Ology - Mac Dre

Pimpology, the teachings of a pimp

Get dosed and you’ll never beat your weenie again

Stack cheesyology, Mac Dreezyology

Then there’s thizzyology for the one’s that swallow E

That’s T-H-I double Z

I’m a pimp fuck love boy, I’d rather see

A purse full of dough, before I pull a ho

Get this game in her brain than I hit the sto' or stroll

Oh, when I hit the blade

I check a chick for some chips boy, I’m tryin' get paid

Pay Flambé, crap tables and milly made

I’m a king of diamonds boy, you’re just a ten of spades

Everything is top shelf, boy I spoil myself

Dough from the ho stroll and flows that I sell

I smell some squares in the air

I’m finna tare, holla at cha

I’ll see ya player

It’s that turfinology, that

That gangsterology, that

That pimpinology

That’s my philosophy

It’s that turfinology, that

That gangsterology, that

That pimpinology

That’s my philosophy

Turfinology be the teachings of a soldier

Focus so ferocious trying to bubble up like Folgers

I bring hustlinology, my thug philosophy

Be to get all on 'em and smoke 'em

Leaving niggas with knocked knees

I do it like fiber optics

Seeking a spot to lock it

Cock the metal back and pop it

Trying to fill 'em all, four pockets

I gets, all up in 'em

Tougher than denim

Skin 'em, win 'em

I be thuggin' on this mic

New millennium Dolemite

I’m on your back like a jacket

To for nothing blacking

When choppers get to blapping

Nobody don’t know what happened

I get it racking and dome cracking

My middle be dome savage

And business, I’m gon' handle it

Figures I’m gon' snatch it

The ratchet and the machine, nigga

Fuck up the team, nigga

Get tossed and fucked off, fucking with these niggas

When ya speak up on me, the way we breathe on it

You niggas can get it the way you want it

It’s that turfinology, that

That gangsterology, that

That pimpinology

That’s my philosophy

It’s that turfinology, that

That gangsterology, that

That pimpinology

That’s my philosophy

Gangsterology that’s the teachings of a killer

Relation to the so you kill them niggas

Murderology, punkinology

Now I’m in some shit, a G I got to be

Cutthoat from the V, it’s the 3C down

It’s the Crest side crocodile, I bet you niggas know now

Click clack and blap blap, pull it then you die

See I’m a real Crest nigga I’mma multiply

Riding is an art and I mastered it

Blasting with a cannon, slanging caskets, bitch

Jack of all trades, a hand with all aces

Sick in the brain, cash register rapist

The getaway car got the dudes in the gas mask

Blamping with the mac, killing niggas like anthrax

So ask somebody what they know about Reek

I’mma be a G 'til I’m six feet deep