Straight Lace

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It was the 14th of June when I came far from the womb My father looked into the sky and said the game was doomed When I was six, I said, "Dad, I wants to spend major cash With a saucy super bad and my Fleetwood Cad' Blazin' fat ass Taylors and never stressin' off bills Booking first class flights, leave out of state when I feel Shit caviar and piss champagne Be at them major events just to get paid And when I hit the age of a fly 15 I had to make reality out of my old school dream I started poppin' P's and this shit didn't stop 'Til I was countin' G's, sitting sharp at the top I just made 19 and by the time this shit drop I'll be choking on some holla, counting fetti and knots [Chorus] 'Cause I was straight lace, got the game from the get-go About them in-the-way sellers and shade tree hoes About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle Straight lace, got the game from the get-go About them in-the-way sellers and shade tree hoes About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle [Verse 2] 18 and over, Rolex dope Pimpatrators sportin' ninas, tell me what you know All that pHin' you doin' gon' get your crank ass crossed And all them hoes that you lovin' don't get your bitch ass offed You ain't no cuddie of mine, just marky trickin' the game Just like them broads who run they mouth and ride the dick for the name She'll be smokin' the 'caine, steady wastin' your time Been grindin' twenty damn years and ain't made a fucking dime So when you see me living lavish like a player should I slam it hard in your baby mama Kentwood He get disgusted, confused, heated around the collar Jealous because young Mac ass Mall is making dollars And it make me wanna holla, throw up both my hands Reach for my chop and kill a man But it ain't worth a hollow point shell to smoke a dope with no hope Gain money, or mail, these suckers sick in Vallejo Yeah mayne, I'll let you tell it But if it come my way, yeah, baby boy, I'm gon' sell it And that's game [Chorus] Straight lace, got the game from the get-go About them in-the-way sellers and shade tree hoes About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle Straight lace, got the game from the get-go About them in-the-way sellers and shade tree hoes About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle [Verse 3] I heard that money and pussy make the world revolve And there's a million dirty macks that ride the balls of Mall I'll take you to another page, some be hoping I fall Sometimes I crack up to myself because I'm fuckin' 'em all You can leave a player stranded in Maine, with nathan but game I bet I'll be president 'fore I hit the Sawyer strip and bust a U Niggas in the ghetto catch the vapors like a flu My folks, they hear this game and say, "Mac Mall, that's what you do?" Step into the function with my five-trey-fifth No aliens, baby girl, it's straight pimps You can tell by how we talk and how we dress and how we kick How we flossin' them hoes and all the loads we flip How I flows this shit through a microphone receiver Nigga bobbin' your head, are you gon' make me pull my nina? And regulate, I had ya sprung from the gate Now I'm gon' send you on your way, baby boy, straight lace Straight lace, straight lace Straight lace, you know, straight lace, this shit goin' out [Chorus] Straight lace, got the game from the get-go About them in-the-way sellers and shade tree hoes About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle Straight lace, got the game from the get-go About them in-the-way suckers and shade tree hoes About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle [Outro] Hustle, hustle, hustle, you know, really doe Really doe Yeah, though, this young Mac ass Mall What's up, Mosley? Shit, I'ma send this shit out to my niggas in Kansas City, my niggas in Houston, you know what I'm sayin', puttin' it down in the H-Town Yeah, though Definitely the motherfuckers in the Crestside, the best side, you know what I'm sayin' Fuck the suburb suckers, you know? Much love to my niggas in the Seattle, you know what I'm sayin', the Sea-town Yeah, but I'ma take this shit back 3C down so we can slam, nigga 'Cause it's straight lace, game from the get-go About them in-the-way suckers and shade tree hoes About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble And how you be the sharpest nigga in your hustle, hustle '95, Sessed Out Records, nigga