Yeah man, young Mac Dre
I pops it boy, I pops it big


[Verse One]
It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push
On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss

I've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels
Not never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills
And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many

Drink privilege hennessy when I ain't $#&@in' with brehmi
M-A-C-D-R-E, that's me
Like 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee

To all my ^!$$%s in Atlanta to Alabama
Rodreego blowin' only homie, don't $#&@ with bama
I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas

Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma
Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts
Don't give a $#&@ when you give a crippled crab a crutch

But they respect it if not they get rejected
I'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected


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I'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato

Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal
Warm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable


[Verse Two]
I $#&@s with high rollers, shake highway patrollers
Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders

Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies
And when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me
Baby do me is all them hutches holler

I was breakin' (*##$es when phantom tops was on granada
More game than keno, down to trips to reno
Sippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino

C-note stacka' pack a P-89
Love group sex take 'em three at a time
And boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey

Quick to grab the chopper, @@#!, aim and spray
Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare
You know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player

Resurrected double R elected
Haters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected


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[Verse Three]

Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real
About my scrill got to pay my bills
Boy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid

Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy
Busting out like tities in a bra that's too small
Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall

Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay
I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)
Been rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis

Rompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis
I'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny
Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny

Raping pockets I get mine however it come
Boy I get dumb about my income
Mac furly up early sippin' X-O

Nothing correctable; ^!$$% you know

[Chorus x2]