Mac Dre Day - Mac Dre

I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

Call me Morris Dre, ain’t nobody bad like me

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, knockin' pitches out the park

Dre in the Bay kickin' bitches out the 'Lark

I shit while niggas fart, I’m super flossy

Incoming on my Sprint, outgoing on my faulty

Get off me, boy, Dre be the most buttered

Rims spin when I peel to the gutter

I’ll rob your mother, put one in your brother

No witnesses, and not one word muttered

Mac Dre gon' be dipped when you see him

And full of that H-double E-M

I’m a boss, stay coonin'

Scandal, boy, tell 'em what we doin'

I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me (Sick Wid It)

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I had to hop in my time machine and go back

And do a song with Dre and make a new age slap

You punks don’t want no static

I’m a soo city hog, a Sick Wid It savage

Neffy Neffy, pop like ecstasy

If she ain’t gettin' texts from me, the ho ain’t ever next to me

I grow trees and my grow trees hoodie slangin' P

I’m the newest living legend out the fuckin' V

Hyphy, in Girbauds and Nikes

My nigga S Geezy keep me Bathing fat steezy

And a bitch’ll never leave me 'cause I’m so damn peezy

Slappin' on a blap from my nigga Sean Teezy (Sean T)

Neffy Belafonte, he’s so raw

Send a direct message to a bitch nigga jaw (Bitch ass nigga)

The race over, boy, you slow niggas lost (Man, you lost)

Young Pharaoh, young king, young god

I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, I gets it nightly

Three C savage, the shit’s inside me

Alright, see, I’ma say it politely

You a boring ass bitch and you don’t excite me

Bite me, but that’s not likely

I’ll backhand yo' ass with this Bentley Brightling

Ayy (Ayy) — who’s your friend?

Um, you can come but lose your friend

My bitch with me with her Gucci ice box

$ 650 on these Gucci hi-tops

Fuck with me, I’ll leave you in ice knots

I still ride with Kilo and his one-eyed cyclops

J. Bledsoe, my Nikes retro

No more iPhone, it’s back to Metro

One more, I’m gone, it’s back to the hood

Just roll me some cookies up, and make it a Backwood

I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

Look, in the East, I’m a beast, yeah, I’m the quarterback

Whatever cost the most, I’ma order that (Yep)

Across the border strapped, I know them eses with the coke white

Got niggas out in Detroit with sub for that low price

The steak ain’t right without the A1

And I can’t leave out my house without a gun

Look, Gucci on my tennis shoes, I’m winnin', I ain’t finna lose

That rapper gone bad, can’t be slippin', gotta stick and move

I’m hyphy, slap the shit up out your wifey

Like twenty in my pocket but I still rock a white tee

Four niggas in the Benz with the dreadlock hair

I’m a California Bear, spittin' game all in your ear

Bitch, I’m icy, I swear this lean got me screwed up

Bounced out on the track and every ho I seen choosed up

Look, I’m a rude boy 'til I die

Bitch try to tell me what to do, I’m like, «That's not my job»

I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m saucy and dippy, Dorito chippy

I’m from Ice City so you know I’m drippy

My niggas grow trees, they don’t fuck with trippy

Beat a bitch like Kizzy, fuck more hoes than Drizzy

Who is he?

What she say when I slide up

Pulled off on sixes, throwin' my side up

I fucked with the Mac, the D-R-E (The D-R-E)

And me and The Jack was tight as PRPs

Call Mr. Chow’s, see, he our beast

Real ass niggas, bitch, we are these

You a rat tryna see our cheese

Subzero on a punk rock, freon freeze

I’m cold as ice, I’m a polar bear (Polar bear)

Drive through the ice, you know I’m there

North Pole is my home, I’m Santa Claus

'Bout to splash on a bitch like a cannon ball

I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me

D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes

What’s up, man?

What’s up?

This Dre

What’s happenin' wit' you?

Where you at?

I’m on the 205…