Sporty Thievz

Sporty Thievz - Mac Daddy lyrics

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"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 2x

 (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 2x

 (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 2x

 (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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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Ruffhouse Records

Details:

Released in: 1997

Language: English

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