Mac Mall

Mac Mall - It's All Good lyrics

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I be what is known as a soldier out to make a mint

Keepin the crowd pumped like I was Foljah, ask yo bitch

Mall is in the house for '92, 90 fuckin 3

Keepin the suckas stressin off my strictly stress faculty

Never needs no pot, when ya fuckin with some dope like this

I got the fools trippin, the hoes, niggaz, and the tricks

Be askin whats the aspects of a young playas game

Sufferin through playas stress, pimpin through the snow and rain

Its sleetin on ya mothafuckin sunny day

Stayin in my tub like I was told by young Mac Dre

I said in the last I'ma savage when I go up in 'em

Another fuckin hoe be bendin over for the next nigga

Love ta hit the dank, can't fuck with that tadafee

Since I'm comin viscious man these niggaz wanna pop me

But I just keep the game tight you know, like a playa should

Its loaded to pump 30 rounds fool, then its all good



Its all good



I'm hearin hella mothafuckas tryin to be actin runnin at the mouth

Thinkin they can fuck with a youngster, fool I got some doubts

How you gon' step in the phatness I'm already nine-a meter Put the latex on

the mic, I've fucked so many times

Bringin the suckas home, I'm not ya average singa

Get a middle finga, I pulled the milimeta

I wouldn't wanna be ya the eletric shock will see ya

Peep the little red dot den ya pop, YEAH

The rollers wanna hand me at the station

They trippin like they basin, mad as fuck cause I'm poppin across the nation

I gotsta share love to Mac Dre and Young Kilo

Feds tried ta fade, but soon dere gon' be freedom

And much indo gon' be lit when I hit the spliff

Game don't stop from the Crest BIATCH!

Its all good



Its all good



Where you from man?

Who me?

Straight sewer street dwella, fly young fella

Got the pimp deckin they bitch because they know that I got hella

Game and Mall's the name man these fools don't wanna fuck with me

Should I slang the D, or cut up on the R-A-P

I love the M-A-C, Patti may you rest in peace

I eats a big feast after smokin dank with DJ Cease

Fila's on my feet and short like a khaki creased

So playas think I'm dizno, some up and jump and kizno

In my fuckin Lugz, I got the dolja dank siznuts

Sometimes I got liznopes, or should I say criznizi

I pack kiznack niznine, these fools be tryin fiznight me

I was at the telly, with this hoe named Kelly

I had the niznock and the giznock sniznack or that nellie

The hoe was kinda siznick, all up on my diznick

And since she loved the sess I got some cutty she can get wit

These fools don't understand cause they ain't got tiva

I'm the telly bone keepa, the through-yo-window creepa

Its playas in the sess I thought you knew

You do what you gotta do, as long as you pay my crew

Its all good



Its all good
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