Chorus: Mac Dre] Ford, Chev, whatever ya got Don't mean shit, shit ain't hot Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got Push it man, don't be scared to squat [Dre
Mac Dre-- Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days I'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes I'm a thug cuz wipe the blood out yo gaze
the party's over at the end of the night They say: Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite Cuz I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos A Mack named Dre
A Funnel On Err thang Thizz, Weed And Drank And Whateva Else I Wanna Put In My Tank What Y'all Think I Was Scary Main Im Dre Ghost (Dre Ghost) I Do Err
Dolllalala Lots Of Paper Dolllalala Lots Of Paper Preppy Pimp Crestside Riders Broke 150's And Top Siders Whoops Upside Her Head If She Comes Short Bread
rude boy like me, quick to come through wit crew so hyphy, if she dont like me she must be a lesbo, i get it nightly man thaz ma schedule, dre blutzo
(Mac Dre) I was with my nigga Sporty, we was comin' outta Yam Yams Seen a bad bitch in a six and was like God Damn Love me long time, yellow skin chopsticks
all the way live when i got off the cock i fired up the dosher i said DAM BABY YOUR COCK IS KOSHER YOUR COCK IS KOSHER ....Mac Mutha Fuckin Dre!.... [
Rings, fat chains that hang to my pants I?m gameboy advance my game more advanced Baby get a back ready put some weed in it Get in a mac? chevy and see
have fat cars and clubs. Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed. We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs. [Mac Dre] I play laugh
Bitch, life's a bitch Life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die
a dog, hound, Crestside clown gig so hard make my pants fall down This beat pounds, cutty where'd you get it? oh you ain't know, Dr. Dre did it I come
[Woman] Something about what you've done to me baby I wanna make you mine You really bring out the best in me baby can I make you mine [Mac Dre] I went
wanna help get grits Let's get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your folks Mac
Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay. Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day. Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa. [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Dre
.m It ain't a pary til they let Dre in I do the wave man, and captain cave man In some grey Vans, and some Raybans I'm Mac Dre man, I do it illy Silly
On My Toes ? Mac Dre Kick back relax an let me bust one, bust one An don?t trip if I cuss one, cuss one Two times we?ll be spitting the shit It just
uh whoah, its MD on 2 or 3 but who's counting when your on thizzle mountain baby, yes it is this thizzel, thizz is, who got them thangs, who's here ?
