On My Toes

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Kick back, relax, let me bust one And don't trip if I cuss one Or two times while I'm spittin' the shit It's just a way a nigga straight be gettin' the grit Microphone master Mac Dre is the name I got donkey for a bitch and when I'm slangin' the thang Hoes go delirious 'cause the dick is so serious Fuckin' bitch after bitch, 'cause they all be curious A young nigga down to break you for everything And 'Mr. Flamboyant' is a song I'll never sing I'm not with The Click shit, I'm straight with the sick shit And any South sucker, I'm ready to get wit' Romped out Crest down motherfucker This Romp life I could never get enough of Ridin', sidin', whippin', dippin' 24-7, a nigga ain't trippin' Hoes steady tryna do me Stay the fuck back, you damn tramp hoochie M.D., the player of the 9-0 You got ten bitches, I got ten fine hoes That's how it goes, I'm a pimp and it shows Stay on my toes (Stay on my toes) Stay on my toes (Stay on my toes) Stay on my toes [Verse 2] I'm a lyrical rap-speaking-making-beatin' combination Straight from the Crest, unlike the rest, I'm here to rock the nation I'm down with E and A.G. Curt, Marty, and Jason I smoke the weed, it gets me keyed, but never would I be lacin' Nothin' clean, on the heem, you rarely see me sober I break a bitch who's filthy rich, I'm always getting over Give me your number on the under, love to get to know ya I'd get you hot and hit the spot, just gimme the chance to show ya The M the A the C the D the R the E Suckers imitate, but it's hard to be A young player shootin' to the tizzop Could never be a sucker who's sprung on some cizzot Mac Drizzay, the one you like to listen to I'm on the dizzank and now I'm fixin' to Get dizzope with some shit I wrizzote I got a Chizzev and every time I yizzoke You see smizzoke and then you start to chizzoke Pockets stay fizzat, could never be brizzoke Mac Drizzay, all damn dizzay I get bizzay and stack that pizzay The one you like to hear recite the raps I write I never bite, I'm not the type Don't take me light, we'll have to fight Sick with the shit, so motherfucker, you better get it right A money-makin', hoochie-sinkin', Crestside player 6-foot-1 with lots of curls in my hair So much game I need to run for mayor She steady pays me, but I never will pay her Day, Ray and Clete, they got my bizzack Ronnie, D and Freak, some more in the pizzack My manager Stan drives a Cadillizzac And Khayree pays me real fizzat [Outro] Fizzat, fizzat, fizzat, fizzat, fizzat, fizzat I'm just a mizzack, m—, m—, mizzack Making lotsa money on the Sage Street trizzack Trizzack, trizzack, trizzack, trizzack Stay on my toes I'm just a mi—, mi—, mi—, mi—, mi—, mi—, mizzack, mizzack, mizzack Stay on my toes, stay on my toes, stay on my toes