Ask For

Lyrics

[Verse: Mac Dre] If I ain't drunk now, I'm finna be I'm  full of the Remy, ready to engage the enemy Push  the extremity, hear me, and don't let up Use his bitch to set up, and then wet up Nigga, shut up, you ain't got my mail yet Get  hit with the Kel-Tec, with the shell-catch My  bitch mail-fetch, sell sex, she rich I check ill traps and will slap the bitch So  cold, my little niggas from the North Pole Put ya in a chokehold and shoot up your Ford Probe Apply force, we a mobile strike force Put 365 horse in a tight Porsche When  my source gives me the coordinates I sic 'em, get 'em, hit 'em with the pair of ordnance You insubordinates get the cutthroat guillotine Ya-da-di-mean? Nigga, this the killa team [Chorus: Mac Dre & Mac Mall] They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it [Outro] - Talk to the hand 'cause the face don't wanna hear it anymore - What hand? Talk to your hand? - You ain't all that and a bag of potato chips - What are you talking about? - Don't go there, girlfriend, mhm - Whose girlfriend? - Don't mess with me, I'm one crazy mofo. I had to pop a cop 'cause he wouldn't give me props in Oaktown. No? I heard that somewhere