They Don’t Understand

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] Once upon a time, before I had a 9 I didn't have to grind all the time Thangs was cool and brothers hung out The South with the North and the North with the South As time went on I started cravin' for mail Then came the yayo and then I started to sell Money, money, money is all I knew 'Cause 24-7 the fiends came through Luxurious living in the fast lane But little did I know it wouldn't last, mayne From selling the base cocaine I caught me a case And then they put me away in a correctional place They said I was beyond parental control A hard-headed fool with no mental control But for months and months I wrote and wrote And when I got out of jail, I was funky and dope [Interlude: Mac Dre, Ray Luv] Yeah I was straight spittin' it to them fools up there, man They didn't understand this mouthpiece I had, you know I knew I was coming up Yo, that's what I try to tell 'em, man They don't realize it's a straight come up in the nineties Ayo, but what happened when you got back to the hood, though? [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Back in the hood, thangs was so different The rollers was jackin' and the brothers was trippin' Uzis and 9s was kept in the trunk 'Cause the North and the South had high-powered funk Thinking to myself: Dre, leave it alone Khayree hooked me up with a microphone Deeper and deeper the funk kept on gettin' But I wasn't trippin', I had to keep spittin' Now I'm cold chillin' on the T-O-P And still ain't trippin' off the funk, baby And if you don't get the point of the story I tell Quit trippin' off the funk and make some mail [Interlude: Mac Dre, Ray Luv] Ray Luv is in the house One, two [Verse 3: Ray Luv] I grew up on the westside of Rose Slangin' and gangbangin', hangin' and smokin' dope "Stay in the house, don't even think about going out!" My room is a jail cell, so young Ray sneaks out I run with the rat pack, stack that, jack that Need some for gold ones, then go mack that Tender for dollars and don't take no less Than a C-note and stack that with the rest Thinkin' and knowin' it's all about the game Dropped out of school for big fortune and much fame Runnin' around with a rag in your knapsack Necks is cracked, Jack, now you pack, black Why? To smoke another brotherman Mac Dre, I don't see why they don't understand [Verse 4: Ray Luv] Never was much of an athlete Always craved stages and pages of rhyme sheets and rap beats Working inside my room through the late night Damn near goin blind writing rhymes by a dim light Changin' up my styles, learnin' to flow fast or slow Kickin' the funky tempo, bass breakin' the bedroom window But now at age 19 I'm made with a crazy fade Pockets feeling fat because a brother's crazy paid Back, to where I used to kick it at But since it got crazy everyone comes with a gat Got myself a ounce and a bottle of Boone's I checked my watch 'cause I knew I had help soon Now I'm just sitting here thinking 'bout days past When the police stayed in a brother's ass While some brothers every week were gettin' bailed out I stayed my little black behind out of the jailhouse