Maca-Frama-Lamma

Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Mall] Ya crash helmet wearin' heifer You turf dirt tramp You sack chasin' ass cunt Bath waterless bitch [Verse 1: Mac Mall] What's up wit' it, ho, tell me what's 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 mayne, we make them broads obey And if you don't then you gon' sport an arm sling or neck brace Word to OJ and my nigga Ike Turner If that ho don't know her role, then I'ma learn her (Learn her?) Since out I turned her, she get hella emotion-al But don't let them square biz his feelings get that ass beat down And even now I get the feminists saying "A real man would never put his hands on a woman" But a punk bitch ain't no lady, they shifty and shady Crooked, conniving, 51/50 crazy But I'm quick to introduce her to the Mac prozac Chokeholds and back hand slaps, now bitch, dig that [Chorus: Mac Mall] Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bastard (That's right) Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Never chase that bitch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bastard (That's right) Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Never chase that bitch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her (Uh-uh, uh-uh) [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Now to understand a maca-frama-lamma You must first know the lingo, comprehend the grammar Feel me when I flow, learn when I'm lacin' MAC: I Mastered the Art of Communication (Uh) Three hundred and sixty-five days a year I'm in a bitch ear, sayin' what she wanna hear Tryna get things clear, if it ain't clear And if she stay here, she's runnin' like the reindeer (Ho, ho, ho) No playin' here, this is mackin' for real I'm packin' the steel, then stackin' the scrill So if you happen to feel kinda pimperistic You got the Furly Ghost in ya, you feelin' my linguistics Don't get it twisted, let's keep this on the up and up Beat the blood up out her if she out there fuckin' up It's time to toughen up and do this cutthroatish The maca-frama-lamma niggas is the coldest (We the coldest) [Chorus: Mac Mall] Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bastard (That's right) Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Never chase that bitch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bastard (That's right) Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Never chase that bitch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her (Uh-uh, uh-uh) [Verse 3: Mac Mall] Oops upside yo' head Keep poppin' off at the grill and I'ma beat you like an egg See, your brother's a punk and your daddy's an old man They get in my business and I'ma send 'em back dead You know what I'm sayin', no, ho, I ain't no gentleman I'm a cutthroat nigga from that there Crestside clan Won't tell you check yourself 'cause I got it A tested method to get a bitch back in pocket See, one of my breezys start to bumpin' them gums A mack blackout and get to goin' on one And I don't give a fuck, let the police come But split this bitch wig because she much too dumb (What you say? What you say?) Said I don't give a fuck let the police come (Let 'em come, ho) But split this bitch wig because she much too dumb (I'm still gon' split that wig) We keepin' it mackin' on the real where I'm from (That Bay, mayne) A nothing-ass slut talk shit, she gets stomped, stomped [Chorus: Mac Mall] Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bastard (That's right) Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Never chase that bitch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her (Uh-uh, uh-uh) Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bastard (That's right) Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Never chase that bitch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her (Uh-huh, uh-huh) [Outro: Mac Mall] It's mackin', it's mackin' They got that fear of a Mac planet, fear of a Mac planet They don't want a nigga to come through and lay down the rules, you feel? But a bitch gon' mind (That's right) Or I'ma put a motherfuckin' gator boot in her behind