Şarkıcı Adı: Mac Dre
Şarkı Adı: Be About Your Doe

[Mac Dre]

I’m the kind of nigga that’ll come through and yoke on you
Burnin rubber in the shitnell, with the 4-0-2
Dippin, dashin, smashin
Through the traffic
Smokin, chokin, hopin,
I rap it
Cuz my candy’s look wet, three coats of clear
Miami’s on deck with three quartes of beer
Clownin all the freaks but he still gets jocked
Bouncin in the seat while the 15’s knock
I’m dipped in butter everybody jocks my style
Cal hat pulled down to my eyebrow
Polo geared down
I’m in her ear now
Stealin it, she’s feelin it, its all clear now
One more hoe, on my team
I’m a pimp homeboy, what do you mean
Its all about scrilla in the land of thugs and killers
Gangstas, pimps, players, and drug dealers

[Chorus x2]

If you, wanna fuck with me
Be about yo doe, I gots to have doe
I just want to let you know

Its 2 in the morning and I’m still chasin cash
Other niggaz in the club, still chasin ass
Fuck theezat
I’m all about my screezatch
I got my fishing pole out trying to ceezatch
A big fish, I’m hungary, need a big bitch
I’ma bump a bitch with the quickness
Boy its just pimpin in my blood
Bitches, they all give him love
The Mac name Dre bitch, take it easy
You fuckin wit a street nigga thats greasy
I’ll buck yo brotha, fuck yo motha
Keep it on the DL, its all undercover
I’m a hustler bitch, I pull capers
I only fuck with thugs that get paper
Chips, chedda, scrilla, real niggaz, killaz, and drug dealers

[Chorus x2]

24 hours, 7 days a week
I do my thug thang, playin in them streets
But the game I play really aint no joke
Come around my way and you might get smoked
Bullet proof vest’s, Chevy SS’s
Come through in a bucket
The next day in a Lexus
It’s a ghetto life
I don’t have no wife
Boy I’m married to the game and I handle my
Business, I’m in this for the money not the honey
Square bitches spooked, they all run from me
Dummy, bitch, if you knew better, you do better
I’ma stay on bitch back like new sweaters
Mac Dre baby
Quit talkin crazy
When you get about some money
Its all gravy
Ask my last bitch square, that’s all realla
I only fuck with pimps, killaz and drug dealers

Şarkıcı Adı: Mac Dre
Şarkı Adı: The Mac Named Dre

To Rap Fans Here In The Vallejo Area, He’s Known As Mac Dre…

Lemme Introduce Myself, I’m The Mac
No Just A Mac, In Fact I Wear Many Hats
I’m A Rapper, Capper, Punk Bitch Slapper
Catch With The Farmboys In A Tractor
I’m A Actor, Soon To Be Grammy Nominee
When Im On E, I Might Do Comedy
Bitches Bombin Me, Boy I’m A Dumb Dancer
7 5 7 0 Cancer
I’m A Rider, Fighter, Crest Sider
Pull An All-Nighter With Mikey On Wires
I’m A Villian And I’m The Owner Of The Building
A Thug, A Drug, To Give Ya That FeelinIm A Producer, Top Notch Gooser
Might Be A Thief, But Im Not No Booster
Dealt With The Roosters Everyday
Put On My Giggin’ Shoes And Do The Mac Dre

[Chorus]

Yeah Thats Right I Like To Dance Ho
U Can Catch Me Doin The Furly On The Dance Floor
U Cant Tell Me This Boy Aint Hot
U Aint Skate Dem Eights In The Parking Lot
Gas, Break, Dip On Foreign Soil
Blowin 3c Dank, Forever And Loyal
Stompin At The Reigns Tryin To Gain Some Loot
Hop Out The Range With The Range Rover Boots
Boy Dre Teach Game Like Mathematics
Flippin Out On A Bitch Like Acrobatics
Fe Fi Fo Tare, They Call Me Stupid Dumb Cuz I Dont Care
Mac Dammit God Dammit, Md
The Nigga From The V With That Mac Family Tree
Ripped, Fucked Up Boy, Not Sober
Rollers Pull Me Over, Im Not Pullin Over

[Chorus]

High As A Fuckin Fire Escape, Zooted
Had A 8th Of Shrooms But Nigga I Chewed It
Loot It, Enyce Suited
Pack A .44 And Aint Scared To Shoot It
When I Coug’ It, Watch Me Skate
Gold D’s On The Biggest Vogues They Make
Give A Bitch A Break, Nope For What?
Ill Be On The Track Posted Up
Im Yokin’ Up
In Somethin New Millinie
Im High Tech But Old School Like Izrimi
Feelin Cool Off The Remy Yeh Ya Know Me
Benzito 20 Inch Chromies
Neva Lonely I Do It MenageAnd All My Bitches Do What I Say
So If Ya See Me In The Crowd Actin Shadyish
Dont Trip Its Just Mac Drevious

