[Mac Dre:]
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Cherry to Peach, peach to the plum
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Rite bout now I'm about to get dumb
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I'm a young black brotha 4rm the V town city
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Records for my uzi, hot dogs and smity
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My homeboy's Sease on a Cold Crest Cut
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To all u bitches I like to say Wats Up
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Freak females, with that whale tale
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If u wanna real man, baby come to Vallejo
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3 feet down is were I kick at
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Yes baby doll, u no I spit that
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Game to your brain, Mac Dre's is tha name
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I you feinin for my rhymes like dope from Cane
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Oh yea, I'm quite a dictive, it's madatary 4 me to spit this
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Mac Dre that big ol playa
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So much game I need to run 4 Mayor, or even President
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Just livin large, Ooo they wood hate 2 see a brotha in Charge
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Drivin round town with the system Jammin
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They woodn't understand to hear the president slammin
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With the dead presidents or I'm stackin yah
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I gotta make me another flip a maximum
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Celluar phones, hot bedroom homes, and a 14th carco Microphone
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I like to send a romp shot to my homeboy D
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Put the R to the O to the M to the P
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Just a little somethin to make u bug
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Get romped out and put a hole in the rug
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Wheather in a car or at a party
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Don't be scared to dance like marty
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Put a double romp boggie in your behind
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Pay close attention while I spit this rhyme
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I don't drive a caddy, cause I'm not betty
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I like to drive round town in a tite ass chevy
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With 2inch white walls, yea that's rite ya'll
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Call me on my beeper, leave a code I mite call
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And if not I'll see you in the traffic
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On my way to make my money and stack it
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It's the same everyday, everday is the same
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I'm just a young playa with so much game, Mac Dre
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And don't u 4 get, Fonky Fonky Fonky Fonky
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Dope rhymes wat u get 4rm Mac D.R.E.
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[Chrous:]
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Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E.
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Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E.
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[The Mac:]
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The Mac, it's wat my name, nigga talk down cause I'm so dam famous
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But I ain't trippin, I keep on Mackin, keep on pimpin, I keep on stackin
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Them green dollars that u no I no I do
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Makin these fonky ass songs for you
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I went to Claim Bay, for a little of practice
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Now that I'm back UH! I'm at this
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Police still jack, I just laugh
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They say wheres the dope, I say u want a autograph
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I use a ink pen to sell my drug
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I'm gonna keep on writin 4 the bitches and thugs
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With a white, black, or u can slap um
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Give me a drug beat, and we'll be partyin
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I'm just like that, I ain't trippin
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And if the bitch is fine, then I'm spitin
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Cause in the party I'm a horny muthaphucka
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Gurls in tite jeans don't press your luck bout
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Step to like a pimp, then shot u to the telly then do yah
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Yea u no the Mac is real retarded
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Bout is fonk as a fat man farted
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I don't slow down, I just speed up
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A yo Mac Dre fire the weed up
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Cause I really flow, when my eyes get low
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Or I'm really really jucied at a Mac Dre song
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Wat ever the equation my eyes are red
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Fat 40 in the hand, and beleive I said that
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Been an alcohlic since the age of 13
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Believe my brotha I'm a dope fein
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I need Ol E, that's my pipe
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My mouth is a flame, I heat up the mic
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And in a battle, I'm sure as corshin
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And if your really talkin shit then I'l str8 up tourch ya
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He flows down, hah, I'm 4rm the V town
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I'm bout to heat up, turn the beat up
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Now I'm short ya'll and I like to thank ya'll
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4 comin out, so fire up the dank ya'll
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And blow the smoke out at the same time
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So I can get a tic, while I'm spitin my rhyme
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I'm out of hear, bout I'll be back
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Listen to this fonky ass dope track
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Bout the Mac and don't u forget it
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Fonky Fonky Fonky dope rhymes that u get 4rm the M.A.C.
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[chrous:]
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The M.A.C. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E.
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I'm the M.A.C. I'm the M.A.C.
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Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E.
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[song fades out]
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The M.A.C & Mac D.R.E. "Wit The Mac"
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Mac Dre |