[verse 1:]
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Light yourself a dank joint, letcha mind go
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Listen to these lyrics as I let this rhyme flow
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I'm funky with this shit 'cause my style is authentic
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It keeps them suckas jockin' so my windows stay tinted
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I meant it when I said "I will pimp til I die"
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Makin' them bitches cry
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And nigga, don't ask me why
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I flow that pimp shit 'cause I know that pimp shit
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I smoke that hemp shit - not with that simp shit
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Stupid doo-doo dumb is the only way I come
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Let the track ride, gimme the mic and I'll run
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Smooth with the groove like a saxophone
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My backs is on, and man, caps is blown
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Straight off suckas' heads with the rhymes I shoot
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Fuckin with the bitch as she's kind of cute
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I find a loop
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I shake the spot
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You'll never hear a bitch say I ate the cock
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I mack, kick back, and stack that cash
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I throw these things fool, don't make me tap that ass
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The Mac named Dre is the man for real
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Hoes wanna ride in me Sedan DeVille
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Cause I'm a - young playa with that Crest Side game
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Kickin the funky shit, makin the rest sound lame, and...
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[chorus:]
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Every time I rap, I bust what cha like
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Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch the mic [x2]
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[verse 2:]
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They trips when I flips cause I'm nothing respectable
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But still when I spill, boy, I'm nothing correctable
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I got raps that make them niggaz say "Goddamn -
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He the fool with the mic in his hand"
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I could teach a square everything he's lackin'
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Cause partna, I'm a playa with some uncut mackin'
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I spit that shit that makes tricks go run and hide
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Damn them clowns around town that wonder why
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I never give a bitch who ain't rich the time of day
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They got to be fucked up if they think that I'm a pay
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I'm a play
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Until she's all played out
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Have her friends sayin' "Damn girl, you Mac Dre'd out! "
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[chorus]
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[verse 3:]
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At the drop of a dime, I can rhyme a tight rap
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And make them motherfuckers say "Damn, he like that"
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Get them with the tongue that will run for many miles
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Gettin' niggaz sprung cause I come with many styles
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Hoes come in rows to get chose, they gettin' with me
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Sayin I'm the flyest on the side of the Mississippi
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Banned in six states by the surgeon general
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I'm known to be addictive, sellin dope subliminals
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And I don't stop servin' like them fools at Denny's
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Like Julius Erving, Michael Jordan, and Penny
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I go coast to coast with a dose of this realness
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Slappin' your brain with this game, can you feel this?
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I flow like river water
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Ain't no nigga harder
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Others that was rockin is forgotten like Jimmy Carter
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But I'm gon' be around
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Just like hand-me-downs
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An old-ass playa still pullin' them panties down
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[chorus]
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What Cha Like
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Mac Dre |