3rd Wall

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[Verse: Mac Dre] This one's from the Metro, in my Jordan retro Strapped with my .38 Special (Strapped with my heat) Pushing my vessel, corner in and on a mission Dre Bledsoe, quarterback, my position Bring the quarter back in the kitchen I'm five zips, some B-12 and some whip-it's But now I'm whippin' and flippin' styles No more running from Detective Giles I'm rapping now, roll stakes the highest A globetrotter, platinum, for us by us It's mackin' I bust, I rap and I cuss It keeps me with "In God We Trust" I'm taking trips to Alaska now Eating crab flambe Alaskan style With my 3rd Wall niggas, they do it gigantic Comin' up to the club with dubs on the Titanic [Chorus] It's just Thizz and 3rd Wall Entertainment It ain't nothin' but a money-making arrangement KC to the Bay with Mac Dre 3rd Wall, man, make the crowd sway [Outro: DJ Backside] Yo, what up, it's your girl DJ Backside, that's right I'm not able to take your call right now But leave your girl a message, a'ight? And also, in the meantime, check DJBackside.com Get your "Got Bay" shirts, your mixtapes, whatever you need, mayne And holla at yo' girl
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- Mac Dre