Yeah man, young Mac Dre
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I pops it boy, I pops it big
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[Verse 1:]
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It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push
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On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss
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I've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels
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Not never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills
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And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many
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Drink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi
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M-A-C-D-R-E, that's me
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Like 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee
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To all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama
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Rodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama
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I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas
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Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma
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Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts
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Don't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch
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But they respect it if not they get rejected
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I'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected
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[Chorus x2]
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[? ], uno, dos, cuatro
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I'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato
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Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal
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Warm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable
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[Verse 2:]
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I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers
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Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders
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Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies
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And when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me
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Baby do me is all them hutches holler
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I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada
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More game than keno, down to trips to reno
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Sippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino
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C-note stacka' pack a P-89
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Love group sex take 'em three at a time
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And boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey
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Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray
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Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare
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You know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player
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Resurrected double R elected
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Haters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real
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About my scrill got to pay my bills
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Boy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid
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Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy
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Busting out like tities in a bra that's too small
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Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall
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Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay
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I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)
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Been rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis
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Rompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis
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I'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny
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Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny
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Raping pockets I get mine however it come
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Boy I get dumb about my income
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Mac furly up early sippin' X-O
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Nothing correctable; nigga you know
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[Chorus x2]
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Nothin' Correctable
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Mac Dre |