couldn't tell you what it's like no more Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before) Verse 2: (storm) At times it seems like we don'
Traduction: Mac. Comme Avant.
't tell you what it's like no more Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before) [Verse 2: Storm] At times it seems like we don't belong
rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus it smoke
been one of them boys since way back when This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then Like
Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall I be goin out my way to call 'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small Them
Its all motivation baby You see all this? Its all motivation I think I'm gettin' kind of hot too Maybe its me like Like maybe I'm just doin' all this shit for nothing like
stage to get a standing ovation All the work you did to make my life feel like a vacation If you have your moms, you better treat her right Call her up, say ?wassup? before
jello "L" rolled from my wrist to my elbow Hella smoke got my eyes red like Elmo Music that I make got me buzzin like a cellphone Stickin to my word now
'm still shining like a diamond watch Me and boo here bringing you the truth With all night sessions we just living in the booth Strong balls like we
matter of fact I'm like crack on tha track with mah cap to tha back I'm tha cat in tha hat Yeah we rhymen like Dr.Suesus so be careful before u end up
will I use it? Uhhh, I put it all in the music Cause y'all pussies Fold away before they hand the cards Broke-ass rappin' now you Dancin' With The Stars I'm handling these bars like
my homies we was all up on that dumb shit, Hittin' that one lick, Gettin' us dumb rich, Bein' extra sneaky not leavin' thumb prints, There was little Mac
bitches I ain't startin with u girls It's Mac (it's Mac) It's Mac jump back Dumb raps and my lungs is black Uhh yeah it's mac, say it again Chest collapse
hittin' you with rhymes too Haters keeps they eyes glued, pound if you mind, do. We stay high like Einstein's IQ And ya'll muther fuckas know where I'm comin from Chewin' cats up, like
time for the MAC! Tune in your radio, video, stereo and all that To the vibes of the pro-Black It's like that as I wind up my wrist Check out the smack
beam like the grocery scanner Paranoid so I filled the whole crib full of planners(?) I like jewlery but I'm spendin all my{CAKE} on Atlanta(?) Yeah I got a full house like
[Z-Ro] Forgive me for my sins, cause I'm not perfect Just trying to get it like I live, but is it really worth it Niggas done fell to my heater, never
