(Mac Dre, boy)



[Mac Dre]

Since I was a young buck my mackin was cool

I used to tongue-kiss girls in the back of the school

And maybe sometime a nigga got mo' than a kiss

I put my finger in some puss that smelled like piss

And as I reminisce, huh, it's kinda funny

How I talked little girls out they lunch money

They didn't run from me, they used to jock young Dre

Then I stepped up game and got some cock one day

It was a bloody mess and yes, tight as some vice grips

But I was a little nigga killin some tight shit

Tossed, turned and started fuckin her few friends

Cause she told two friends and they told two friends

And word got out that young Dre could fuck good

Then I bumped a bitch who could fuck and suck good

And after that cock was nothin to me

So I flipped the script and stopped fuckin for free

Every bitch I dicked down, had to kick down

Whoever I tossed up, had to cough up

Young in the game, mayn, but quick to learn

That money makes this world turn

So I peep game, pop that thang

And let fools know how I got that name

Mac Dre, boy



(Mac Dre, boy)



[Mac Dre]

I used to creep on Crest streets with a tight mask on

Posted, toasted, gettin my cash on

Strapped with a gat and a bottle of Hen though

Orange zig zags and big bags of that Endo

I pushed pebbles to the midnight hour

24-7 same clothes, no shower

Dopesacks smellin like nutsacks, but fuck it

I was checkin ducats, collect in buckets

But now I'm fresh out the pen with a chip on my shoulder

And out of the motor my blood runs much colder

Somebody told a fed I was in the mix

Hittin licks, nigga, ain't that a bitch

I make raps, stay far from saps

Checks my traps and collect my snaps

The Country Club Crest is where I got this game

And rappin on the mic is how I got that name