Monday Through Sunday

Lyrics

[Into: Mac Dre] Macramento Richmond, Vallejo, Oakland Pittsburgh, Sebastopol, Berkeley, Santa Rosa, Gilroy Modesto, Stockton, Pinole Oakland, did I say Oakland? Yeah, did I say Vallejo? [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I eat a nigga like jello Play a bitch like cello I'm the kind of fellow that will "yee" instead of "hello" I do it acapello, or in the mix I'm the almighty mack, Andre Hicks I'm versatile you can catch me at the [?] Doing everything from fly fishing to badminton When I'm ass hitting, I'm in it like a thong Old school like pong, sav like Donkey Kong Eat a thing long, a crustacean Grew up with Sisters, heinas, Asians and Caucasians I stay blazing, nothing but the best Oh, where I'm from? Bitch, the Crest The wild wild west, California Floss too hard a nigga might pull up on ya I like Beanie, I like Kiss, I like Jigga But them niggas act different, I'm a West Coast nigga [Hook] Monday I'm politicking through the ghetto Tuesday backseat with mommies and amaretto Wednesday it's pimping hookers in stilettos Thursday I'll probably swoop looking for that hello Friday I'm at a throwback with my fellows Saturday off in the club, spending dinero Sunday I'm out in traffic to the pedal Seven days a week out on these streets, I just can't let go [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Fresh dressed like a skrillion bucks Threw on my suede chucks, I don't give a fuck Mouth full of jewels, I'm a fool Come through mashing and dipping an old school Ho's choose, 'cause partner I'm a pimp I eat prawns I don't eat skrimp California exempt on my tail I go to jail, I post bail Live the life of a Northern California rap star Many concert house parties in the backyard Punch it in your north star, Vallejo nigga I don't smoke it if it don't got the smell nigga Pick a bitch up, fuck, take her money, cut I'm a California thug, nigga what? Like Messy Marv, Cougnut, the Bigga Figga RBL and 4-Tay, I'm a Bay nigga [Hook] Monday I'm politicking through the ghetto Tuesday backseat with mommies and amaretto Wednesday it's pimping hookers in stilettos Thursday I'll probably swoop looking for that hello Friday I'm at a throwback with my fellows Saturday off in the club, spending dinero Sunday I'm out in traffic to the pedal Seven days a week out in these streets, I just can't let go [Verse 3: Mac Dre] Zapco board, Zeus amps Phantom tops and dome lamps Six wheels car sitting A1 Your guy, from the Bay son Everything we ride is high po Shut the freeway down, have a sideshow All night though, I might go Post up with a breezy and some light though That's my life bro, I thought you heard Like erry other nigga on my curb The rapper gone bad, Mac Dre boy And this is what we do in the Bay boy [Hook] Monday I'm politicking through the ghetto Tuesday backseat with mommies and amaretto Wednesday it's pimping hookers in stilettos Thursday I'll probably swoop looking for that hello Friday I'm at a throwback with my fellows Saturday off in the club, spending dinero Sunday I'm out in traffic to the pedal Seven days a week out in these streets, I just can't let go