Nothin Correctable Lyrics

Nothin Correctable lyrics

Yeah man, young Mac Dre 
I pops it boy, I pops it big 
 
[Verse One] 
It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push 
On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss 
I`ve been soaking game since rock `em sock `em and hot wheels 
Not never the chance to pass me I keep `em jocking, I got skills 
And when I`m on the mic, styles I got so many 
Drink privilege hennessy when I ain`t f**kin` with brehmi 
M-A-C-D-R-E, that`s me 
Like `em freaky liek Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee 
To all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama 
Rodreego blowin` only homie, don`t f**k with bama 
I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas 
Watch your hutch and don`t trust your baby momma 
Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts 
Don`t give a f**k when you give a crippled crab a crutch 
But they respect it if not they get rejected 
I`m M-D the MC that`s not to be corrected 
 
[Chorus 2x]  
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I`m sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato 
Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal 
Warm, hot, and respectable but I`m nothing correctable 
 
[Verse Two] 
I f**ks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers 
Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders 
Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies 
And when he hand it to me I`m funky like him to me 
Baby do me is all them hutches holler  
I was breakin` bit*hes when phantom tops was on granada 
More game than keno, down to trips to reno 
Sippin` cappachino with Natalia Shapino  
C-note stacka` pack a P-89 
Love group sex take `em three at a time 
And boy I be out of line when I`m full that tangerey 
Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray 
Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare  
You know a bout my maccing but boy I`m more than a player 
Resurrected double R elected 
Haters get ejected I`m nothing to be corrected 
 
[Chorus 2x] 
 
[Verse Three] 
Pistol packin` player, gangsta mac for real 
About my scrill got to pay my bills 
Boy I`m in it to win it if you weak and timid 
Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy  
Busting out like tities in a bra that`s too small 
Grew up off too short stackin` scrill too tall 
Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay 
I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy) 
Been rappin` before they called mac mall Brehmis 
Rompin` peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis 
I`m in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny 
Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny 
Raping pockets I get mine however it come 
Boy I get dumb about my income 
Mac furly up early sippin` X-O 
Nothing correctable; nigga you know 
 
[Chorus 2x]