What a Hit We Made

Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Dre, Beta] ("Oh, what a hit we made") Ah, wah, lock ("Oh, what a hit we made") Yep, hit we made, hits, bitch, we make hits, hello ("Oh, what a hit we made") We make, we make Can you hear me now? ("Oh, what a hit we made") Yeah, make 'em Hit we make, we make Watch this shit, mayne [Verse 1: Beta] It's just some more of this cold-blooded, unscuffable pimpin' Untouchable ism, tougher than denim when I run up in 'em All on these broads like a cheap suit I hack into her brain and crash everything down (Then what?) Then reboot Yadamean? I'm the million-dollar dream Cash over a batch, see, that's a common thing She's so vulnerable in the presence of the honorable My game's phenomenal, no need for an audible I'm colder than the Abominable Snowman with a popsicle Just follow my voice, I can guide you through any obstacle Anything's possible when you're dealing with me You better believe I'm ahead of my breed by many degrees My profile is exquisite, for years they tried to prohibit But kept comin' up short like a midget When you're in the Hall of Game, come and visit my exhibit And you too be one of few to be schooled, you dig it? [Verse 2: Suga Free] Hey, look what the wind blew in, bullshit I go to sleep to wake up to it every day, I swear I don't see how some motherfuckers bear But they do, and anything you do long enough you gon' get at it quick Whether you gotta pimp a ho or slang hot dogs on a stick Bake and shake us, I'm gettin' ho money in Vegas It took some time for this, man, see I got two kids and I love 'em too So reconsider that player hatin' 'cause it's a few things we can do And I can count on one hand how many people love me And I can count on the other hand how many people got love for me Now, Bud (bud) Weiser (weiser) gin (gin) 'gnac (yak) I'm not just her pimp, I'm also her quarterback I'm rollin', feelin' like I smoked an ounce Hittin' dips in my shit because I like to bounce She said she never gave head and I knew she lied Because she sucked my dick like it was apple pie [Verse 3: Magnificent] I'm across the nation with the Magnificent globetrotters And don't get mad if it happens to be one of your daughters I'm space age pimpin' with some ice age game So from the past to the present, they will know thy name My chariot's a Benz and my scepter's a pimp stick My game is artistic, for the cheddar I go ballistic It's my jones, I need it, I'm in a zone undefeated So leave me 'lone or get heated, I'm on a mission to get it When I get, don't split it, 'cause it's all mine Not a third, not a quarter but all the time My linguistics'll turn her out faster than a match'll burn out I'm global like warming, noble and charming I get farther like NASA, colder than Alaska Or a polar bear, colder than an Eskimo in underwear Subzero ism that gets up in 'em Through leather or denim, in any weather I send 'em [Verse 4: 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 pimpin' over here with us? Oh, what a hit we made Never givin' a bitch a break Sippin' on them vintage grapes Police we quick to shake Pedal to the metal, never hit the brakes Smokin' hella weed, no sticks or shakes Funk with hella niggas, I instigate Dumpin' on niggas, I hit and skate Fans they picture take, your mans they pimpetrate I'ma take all the money the ho make She gon' keep it comin', man, and don't wait I don't fake, I don't hate when I put my voice on tape Everybody goes so stupid dumb Everybody say, "Man, he can come" Like 151 Bacardi Rum, Dre gon' get the party dumb Always got bomb for the lung And when the police come, man, I run Yolking something, dosing something Smoking something, Syko, make them hoes sing (Oh, what a hit we made) (Repeated in background) [Outro: Suga Free] Yeah, man (Man) Kickin' 'em sideways, you know what I mean? You know what it is, and you know who it is Put a P on that, you know what I'm sayin'? Beta Bossalini is up in here, Magnificent is up in here with me, too, man I am your friendly neighborhood player partner Suga Free the pimp, man And, uh, down here poppin' some P's with my partners, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Daygo bound, man, Pomona, man, uh, Vegas We all over here, man, doing this out here, man Pimp 'til you die, man (Mac Dre) Real spit, man, real spit, you know? Suga Free presents, watch out now In a secret congregation My secret congregation And uh, like I told you before, I ain't gon' hold back the pickles, lettuce or the mustard, yeah Picture that with a Kodak Man Man, shit My secret congregation Man, gone