Mac Dre’vious

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Mac Dre’vious

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[Miami Talking] Where you going Mac Dre'vious? What is his name? What is his other name though? The guru of pimpin'.. Mac guru mo' gimpin' The guru of pimpin' [Mac Dre] As I walk through the crowd I could hear necks snappin' I here voices saying "Oh gee, He rappin'?" Its mackin' funky fresh in the flesh You might see me in the traffic rolling SS Or GS, Excursion or Navi Or maybe Range Rovin' perkin' with some babby It's daddy recruitin' hoes that love goosin' Robbin' and shootin', indulge in prostitution I'm goosin', juicin' and game inducin' To claim restitution, I ain't got no suits and Quit mother goosin' this ain't no story I'm a cutthoat pimp fighting for my glory It's me, MD, bitch follow me And we can get paid for dick swallowing Bada bing bada bang, it really ain't no thang I'm deep in this game, and you a freak in this game So we can exchange the pimpin' for the ho-in Baby you ain't knowin' the top is where I'm goin' There's no one that could ever do it better I gets my cheddar, mozzarella or whatever... Or whatever, the earth is my turf Where I roam is my home, cutthoat rolling stone Catch me with ladies in a fuckin' Mercedes Countin' fetti while I'm sucking on tetties I dress eighties, keep it old schoolish So shut the fuck up nigga and let me do this Who this? Oh, it's you You got [?] for me, baby, bring it with that other two I'm blinging and because of you, I live lav' Everything I want is everything I have It's the lifestyle of the sav' and lavish Girl, money makes the world twirl, I'm having cabbage Kick back relax let me bust one mo' I'm a gun slinger partner I do it gung ho Got a dumb flow, keep more than one ho It's Mr. Hicks in the mix nigga hear me in the gumbo Run ho, you're square as a box And I'm a thug, the kind of guy that'll swear to your pops I fled from the cops, and sold rocks in my past time And jack fools straight faced with no mask I'm A cutthoat, I don't have to prove it to ya I'll leave ya ass stuck with buckshots movin' through ya I'mma do ya like you never been done Have you screaming "I need bullets, hurry up, run" [fades with Miami talking]

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  • Mac Dre