Me Damac - Mac Dre

Here’s a little something about me damac

I like the low cut jeans where you can see the crack

Get drunk off the priv, the heem, the yak

Then drink a double shot, to bring me back

I’m from where you never see a seed in a sack

The Bay boy and Dre boy is bringing it back

I’m «handlin suffa», what’s the meaning of that?

You’ll never see a nigga that’s as clean as the Mac

Call me Mr. Kleenex, I’m so cold

Icy wrists like I’ve been making snow cones

What’s up homes?

What size them rims is?

Twenty-two mother fucking inches

Seats big as benches, I never touch wrenches

The only work I do, is working these bitches

My palm itches, that means money

Have you ever seen bling, bling when it ain’t sunny?

This ain’t funny, they can’t slow me down

Big bad wolf can’t blow me down

Every bad bitch, want to blow me now

Oh you know me now?

oh you my homie now?

I get dumb, stewy in your face

Hop out the Benz with the Louis briefcase

Cheapskate?

Fuck the price

You ain’t really cool if you ain’t got ice

Dre get whip shipped fresh off the dock

A mafia type, drink scotch on the rocks

The weed man love me, I cop quarter pops

Do a donut on the cops, fuck the shocks, make the car hop

Shake me locks on the hoes jock

I make them robots, they bring me swoll' knots

I bring them show knocks, boy Dre spit heaters

Four door mob shots, don’t fuck with two seaters

I fuck with two heaters, identical twins

When I ain’t feelin' the Henn man I’m killin' the gin

Rhyme stealin' again, dime stealin' again

Stab the blood out a nigga like I’m still in the pen

Uhh, Elvis ex-b

Fuck her if she sexy, fuck with Num and Yuk

Fuck with Quinn and Messy

C-R-E-S-T, the Bay I’m mappin' this

Niggas start slappin' this, ASAP-alis

Man there go the police, I’m not trippin'

I’m too legit to quit and I’m squeaky clean pimpin'

If they see me when I’m dippin' I got «El Debarges»

And a square bitch with me, to the take the charges

I’m fly as I partridge, keep a extra cartridge

Down like linoleum, rugs and carpets

When I park it, uhh, the Benz rims still spin

On Market and O’Ferrell, I still pimp

You still rent?

I got 4 paid for

It’s Mac Dre-goes, taking your pesos

Cause I like gravy on my potatoes

Rap and break hoes, is how my day goes

On fire like Dego, I’m out of control

And like KC cheese, I’m on a roll

I’m on a roll like the Greyhound bus

The hoes hound us and always surround us

The Adam’s Mark suite, is where they found us

It’s home run hits, no flies or groundas