The Coldest MC

Lyrics

[Intro] Mac muthafuckin' Dre, bitch Back through here, doing something vicious Spittin' that shit that ya like You know, this what I want y'all to do Check this out... [Verse 1] Light yourself a dank joint, letcha mind go Listen to these lyrics as I let this rhyme flow I'm funky with this shit 'cause my style is authentic It keeps them suckas jockin', so my windows stay tinted I meant it when I said "I will pimp til I die" Makin' them bitches cry And nigga, dont ask me why I flow that pimp shit 'cause I know that pimp shit I smoke that hemp shit, not with that simp shit Stupid doo-doo dumb is the only way I come Let the track ride, gimme the mic and I'll run Smooth with the groove like a saxophone My raps is on, and man, caps is blown Straight off suckas' heads with the rhymes I shoot Fuckin' with the bitch if she's kinda cute I find her loot, I shake the spot You'll never hear a bitch say I ate the cot I mack, kick back, and stack that cash I throw these thangs, fool, don't make me tap that ass The Mac named Dre is the man for real Hoes wanna ride in me Sedan DeVille 'Cause I'm a, young playa with that Crestside game Kickin' the funky shit, making the rest sound lame [Chorus] And every time I rap, I bust what cha like 'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic Every time I rap, I bust what cha like 'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic [Verse 2] They trips when I spits 'cause I'm nothing respectable But still when I spill, boy, I'm nothing correctable I got raps that make niggas say "Goddamn He a fool with the mic in his hand" I could teach a square everything he's lackin' 'Cause partna, I'm a playa with some uncut mackin' I spit shit that makes tricks go run and hide Down them clowns around town, they wonder why I never give a bitch who ain't rich the time of day They got me fucked up if they think that I'ma pay I'ma play, until she's all played out Have her friends sayin' "Damn girl, you Mac Dre'd out!" [Chorus] 'Cause every time I rap, I bust what cha like 'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic Every time I rap, I bust what cha like 'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic [Verse 3] At the drop of a dime, I can rhyme a tight rap And make a motherfucker say "Damn, he like that" Gifted with the tongue that will run for many miles Gettin' niggas sprung 'cause I come with many styles Hoes come in rows to get chose, they gettin' wit me Saying I'm the flyest on the side of the Mississippi Banned in six states by the surgeon general I'm known to be addictive, sellin' dope subliminals And I don't stop servin' like them fools at Denny's Like Julius Erving, Michael Jordan, and Penny I go coast to coast with a dose of this realness Slappin' your brain with this game, can you feel this? I flow like river water, ain't no nigga harder Others that was rockin' is forgotten like Jimmy Carter But I'm gon' be around, just like hand-me-downs An old-ass playa still pullin' them panties down [Chorus] And every time I rap, I bust what cha like 'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic Every time I rap, I bust what cha like 'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic