Macula’s Theory

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Daddy Kane/Count Macula] Aight, tell me this: If you got 36 prostitutes, and 30 cents in your pocket What you got? Proof that hoes come a dime a dozen, baby Uh huh, yeah [Verse 1: Big Daddy Kane/Count Macula] I mastered the craft on the way to keep 'em strung The niggas wanna keep my name from off they girls' tongue So many brag and boast and like to play high quotes Always promising Thomases and can't cook toast Thinking that the macking game is just a fashion show Not realizing that the rulers get the cash and go Pull up a chair young and notice that the lesson that I'm telling, B How to Be a Player better than Bill Bellamy My tongue commits the felony, here's how I gotcha To do the things your momma told you not ta, I shot ya Collect as much product as my mouth'll get And plus, I keep my game in order like the alphabet Mr. Spectacular, better known as Macula At this pimpin', a Legend just like an Acura I lay down the law at the door moment that I get wit her The female predator, et cetera, et cetera Better to come on in, the hustle's good, so why knock it? Then watch the way I lock it, straight ballin, corner pocket [Chorus: Big Daddy Kane/Count Macula] Anything goes when it comes to hoes, cuz pimpin ain't easy ("What you see is what you get") Anything goes when it comes to hoes, cuz pimpin ain't easy (Macula, he done struck again) [Verse 2: Big Daddy Kane/Count Macula] Ya stepped into the playin field, I don't know what you're thinking Cuz game can smell game, and right now, your ass is stinking Making my presence known, see, I only do it vague Nowadays, playa-hating's going around just like the plague But re-gardless, I'm on some play-hard shit My body's used to all them, I was on the graveyard shift Survival of the fittest, now all you niggas try to get this While y'all making love, I'm making love into a bid-ness Now, what's the matter, no confidence within your data? I seen you tripping since I first started lookin' at her And if she peep, you know that she'll creep And if you sleep, then that'll be just one you won't keep, uh Now, boy, you know you need your ass whipped For holding on her hand as if ya goin on some 1st grade class trip You feel unable, to keep her in your stable As she listens to the bubbly that's poppin at the next table Life's finer things, victory is mine again Ya tryin to win, but gotta come way better than those Heineken's She feel amazed by the game that I be usin', and now she choosin And you done came up as the one that's losin The smooth crimin-al as I muscle in Grand theft hustlin, Mackula, he done struck again ("Oh Lord!")