Lyrics

Not long ago in a place real far I knocked this hutch at a grill slash bar Fucking up some prawns n chips Cause Mac Dre don't eat omelets Suckin' my teeth like I'm the shit On gin but I think it's time to switch Bar tender give me something strong Don't want no Iced Tea Island Long Gimmie stoli's with Roses lime Man I get that all the time Throwback, Steve Largent #80 I looked up and I saw this lady On my momma, I ain't fat mouthin' The bitch looked like she could suck a thousand But her ass wasn't really all that giant She must have been workin' her Fonda diet Man you know she looked alike That Filipino broad jay used to like Bottom line, she was fine You don't see this kind all the time Man you know my name first is Mac Walked up to her put down my act I said 'Excuse me, lady, is somethin' wrong? You've been staring at pimpin' way too long Why do you keep on eyeing a nigga?' Cuddie, the bitch started cryin a river?! I said 'What's wrong?' like a cared... She said she caught her pimp fucking a square I said damn you must be devastated She said I've been with him since I graduated... But wait a minute... you look familiar I said 'C'mon now, look, Cecilia That's the oldest line in the book That's bunk like dope I used to cook' She said 'Uhh don't you rap?' I said 'Yes, it is I, Andre the Mac' She said 'Well, uh, if that's the case then wave five thou wow in my face' She said she's been my fan since she was 12 And if she was gonna choose it might as well be me The M to the D and that five thou wow choosing fee? (Now this story has four possible endings Is Mac dre a going to A) reach back like a pimp and slap the ho and tell her 'bitch beat it I ain't no rest haven for runaway bitches' B) Start speaking Swahili 'cause he thinks the bitch is the fuzz tryin' ta pinch pimpin C) Or does he P.I.M.P and tell the bitch 'Put it in my pocket, you beezy' I said 'Look, if you want Dreezy You gonna have to put it in my pocket, you beezy' The bitch reached in her Fendi bag and almost made pimpin' grow a shag I said 'God damn, bitch' The bitch had 40 grand, kids 10 thousand in stacks of ten I said 'They gonna put you up under the pen' I said 'We can't do this in no bar Let's talk about things in my car' Who is this bitch can I trust her? Took her outside to my Plymouth duster She said there's one more thing that you should know There's one more hoe and where I go she go I said where I come from 3 is fun, plus, 1 is too close to none Twinkle twinkle Cow moo moo I shit on niggas Al boo boo [x3]