Livin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Dre] Yeah, and I'm hooked with a cutthroat team, man A bunch of gorilla type, razorback type niggas, yadidamean Yeah, uh [Verse: Mac Dre] I'm a mack, I crack at all the babb I see Morris Dre, ain't nobody bad like me My game is All Madden, call me Aladdin I'm the genie of the lamp, boy, I make it happen Abra-ca-motherfuckin'-dabra Cold cock stabber with no viagra Long dong, take a piss off a bridge And tell a bitch how cold the water is I roll with Rydah, bitch, the Fig Mobba And I'm Dre the Mac, not the motherfuckin' Doctor A Grouch like Oscar, I'll cuss your ass out Knock your ass out in a toe to toe bout I throw the ho out if her pockets stay linted My Benz is paid for, don't ride nothin' rented I'm scented with Jean Paul Gaultier Holla at Dre when you come through the Bay [Chorus: I Rocc] That's why we put a bitch on stroll, mayne, she gotta get it Know she gotta get that dough, mayne, you gotta be wit' it Pimpin' all up in my soul, mayne, the only way we livin' All up on a ho, mayne, on a ho, mayne Put a bitch on stroll, mayne, she gotta get it Know she gotta get that dough, mayne, you gotta be wit' it Pimpin' all up in my soul, mayne, the only way we livin' All up on a ho, mayne, on a ho, mayne