Şarkıcı Adı: Mac Dre
Şarkı Adı: Don’t Snitch

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Man I’m Threw Fuckin Around
You Niggas Keep On U Gon Be Duckin Sum Rounds,
I Rush The Mound, Bitch Hit Me With A Pitch He A, He A Snitch N He Walk With A Switch.
He In A Band That Sing For The Cops,
Him And His Mans They Cleanin Up Shop,
Undercover, Conture Promoter, Rick Shroter Tryin To Turn Sombody Over,
Put That Et Finger Up, Eat Stulee, Don’t Tattle Tale The Number One Rulee
You The Jumpers The Boys The People
Slipped In The Game Sellin Toys To People I Avoid People Don’t Ask Me Shit, The Only Law I Break Is In Public Grip
My Mouth Zipped I Plead The Fifth And Niggaz Like You Get Pushed Off A Cliff.

[Chrous:]
Don’t Ask Me Shit
I Tell Man
I Don’t Tell
U Can Send Me To Jail Man
Send Me To Jail
[x4]

[Verse 2: J Diggs]
I’m On To U Boy,
U Used To Be The Man
Til I Crossed U N The Court Room Sittin On The Stand, Got To Waivin Ya Hand N Pointin Ya Finger
All N The Mike Like Sum Kind Of Rap Singa
I Seen U, U Told, N Now U Got To Live With Big Ol Bitch U Prolli Said Bigs Did It
Fuck You, Fuck Wut U Gettin To, Fuck Wut U Goin Threw, N Fuck With U Went Threw
Consider This A Warning To U Case Out Rapping, the streets get ugly when a drive by happen
You Rap Niggas Out Here Starvin For Fame, And Ya’ll Niggas Act Like It’s All N A Game,
Cause Niggas N The Streets Wanna Blast This Bitch, N When It Happen Dun Ask Me Shit

[Chrous x4]

[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
U Can Line Em Up N Put 12 N A Box N Find Out Ya Boy Workin With The Cops,
Doing Flipflops, The Roller, Rolling Over,
The tootsie roller, scared to do it over
It’s october and he can’t be gone til november
So he’s given up the gang, every damn member
And Everythang He Remember, He Tellin
He get outta jail free, ain’t no bailin
He’s no felon, no misdemeanor
He’s got a target melon, and a ET finger
Quit peepin at my beemer
Tryin To Watch Me

[Chrous: Repeat Until Fade]

Şarkıcı Adı: Mac Dre
Şarkı Adı: Non Discriminant

-Mac Dre-
I’m so high off the catpiss blunt
in a 7 4 5 wit the catfish front
the mac stunts, they fresh bitch
necklace hella ice on my left wrist
steak for breakafst, big as texas
voicemail full u cant leave a message
andre macassi i got a backhand
that get a bitch right and back on the track man
fat man go dumb on a crowd
go waaa show em our style
u see the outfit mouthfit
polo ralph bitch big screen fat leather couch bitch
bachelor embassador
shes saying no but im still asking her
harassing her sweating her to get it
im a pimp in a netback fitted

-chorus-
? that means money
bitch goose it solicit the honey
no juice wit the remy im wino
non discriminant from black to albino
play the game from tip-off to final
all on a bitch im rich as lionel
platinum issue my diamonds will blind ya
in search of some raw talent bitch lemme sign ya

-Mac Dre-
nigga ima buy it, if i want it
flip a lexus wrap it and put spinners on it
hit arizona floss in phoenix
bitches all on me a boss in the cleanest
cough on the penis bitch suck dick
ya aint know im the wrong nigga to fuck wit?
plus bitch ima hound well-rounded
i ran it back while them other fools downed it
wont get impounded fool i kerks out
take em on a chase give em a workout
trackstar in a throwback car
’67 coughnut ya know thats hard
figure 8in skatin dancin
stay at the bar like that fool ted danson
her heads dancin bobbing in my lap
she aint got headers?
nigga cut the crap

-chorus-

i party hearty from friday to sunday
on monday ya might find me in the drunktank
i pump bank hit em wit the alias
mac drevious’ll penetrate ya radius
i got d-boy b-boy roots
shit not poop gettin loot like the Maloofs
its duck duck goose wit your girl or ya wifey
she likes me cuz my mouth is icy
hot and spicy nacho cheesed up
ya wanna fuck bitch roll them trees up
im teed up and i swing a 3 wood
in the country club 3 C hood