[Jacka]
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You know these whodies be askin'
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Uni Mack 10
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Can I be your bitch (can I be your bitch)
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Naw, you can be my ho
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I put you on a track
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And bring me back all my cheese
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Get on your knees
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So I can smoke green leaves
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Paper chase for me
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They found dope in my show
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Catch a case for me
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Act faithful to your pimp
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Like a P-I-T
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Wool out
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Don't let go to what you got
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And don't come back short
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Cuz you might get mopped
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I'm a pimp
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And hoes ain't shit without 'em
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I use to fuck 'em
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And forget about 'em
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Now they bring me back major skrill
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So I can stack 'til I peel
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I can change for the good
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Half an hour, I'm there [?]
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She's mine
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Plus she's blind to the fact that I'm The Jacka
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Mista Cali Co packa
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I have ta
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Floss to be the boss
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You just a black girl lost
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But she ain't in my game plan
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In some chalk
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[Chorus]
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It's The Jacka
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Mista Cali Co packa
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I got the
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The major slice in a Acura
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Imagine bein' brought
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No clothes, no show
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Gonna get high
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But can't fade on the road
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Fuck that!
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I'd rather be the young sav on the track
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Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes
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Cuz I'm the mack (I'm the mack)
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[Jacka]
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My momma raised me like a mack
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So I stuck wit it
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Tight you wanna remain wit yo Mrs.
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Then keep them bitches out my side
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Ain't havin' no joke on these hoes
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Nigga from the start
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I learned to break a hoes pockets
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To break that young girl's heart
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Evil whispers in my head
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Tellin' me don't stop 'til I'm ballin'
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You come back short wit yo cash
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It'll be that ass that she crawlin'
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Pimp on
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But don't limit
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Yourself to pimpin'
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Scandalous women
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Youngsta they suck their ways
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In this game that'll get you paid
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So I let the whispers guide me
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Put the past behind me
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Cuz the cash is blindin' me
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Fuck bein' broke
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I got my town by the throat
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Coughing up major doe
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But it wasn't enough
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Beacuse the bomb I smoke
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And the fluff I snow
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Turned me into a killa
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For the skrilla
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Won't stop eatin'
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I got ten million, dollars
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Nine million acres
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Plus a casino in Vegas
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I'm 'bout the faces on the table
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That's keepin' me in this shit
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And it's real
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Maybe if they kill another president
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They'll make a three dollar bill
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Must be the skrill
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[Chorus]
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[Jacka]
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I had a problem wit meetin' hoes
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Who try to get over on me
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Thinkin' just because I [?]
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Then we gonna kick 'em down
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Oh not me, not one-O
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I break a bitch down
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Wit a blow to the nose
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Cuz I'm a savage
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One night we wasn't careful
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Parkin' lot pimpin'
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And a fine ho was yellin' like a wyno
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Was comin' at me like I'm a sucka
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She must of thought that I was a busta
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Comin' out the club
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So I slugged her in her mugg
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"What's up blood"
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A nigga yelled hella loud
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From out the crowd (west up)
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Like he was fed up puttin' work for the skirt
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I'm raisin' up my shirt
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He told me hollow tips hurt
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So back up jerk
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Cuz you don't want me
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Uni M-A-C
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Man you don't want me
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[Chorus]
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[The Jacka talking]
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Cuz I'm the mack
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You know
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I'm the muthafuckin' mack
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How many real macks you know nigga
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Ask yourself that question
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And I bet you only know one
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Check it out
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My nigga Rob Low on this tight ass beat
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I don't give a fuck what nobody say
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Can't nobody fuck wit it
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I only know one real mack
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I gotta say wussup to my nigga O Federali
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My nigga S.L.O.
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My nigga Young Uz
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My niggas from the L.O.B
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My nigga Bishop
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What's goin' down
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Cuz I'm The Mack
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| The Jacka |
