We Make Hitz

Lyrics

[Intro] (Oh what a hit we make) Uh, what, uh (Oh what a hit we make) We make hits, bitch we make hits (Oh what a hit we make) Hello? Hello? (Oh what a hit we make) Can you hear me now? Yeah, we make 'em [Verse 1: Mac Dre] Why don't she, why won't she One day she gon' see, she got me lonely Those are words you'll never hear from us You didn't know it's pimping over here with us? Oh what a hit we make Never giving a bitch a break Sipping on them vintage grapes Police we quick to shake Pedal to the metal never hit the brakes Smoking hella weed no sticks or shake Smoke with hella niggas I instigate Jumping on niggas I hit and skate Fans they, pitcure take Your man's they, pimpatrate I'mma take all the money the ho make She gonna keep it coming man and don't wait I don't fake, I don't hate When I put my voice on tape Everybody go so stupid dumb Everybody say, "man he can come" Like 151 Bacardi rum, Dre gon' get the party dumb Always got bomb for the lungs And when the police come man, I run Yoking something, dosing something, smoking something Psycho make them ho's sing