(feat. Luni Coleone)



[Mac Dre]

It's that California Livin', Young Black Brotha

Boatin' that '73 Chevrolet burnin' rubberrrr

Like my nigga, Rich the Fact

Nigga it's the Mac in the back of the ‘Lac

Soakin' tact, big indo many clouds of smoke

Make old school dance when I dip and yoke

It's like M-A-C D-R-E 

Way up in KC with the boy Arby

Yeah biatch, it's presidential

On the under chronic comin' through in a rental

I'm undetected, I come protected

Two 4-4 pistols, a mask and vest biatch

Down and dirty, the cuddies call me Curty

From Mark and Leonard to Howard Hurty?

From Missouri don't worry we keep it ragooey

MD and Luni, from Sac to the Boonies



[Chorus]

We gangsta niggas ready for some tension

Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'

Pimpin' what does it mean?

Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team [x2]



[Luni]

They call me Coleone thug real McCoy

I'm a rider bout mine cuz trust ya boy

Get shit crackin' like eggs in a pan on fry

This do or die lifestyle got my brain on high

I hit the city streets mean mug, chip on my shoulder

Young punks they mug back but ain't no balls in these soldiers

I'm in the Mid-West, KC, N-O-K-C

Every show, every in-store the hoe framed me

Coleone (got game?) Hell yeah by the pound

Niggas hate (On my name)

Cuz they hoes crack smiles (What a shame)

Pimp nigga how ya do that there

Talk a bitch up out her check book and the weave in her hair

I bust rap cats in lips on a square ass nigga

Getting grub in an old school with a dent in the fender

Me and Mac Dre bitch stayin' on our toes

What, what, what, what they call me Coleone!



We gangsta niggas ready for some tension

Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'

Pimpin' what does it mean?

Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team [x2]



[Mac Dre]

We global, travel the bubble duckin trouble

Don't make us get the bury body shovel

We vicious, dumpin' bodies in ditches

And runnin pimp game on these punk ass bitches



[Luni Coleone]

Yeah, I'm the mack of the year like placa bitch

My guys they drive by with the best of the clip

Coleone, young creeper flippin shit like chitlins

Ragglin, scragglin, and cappin' I'ma handle my business 



[Mac Dre]

We dog niggas, straight hog niggas

Well connected and when we call niggas

It goes down, down, bodies bein' found

Gangsta mack shit that's how we clown



[Luni Coleone]

And we down, like 4 flex on a fucked up hoopty

Big bread and get big head from a fine ass hoochie

They call me, nah fuck it can't waste my time

Nuts hangin like cellulite on yo' grandma's thighs



We gangsta niggas ready for some tension

Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'

Pimpin' what does it mean?

Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team [x2]