Cuz I’m the Mack

Lyrics

[Verse 1: The Jacka] You know these whodies be askin' Uni MAC 10 Can I be your bitch [Can I be your bitch?] Nah, you can be my ho I put you on the track And bring me back all my cheese Get on your knees So I can smoke green leaves (Paper chase for me) They found dope at my show (Catch a case for me) Act faithful to your pimp (Like a P-I-T) Wool out Don't let go to what you got And don't come back short 'Cause you might get mopped I'm a pimp And hoes ain't shit without 'em I used to fuck 'em And forget about 'em Now they bring me back major skrilla So I can stack 'til I feel I could change for the good As for now I never would She's mine Plus she's blind to the fact that I'm The Jacka Mister Kaliko packer I had to Floss to be the boss You just a black girl lost But she ain't in my game plan In some chalk [Chorus: The Jacka] It's The Jacka Mister Kaliko packer I got the The major slice in a Acura Imagine being broke No clothes, no show Gonna get high But can't fade on the road Fuck that I'd rather be the young sav on the track Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes 'Cause I'm the mack (I'm the mack) [Verse 2: The Jacka] My momma raised me like a mack So I stuck with it Tight you wanna remain with yo' Mrs Then keep them bitches out my sight I was never no joke on these hoes Nigga from the start I learned to break a ho pockets To break that young girl's heart Evil whispers in my head Tellin' me don't stop 'til I'm ballin' She come back short with no cash I'll beat that ass 'til she crawlin' Pimp on But don't limit Yourself to pimpin' Scandalous women Youngsta there's other ways In this game that'll get you paid So I let the whispers guide me Put the past behind me 'Cause the cash is blindin' me Fuck being broke I got my town by the throat Coughing up major dough But it wasn't enough Beacuse the bomb I smoke And the fluff I snort Turned me into a killer For the skrilla Won't stop even if I got ten million Dollars, Nine million acres Plus a casino in Vegas I'm 'bout the faces on the table That's keeping me in this shit And it's real Maybe if they kill another president They'll make a three dollar bill Must be the skrill [Chorus: The Jacka] It's The Jacka Mister Kaliko packer I got the The major slice in a Acura Imagine being broke No clothes, no show Gonna get high But can't fade on the road Fuck that I'd rather be the young sav on the track Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes 'Cause I'm the mack (I'm the mack) [Verse 3: The Jacka] I had a problem with meeting hoes Who try to get over on me Thinkin' just because I [?] Then we finna kick 'em down Oh not me, not one-O I break a bitch down With a blow to the nose 'Cause I'm a savage on hoes One night we was at Jeffrey's Parking lot pimping And a fine ho was yelling like a wino Was coming at me like I'm a sucka' She must of thought that I was a busta Coming out the club So I slugged her in her mug "What's up blood" A nigga yelled hella loud From out the crowd (West up) Like he was finna put in work for the skirt I'm raisin' up my shirt He told me hollow tips hurt So back up jerk Cuz you don't want me Uni M-A-C Man you don't want me [Chorus: The Jacka] It's The Jacka Mister Kaliko packer I got the The major slice in a Acura Imagine being broke No clothes, no show Gonna get high But can't fade on the road Fuck that I'd rather be the young sav on the track Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes 'Cause I'm the mack (I'm the mack) [Outro: The Jacka] 'Cause I'm the mack You know I'm the motherfucking mack How many real macks you know, nigga Ask yourself that question And I bet you only know one Check it out My nigga Rob Low on this tight ass beat I don't give a fuck what nobody say Can't nobody fuck with it I only know one real mack I gotta say wussup to my nigga O Federali My nigga S.L.O My nigga Young Uz My niggas from the L.O.B My nigga Bishop What's goin' down