Mac Dre
Mac Dre - Get Loud lyrics
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[verse 1:] When I got to the spot it wasn't even crowded Made a few phone calls now we all bout it, bout it Wit it, wit it, hella fitted, punk rock better quite it Got one pill left and she askin me to split it I aint wit it, where I'm goin? Bitch Why? Have you ever had X O in your eye? Bitch why, die, choke on suffa My niggas in da back trynna smoke on suffa Fa sho gone stuff a, dub in da wood Now it's me, MD, PSD and Shoog I'm feelin' good, UGH, got a hoe on jock I think she on puss to, maybe not Baby cock, nineteen, wit her own spot and a day wit Dre, I'll have her on robot It don't stop, I'm a mack and I'm proud, I go wild get hyphy, get loud [verse 2:] It was me, Hedi, and Black Jesus Goin 2 da store to bring back the juice So we can get to pillin it, feelin it man Giggin hella hard and start killin it man We ill in da van, Chevy 20s Fat backwood, never skinny Icon Nikes on my feet and I come hyphy on my beats She wear cleats cuz shes in da game an All-Star legend in da Jaw of Fame If its all da same, I think I'll pass She gots lots of ass but, no cash and I needs cash like a car needs gas, if you dont got it, get far, quick, fast Ima star wit class, Big Famous, Thizzlamic Speak another language