(feat. Mac Dre) You crash-helmet wearin heifer You turf-dirt tramp Sack-chasin ass cunt Bathwaterless biatch Whats up with it ho, tell me whats it all about? Since you always talkin shit when this pimp dick not in yo mouth And then you wonder why a nigga quick to dig yo helmet And slap yo ass so hard when usually I'm smooth as velvet See trick I'm from the bay and man we make them broads obey And if you don't then you gon (?) swatter or sling (?) on mac dre Word to OJ and my nigga ike turner If that ho don't know her role, them ima learn her (learn her?) Since out I turned her, she get hella emotional But don't let the square be his feelins if that ass beat down And even now I get the feeling hes sayin “a real man would never put his hands on a woman” But a punk-bitch ain't no lady that's shifty and shady Proven connivin 51/50 crazy But I'm quick to introduce her to the mac-prozac, choke-holds and back hand slaps Now bitch dig that! [Chorus x2] Mac-a-fram-a-lama punk ho toe-tagga Savage mani-manish ???? the money homey bastard Big face stacker and a mouth piece master Never chase that bitch, id rather let you suckas catch her Now to, understand-a mac-a-fram-a-lama, you must first know the lingo comprehend the grammar Feel me when I flow, learn when I'm lacin Mack, I match the art of communication 365 days a year, I'm in the bitch year, sayin what she wanna hear Tryin to get things clear, if they ain't clear, and if she stay here, shes runnin like the reindeer And I'm playin here, mackin fo real, hackin a steal, stackin a scrill so if you happen to feel, kinda pimperistic, you got the *furly ghost* In ya, you feelin my linguistic don't get it twisted, lets keep it on the up and up The Blood about it if she out there fuckin up Its time to toughin up, keep this cutt-throatish Mac-a-fram-a-lama niggaz? it's the coldest! Oops upside yo head Keep poppin off at the grill and ima beat you like an egg See your brothers a punk and your daddys an old man they get in my business and ima send 'em back payin You know what I'm sayin, no ho I ain't no gentleman Im a cut-throat nigga from that Crest side clan Wont tell you check yourself cuz I got it A tested method to get a bitch back in pocket See when my breezys start to bumpin them gums A mack black out, and get to goin on one And I don't give a fuck, let the police come Let this bitch wig because she much too dumb Said I don't give a fuck let the police come Let this bitch wig because she much too dumb We keepin it mackin on the real where I'm from A nothing-ass slut talk shit, she gets stomped, stomped [Chorus] Thanks to Audrion for these lyrics
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Mac Dre) You crash-helmet wearin heifer You turf-dirt tramp Sack-chasin ass cunt Bathwaterless biatch Whats up with it ho, tell me whats it all about? Since you always talkin shit when this pimp dick not in yo mouth And then you wonder why a nigga quick to dig yo helmet And slap yo ass so hard when usually I'm smooth as velvet See trick I'm from the bay and man we make them broads obey And if you don't then you gon (?) swatter or sling (?) on mac dre Word to OJ and my nigga ike turner If that ho don't know her role, them ima learn her (learn her?) Since out I turned her, she get hella emotional But don't let the square be his feelins if that ass beat down And even now I get the feeling hes sayin “a real man would never put his hands on a woman” But a punk-bitch ain't no lady that's shifty and shady Proven connivin 51/50 crazy But I'm quick to introduce her to the mac-prozac, choke-holds and back hand slaps Now bitch dig that! [Chorus x2] Mac-a-fram-a-lama punk ho toe-tagga Savage mani-manish ???? the money homey bastard Big face stacker and a mouth piece master Never chase that bitch, id rather let you suckas catch her Now to, understand-a mac-a-fram-a-lama, you must first know the lingo comprehend the grammar Feel me when I flow, learn when I'm lacin Mack, I match the art of communication 365 days a year, I'm in the bitch year, sayin what she wanna hear Tryin to get things clear, if they ain't clear, and if she stay here, shes runnin like the reindeer And I'm playin here, mackin fo real, hackin a steal, stackin a scrill so if you happen to feel, kinda pimperistic, you got the *furly ghost* In ya, you feelin my linguistic don't get it twisted, lets keep it on the up and up The Blood about it if she out there fuckin up Its time to toughin up, keep this cutt-throatish Mac-a-fram-a-lama niggaz? it's the coldest! Oops upside yo head Keep poppin off at the grill and ima beat you like an egg See your brothers a punk and your daddys an old man they get in my business and ima send 'em back payin You know what I'm sayin, no ho I ain't no gentleman Im a cut-throat nigga from that Crest side clan Wont tell you check yourself cuz I got it A tested method to get a bitch back in pocket See when my breezys start to bumpin them gums A mack black out, and get to goin on one And I don't give a fuck, let the police come Let this bitch wig because she much too dumb Said I don't give a fuck let the police come Let this bitch wig because she much too dumb We keepin it mackin on the real where I'm from A nothing-ass slut talk shit, she gets stomped, stomped [Chorus] Thanks to Audrion for these lyrics
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