedes Benzes
Might wear stunnas without the lenses
I m off the hinges I handle business
Leave no clues, witness, or forensics
No co-dependence all by my lonesome
Wont see Solano, Quintin, or Folsom
I ghost em, at the four way stop sign
Forty HK don t fuck with Glock nine
I rock wind, I m a star I m famous
Got my own language cool when I swang it
Oh, I m all out the door
351 with the shift in the floor

(chorus 2x)
Come on you beezy lets do some grown shit
Put on a tight thong too small that don t fit
When I m on the thizz I m a fool I don t quit
Unborn kids, nut I own shit

(verse 2)
Dre rock rhymes from here to New York
Only smoke rope no coke or New Ports
Hubotchi Benihana pork on my fork
Rapping is a sport and this is my court
Do anything to win my referees cheat
I flagrant foul and bruise to beat
Read em and weap
I m a royal flush
Give me some shrums
So I can get mushed
Kick dust, always in something tight
Hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe
Fucking dikes, in Vegas or Reno ask Kilo, nigga he know
I m well connected I know big wells
Did shows in harryels been in hella jails and federals
But nigga it never fails
The shit don t stop when I drop hella sales
Hella mail, call me the postman
From Vallejo born in Oakland
Yolking, Dodge Diplomats
Fuck three strikes get the bitch to bat

(chorus 2x to end)

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[Messy Marv]
Believe all what you see, and 50% of these tapes
cuz half these rap niggas is fake
cousin we bang hard even behind bars
with c.o s and guards, my niggas run the yard
they knocking Messy Marv, cuz the dope so clean
415, B.G.F, crips, and 14
im a top hat rap cat you niggas locals
and couldn t recognize the game with bi-locals
im big shit and operation by a coastle
and the mob woke up when we suppose to
keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke
keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke
aint no jobs niggas so we forced to sale dope
and roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke
I hit yo house party jeweled and bandana
im from the Cartel the real Tony s Montana s
we put drums and bananas on iz real
hood nut niggas spencing on e pills
i could see the niggas head bitch had him
so i let the 50 cal get with him
I keep it real I don t rap about fake shit
its California man we draw down and take shit
I don t rap about fake shit this California man we draw down and take shit

[Mac Dre]
Hoop out the coo-nut, change over to the range rover
mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower
I aint sober im ripped and tilted
half of it the remi but nigga i killed it
damn near spilt it on my encey cloths
its the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes
20 inch doe, wood grain, leather, strapped riding
with a eagle in the desert
its the Mac almighty, Andre Hicks
and aint a punk rock bitch that i cant get
and nigga I cant trip on making nothing but my scrill
and that iz real , like a iz pill
and i will kill, put one to yo liver
im a pimp nigga taking everything you give up
flossing while you suckas is starving
im eating crab and crust-striations
with my nigga Messy Marvin

Three cliffs there stand
High above where high winds howl
Surrounding silence
Three birds climb, then turn to fall

Waiting for someday when the ocean and sky
Will cover up the land in deep blue
Renaissance is over and I wonder:
- Should I always be the same once again?

Take my hand and follow
Sweeping trees, the coats...

High above yer shadow smiles at me.
Way down belove I hear you serenly breathe.

I m running after you throughout
The valleys of tormented souls,
Don t you be afraid of me only kissing your shadow...
You re so far away, I can feel your scent,
when I...

Down by the dock, hot blood in the sun
The body lays up against the weeds
The locals said the man had it comin
And it s time someone put him six feet in the ground
Where did she go that night
Where did she sleep when the morning came
To the summerhouse (cha!)
Mrs. showed...

Hell-hound, hot leather on your legs
That smokin powder keg
You re riding on is hell-bound
And you re the one they claim
It s going down in flames
You re riding Hades rails (Hellion)

Hellion -The devil s Hellion child
Hellion -will never have to die

Wuthering heights

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We d roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me?
When I needed to possess you
I hated you, I loved you too...
Bad dreams in the night,
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind...