Mac Dre
Mac Dre - Be About Yo Doe lyrics
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[INTRO:] Ya Wut sup cuttie Pass me that radio raheem So I can do my thing Yeah mac drizzle [Mac Dre:] I'm the kind of nigga that'll come through and yoke on you Burnin rubber in the shitnell, with the 4-0-2 Dippin, dashin, smashin Through the traffic Smokin, chokin, hopin, I rap it 'Cause my candy's look wet, three coats of clear Miami's on deck with three quartes of beer Clownin all the freaks but he still gets jocked Bouncin in the seat while the 15's knock I'm dipped in butter everybody jocks my style Cal hat pulled down to my eyebrow Polo geared down I'm in her ear now Stealin it, she's feelin it, it's all clear now One more hoe, on my team I'm a pimp homeboy, what do you mean It's all about scrilla in the land of thugs and killers Gangstas, pimps, players, and drug dealers [Chorus: x2] If you, wanna fuck with me Be about yo doe, I gots to have doe I'm just trying to let you know It's 2 in the morning and I'm still chasin cash Other niggaz in the club, still chasin ass Fuck theezat I'm all about my screezatch I got my fishing pole out trying to ceezatch I'm a bump a bitch with the quickness Boy it's just pimpin in my blood Bitches, they all give him love The Mac name Dre bitch, take it easy You fuckin with a street nigga that's greasy I'll buck yo brotha, fuck yo motha Keep it on the DL, it's all undercover I'm a hustler bitch, I pull capers I only fuck with thugs that get paper Chips, chedda, scrilla, real niggaz, killaz, and drug dealers [Chorus x2] 24 hours, 7 days a week I do my thug thang, playin in them streets But the game I play really ain't no joke Come around my way and you might get smoked Bullet proof vest's, Chevy SS's Come through in a bucket The next day in a Lexus It's a ghetto life I don't have no wife Boy I'm married to the game and I handle my Business, I'm in this for the money not the honey Square bitches spooked, they all run from me Dummy, bitch, if you knew better, you do better I'm a stay on bitch back like new sweaters Mac Dre baby Quit talkin crazy When you get about some money It's all gravy Ask my last bitch square, that's all realla I only fuck with pimps, killaz and drug dealers [Chorus x2]