Prince Paul

Prince Paul - Mackula's Theory lyrics

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[Count Mackula/Big Daddy Kane]
 Aight  tell me this
 If you got thirty six prostitutes and thirty cents in your pocket
 What you got?
 Proof that hoes come a dime a dozen baby

 Uh huh  yeah
 I mastered the craft on the way to keep em strung
 The niggaz wanna keep my name from off they girls' tongue
 So many brag and boast and like to play high quotes
 Always promisin Thomas' and can't cook toast
 Thinkin that the mackin game is just a fashion show
 Not realizin that the rulers get the cash and go
 Pull up a chair young and notice that the lesson that I'm tellin
 How To Be A Player better than Bill Bellamy
 My tongue commits the felony, here's how I gotcha
 To do the things your momma told you not ta, I shot ya
 Collect as much product as my mouth'll get
 And plus I keep my game in order like the alphabet
 Mister spectacular, better known as Mackula
 Actors pimpin, a Legend just like an Acura
 I lay down the law at the door moment that I get wit her
 The female predator, etcetera etcetera
 Better to come on in, the Hustle's good so why Knock It
 Then watch the way I lock it, straight ballin, corner pocket

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 Anything goes when it comes to hoes cuz pimpin ain't easy
 ("What you see is what you get")
 Anything goes when it comes to hoes cuz pimpin ain't easy
 ("Mackula, he done struck again")

 You stepped into the playin field, I don't know what you're thinkin
 Cuz game can smell game, and right now you're ass is stinkin
 Makin my presence known, see I only do it vague
 Nowadays, playahating's goin around just like the plague
 By re-gardless, I'm on some play-hard shit
 My body's used to all them, I was on the graveyard shift
 Survival of the fittest, now all you niggaz try to get this
 While y'all makin love, I'm makin love into a business
 Now, what's the matter, no confidence within your data?
 I seen you trippin since I first started lookin at her
 And if she peak, you know that she'll creep
 And if you sleep, then that'll be just one you won't keep, uh
 Now boy you know you need your ass whipped
 For holdin on her hand as if you're goin on some first grade class trip
 You feel unable, to keep her in your stable
 As she listens to the bubbly that's poppin at the next table
 Life's finer things, victory is mine again
 You're tryin to win, but got to come way better than those Hieneken's
 She feel amazed by the game that I be using
 And now she choosin
 And you done came up as the one that's losin
 The smooth crimin-al as I muscle in
 Grand theft hustlin, Mackula, he done struck again
 "Oh Lord
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