Mac Dre`vious Lyrics

Mac Dre`vious lyrics

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[Miami Talking]

Where you going Mac Dre'vious?

What is his name? What is his other name though?

The guru of pimpin'..  Mac guru mo' gimpin'

The guru of pimpin'



[Mac Dre]

As I walk through the crowd I could hear necks snappin'

I here voices saying "Oh gee, He rappin'?"

Its mackin' funky fresh in the flesh

You might see me in the traffic rolling SS

Or GS Excursion or Navi,

Or maybe Range Rovin' perkin' with some ???

Its daddy recruitin' hoes that love goosin'

Robbin' and shootin', indulged in prostitution

I'm goosin', juicin' and game inducin'

To claim restitution, I ain't got no suits and

Quit mother goosin' this ain't no story

I'm a cutthoat pimp fighting for my glory

It's me, MD, bitch follow me

And we can get paid like dick swallowing

Bada bing bada bang, it really ain't no thang

I'm deep in this game, and you a freakyness dame

So we can exchange the pimpin' for the hoe-in

Baby you ain't knowin' the top is where I'm goin'

There's no one that could ever do it better

I gets my cheddar, mozzarella or whatever..

Or whatever, the earth is my turf

Where I roam is my home, cutthoat rolling stone

Catch me with ladies in a fuckin' Mercedes

Countin' fetti while I'm sucking on tetties

I dress eighties, keep it old schoolish

So shut the fuck up nigga and let me do this

Who this? Oh its you

You got ??? for me baby bring it with that other two

I'm blinging and because of you, I live Lav'

Everything I want is everything I have

It's the lifestyle of the sav' and lavish

Girl money makes the world twirl, I'm having cabbage

Kick back relax let me bust one mo'

I'm a gun slinger partner I do a gung ho

Got a dumb flow, keep more than one ho

It's Mr. Hicks in the mix nigga hear me in the gumbo

Run ho, your squares a box

And I'm a thug, the kind of guy that will swear to your pops

I fled from the cops, and sold rocks in my past time

And jack fools straight faced with no mask I'm

A cutthoat, I don't have to prove it to ya

I'll leave ya ass up with buckshots movin' through ya

I'ma do ya like you never been done

Have you screaming "I need bullets hurry up run"



[fades with Miami talking]