| Knick knack patty wack, give your ho some donkey
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| Listen to the bassline, don’t it sound funky?
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| Who could it be in the place to stay?
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| That’s right, ho, Mac muthafuckin' Dre
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| One more time back in your ear
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| Those dope ass raps you love to hear
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| Cold as ice, nothin' nice
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| If I thrust ya once, ho, I’ma thrust ya twice
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| That’s right, and you know the deal
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| You don’t want the baby, ho, take the pill
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| ‘Cause I’ma bust fadles back to back
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| And when I get tired, I’ma take a nap
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| And when I wake up, I’ma bath some more
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| It’s the same routine until It’s time to go
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| You, get what’s in my drawers, and girl I get those sugar walls
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| Oh, you didn’t know about me?
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| The A the N the D the R the E
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| Well, peep game, it goes like this
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| I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss
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| And when it comes to cock, girl, I won’t clean it
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| Always got my damn hat to the muthafuckin' jimmy
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| Cold, bold, 19 years old
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| With a brain full of game to be told
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| I’m from the V-town, 3 C down
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| And a sucka don’t wanna see me clown
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| Who (who) could it be?
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| That’s right, Mac Dre, baby
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| Funky fresh, in the flesh
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| It’s me, Khayree and my joint of sess
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| Doin' it, like a porno star
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| Hittin' in your box, or in your car
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| Cool, like the sweat from a snowman
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| Kick back, relax and listen, here we go, man
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| To the land of the dope rhyme
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| And as the song flows on, I really hope I’m
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| Not too dirty or rap too strong
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| But my mouthpiece is really goin' on
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| From Vallejo, California all the way to China
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| Hoes of the world, know I’ma
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| Stone cold mack with a gift to spit
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| Nothin' but that dope shit
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| So damn fly, don’t ask me why
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| I smoke Indo and I smoke Thai
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| Mac Dre, I thought you knew
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| Down and dirty doin' things that only playas can do
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| The coldest MC on this here Earth
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| Had to be fresh from the Crestside turf (Crestside)
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| Not a Southside sucka who thinks he can rhyme
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| But a Crestside playa that’s strapped with a 9
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| And it don’t stop
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| I say microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2
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| It’s young Mac Dre, right back at you
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| Wit' another dose of that dope
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| You see, I’m way more potent than coke
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| The young fly brotha’s on the mic, y’all
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| I’m finna rock this muthafucka all night, y’all
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| And just spittin' and dope shittin'
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| And to a nice, smooth beat that’s hittin'
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| Cold as ice, clean as soap
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| I keep a fresh bag of zags in my Derby coat
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| 24 hours around the clock
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| 7 days a week, I’m on a prowl for cock
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| Day in, day out, I spit and shout
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| A true blue mack, know what I’m talkin' about?
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| It’s just game (game), straight game (game)
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| Kick back, let it soak in your brain (mane)
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| Listen to me spit that pimpin' tip
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| I put the money to the wallet and the pussy to the dick
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| Stack a bank, slap a pack
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| Put my muthafuckin' tape in ya goddamn deck
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| Man, take a bitch, break a bitch
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| And when you’re all done, cuddy, man, shake the bitch
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| Straight high-sidin' when you come through squat
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| Leave a muthafuckin' cloud in the parking lot
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| Load the brains, do some thangs
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| Put the mounts on your fingers, man, fuck the chains
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| Play that ho like a game of checkers
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| Treat her like dirt, take her money and wreck her
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| ‘Cause a ho, ain’t no good (no good)
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| Whip her punk ass? |
| Man, I sho' would
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| It’s '90, you gotta be def
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| Take all the money until there ain’t none left
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| You see, some young brothas give her tongue
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| Lick between her legs and try to get her sprung
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| That ain’t the tip, ah, nah
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| You stupid muthafuckas, what’s wrong wit' y’all?
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| It don’t take all that to get that ho
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| If you can’t her, nigga, say, ‘Trick that ho'
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| ‘Cause when you come up, she’ll be jockin'
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| On your front door, man, she’ll be knockin'
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| When you let her in, it’s straight to the covers
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| That’s the way it goes, believe me, brotha
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| I’ve been through it all, it don’t mean nothin'
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| Pussy ain’t shit, make the ho pay somethin'
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| It’s Mac Dre, hear what I say
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| I spit the gift to gab, nigga, every day
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| Pimpin', straight pimpin'
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| I don’t wanna see you simpin'
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| Listen to my tape, play it all the time
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| And when it’s over, man, press rewind
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| ‘Cause it’s dope shit, you gotta hear it
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| And like coke, nigga, you gon' clear it
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| And to the top I’m goin'
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| Bitch, I’m flowin'
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| And it… and it… and it don’t stop
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| It’s Mac Dre, y’all
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| Listen to the things I say, y’all |