Nothin’ Correctable

Lyrics

Uh Yeah mane Young Mac Dre I pops it boy I pops it big [Verse 1] It all started off with the doctor tellin' my momma push On July 5th, one-nine-seven-oh, Mac Dre hopped out that puss I've been soakin' game since Rock 'Em Sock 'Em and Hot Wheels Not never the chance to pass me, I keep 'em jockin', I got skills And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many Drink Privilege Hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with Rémy (Rémy?) M-A-C D-R-E, that's me Like 'em freaky like Janet, not Jackson, but jack me, yee! To all my niggas in the manor, to Alabama Rodrigo blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bammer I plan to have a ticket and kick it in The Bahamas Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby mama (Nah!) 'cause I will get your scrill when I kill, all in them guts Don't give a fuck, when you give a crippled crab a crutch But they respect it, if not they get rejected I'm M-D, the MC, that's not to be corrected [Hook] Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?) I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!) Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!) Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?) I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!) Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!) Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable [Verse 2] I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers Quick to pop the trunk, but will come from the shoulders (That's right!) Got the cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies And when he hand it to me, I'm funky like Mtume "Do me. Baby, do me." is all them hutches holler I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on Granadas More game than keno, gamblin' trips to Reno Sippin' cappuccino, eatin' Italian cioppino C-note stacka, pack a P89 (P89) Love group sex, take 'em three at a time And boy I be outta line, when I'm full o' that Tanqueray Quick to grab the choppa, cock 'er, aim, and spray Urban guerrilla, warfare extraordinaire You know about my mackin', but boy I'm more than a playa (That right) Resurrected, double R elected Haters get ejected, I'm nothin' to be corrected [Hook] Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?) I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!) Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!) Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?) I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!) Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!) Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable [Verse 3] Pistol packin' playa, gangsta mac for reals (For reals) About my scrill, got to pay my bills Boy I'm in it to win it, if you weak and timid Better watch how you spend it, I'll take yours like gimmicks Bustin' out like titties (titties?), in a bra that's too small (Ha-ha) Grew up off Too $hort, stackin' scrill too tall Mac Drizzay, all damn dizzay I keep hoes dizzay and the one-time bizzay Been rappin' before they called Mac Mall Grimace Romp in peace Mike Robinson, son of Dennis (That right) I'm in this, too deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronnie Rapin' pockets I get mine, however it come Boy I get dumb, about my income Mac Furley, up early, sippin' X-O Nothin' correctable. Nigga, you know! [Hook] Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?) I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!) Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!) Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?) I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!) Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!) Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable