Sporty Thievz

Sporty Thievz - Mac Daddy / Aquaskit lyrics

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"Now why ain't you over there where you supposed to be?"

"The white-trip, Goldie, he tried to off me, man."

"Let me tell you something now, you listen to me and you listen to me 

closely.

I don't give a shit about what happened to you, now I want you to get 

yourself together and get back out there and get me my money! Now I don't 

care how

long it takes  for you get out there and get it!…. Now GET!"



[Chorus:]

Yo Big Dubez, what it look like?

Sporty Thievz, Brando be the crook type

King Kirk's sideburns be on hook, right?

We just some niggaz that keep our good looks tight

We all match



[Marlon Brando]

Hey yo where the party at? Blunts copped in Cogn-y-ac

Girls in the act, like "where the fuck Marlon at? Call him back"

Ask him where he ballin' at, thats only right,

goin' thru all the lights, with the bright motor-bikes on the 'pike

Girls be watchin' all the booming sales

talkin' 'bout "do my nails and take me to Bloomingdales"

gassed they ex-males for the Lex ginger-ale

Playa spinned the Cryst-al, trickin' french fingernails

Now, Virginia girls keep their hair looking lit up

Getting' ready for the summer, all spring doin' sit-ups

My love will make you shake-up, Call your man to break-up

Have sex all night, and I'll leave before you wake up



[Chorus x2]



[Big Dubez]

Honey was bad to death, playin' the far left

Came in with some nigga, Im figurin' [??]par-lef[??]

I runs up on shorty, you know bein' a sporty

thief, I brief shorty on lickin' my whole body

Spit a hella flame of game, what the fucks my name?

All it took was a minute to ruin this bitch's brain

She like "Don't you?", Im like "Yea, yeah"

"You ripped a- that?" "Yea there"

So why don't we, you, me, you know?" she like "yea, where?"

Jack' with lime pieces got me straight like creases

got rid of my dime pieces, I walked in on Alisha's

Now honey all facetious, wantin' to skate

that's when her man popped up, getting' ready to hate

"Oh, so where you think you goin'?", I'm like "Yo pause, player

we go way back, I ain't tryin' to lay her"

I can't see how a player can't see himself getting played

Getting' hit with "I knew boo since the 10th grade"

To ease pa', I complemented the bar

then I hit money with a funny cigar

With his back turned we broke out, he gotta be burnt

I got his bitch up in the Radisson, suckin', smokin' Madison

Even though we bounced I still lit up the place

cuz when he lit that long Cuban, it blew up in his face



[Chorus x2]



[King Kirk]

Shorty in the tight gown, over there in the pink

threw a wink, almost dropped my drink

As I stopped to think, it must be the links

or the glow from the ice, reflectin' off the disco lights

So Kirk, maybe its your night, so I stepped to her polite

and tapped her, introduced King Kirk the rapper

she screamed with laughter, drink splashed, could'a smacked her

Then my breath stopped

when I look on my shirt, I bet' not have a wet spot (bitch)

Love, you lucky, no more to say, lifted a business card laying to EMG, 

and walked away, I don't play

Playing's for players I'm a mack, type to be in limos jet-black

Havin' a chat, rubbin' the cat, went over and sat

in my reserved seats, waiter serving me eats

I'm observing the freeks, lookin' for asscheeks

about four of 'em or more of 'em

then I saw some, told the waiter "Call all of 'em"

They came said their name and that the club was borin' 'em

and they was watching me all night but I kept ignorin' em

I'm just thinking 'bout lurin' em to my crib, scorin' em

As the waiter started pourin' em drinks, I peeped the whore in 'em

Later they trapp-ted me happily, sexin' rapidly

No strategy, actually cousin?, just the mack in me

N'ahhhmean??



[Chorus x2]



[Female Singing]

Hey there, Mac Daddy, if you want me badly

To hop in your caddy and groooove

You just have to spend, I'll fuck you and your friend

Or do whatever you choooose, nowww



[Sporty Thievz]

Hey miss sugar mama, we ain't spendin' nada

you gotta suck the dick (get the dick, get the dick, get the dick)

you think you slick, you stupid bitch

Real Macks don't trick (I thought you knew, I thought you knew)
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