[Jacka]

You know these whodies be askin'

Uni Mack 10

Can I be your bitch [can I be your bitch]

Naw, you can be my ho

I put you on a track

And bring me back all my cheese

Get on your knees

So I can smoke green leaves

Paper chase for me

They found dope in my show

Catch a case for me

Act faithful to your pimp

Like a P-I-T

Wool out

Don't let go to what you got

And don't come back short

Cuz you might get mopped

I'm a pimp

And hoes ain't shit without 'em

I use to fuck 'em

And forget about 'em

Now they bring me back major skrill

So I can stack 'til I peel

I can change for the good

Half an hour, I'm there [?]

She's mine

Plus she's blind to the fact that I'm The Jacka

Mista Cali Co packa

I have ta

Floss to be the boss

You just a black girl lost

But she ain't in my game plan

In some chalk



[Chorus]

It's The Jacka

Mista Cali Co packa

I got the

The major slice in a Acura

Imagine bein' brought

No clothes, no show

Gonna get high

But can't fade on the road

Fuck that!

I'd rather be the young sav on the track

Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes

Cuz I'm the mack [I'm the mack]



[Jacka]

My momma raised me like a mack

So I stuck wit it

Tight you wanna remain wit yo Mrs.

Then keep them bitches out my side

Ain't havin' no joke on these hoes

Nigga from the start

I learned to break a hoes pockets

To break that young girl's heart

Evil whispers in my head

Tellin' me don't stop 'til I'm ballin'

You come back short wit yo cash

It'll be that ass that she crawlin'

Pimp on

But don't limit

Yourself to pimpin'

Scandalous women

Youngsta they suck their ways  

In this game that'll get you paid

So I let the whispers guide me

Put the past behind me

Cuz the cash is blindin' me

Fuck bein' broke

I got my town by the throat

Coughing up major doe

But it wasn't enough

Beacuse the bomb I smoke

And the fluff I snow

Turned me into a killa

For the skrilla

Won't stop eatin'

I got ten million, dollars

Nine million acres

Plus a casino in Vegas

I'm 'bout the faces on the table

That's keepin' me in this shit

And it's real

Maybe if they kill another president

They'll make a three dollar bill

Must be the skrill



[Chorus]



[Jacka]

I had a problem wit meetin' hoes

Who try to get over on me

Thinkin' just because I [?]

Then we gonna kick 'em down

Oh not me, not one-O

I break a bitch down

Wit a blow to the nose

Cuz I'm a savage

One night we wasn't careful

Parkin' lot pimpin'

And a fine ho was yellin' like a wyno

Was comin' at me like I'm a sucka

She must of thought that I was a busta

Comin' out the club

So I slugged her in her mugg

"What's up blood"

A nigga yelled hella loud

From out the crowd [west up]

Like he was fed up puttin' work for the skirt

I'm raisin' up my shirt

He told me hollow tips hurt

So back up jerk

Cuz you don't want me

Uni M-A-C

Man you don't want me



[Chorus]



[The Jacka talking]

Cuz I'm the mack

You know

I'm the muthafuckin' mack

How many real macks you know nigga

Ask yourself that question

And I bet you only know one

Check it out

My nigga Rob Low on this tight ass beat

I don't give a fuck what nobody say

Can't nobody fuck wit it

I only know one real mack

I gotta say wussup to my nigga O Federali

My nigga S.L.O.

My nigga Young Uz

My niggas from the L.O.B

My nigga Bishop

What's goin' down