this nuclear age with better judgment paralyzed they've sent our noble sons into a holy war we can't undo now there's no escape and a fiery hell to
get 4rm the M.A.C. [chrous:] The M.A.C. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. I'm the M.A.C. I'm the M.A.C. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. [song fades out]
Baby, Why don't you be my girl? I'll give it a try, Cause I'm your kind of guy. I said, baby, Why don't you be my girl? I'll give it a try, Cause I'm
eye Here we are in the wake of the world I can see that it shouldn't matter I don't want to waste your love I can't compete I'm a fashion disaster You
Chorus: Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keeping
Ever since I was young your word is the word that always won. Worry and wake the ones you love. A phone call I'd rather not receive. Please use my body
back on me for the last time. Remember when we use to be friends? Nothing could ever go wrong, or so we thought, but I guess you?ve changed a lot since we were young
It's no end Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend Disappointed to the point where I'm runnin' by myself Never knowin' where I'm goin
sing my song [Verse 1:] Catch me cruisin through Decatur with my streetwalkers Spittin, pimpin at these women, ain't a sweet talker A young country boy, came up out the creekwater What a grizzly boy, lookin like a
And told me That you loved me and always be true And you'd stand On the edge of love with me If I'd stand with you I'm standing on the edge of love Just
for a long time, flat on his back. Every evenin' after we'd finish our chores and eat our dinner, we'd all go into papa's room to cheer him up a little
fifteen minutes later I'm still walking down the street, When I saw a shadow of a man creep out of sight. And then he sweeps up from behind And puts a
globe Throw obstacles I'll hurdle them Herb and whack MC's, drum racks To the rims to the caps Yo Meth, Tical, and D I'm ASAP, I'm crack a don chicken
coulda been a 2Pac vegas night Or maybe a Notorious L.A. evening "Baby you okay?" I mean well I'm breathin Hell I'm even, bossin and I left The money
'm getting punked... but I don't see Ashton in the grass Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash It's a guy in a uniform and a passion that he has
hood, a few big faces and a chain a- Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change Tryin a sell
to not give a fuck, And I'm, old enough, to know better, But young enough to not give a fuck D-d-d-d-dammit man, I'm in a throwback so old, It'll make
and wiggling (uh huh) Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha) Cuz I?m like dirt when I?m digging in (uh) The way she working and fingering She must have be a
