Mac Dre - Grown shit

Tekst :

(intro)
Yep, Yea, Yep, Yea, Yep
Dont stop won t stop won t quit
Never could never would
Mac Dre back wit some more shit
You know (yadida mean, yadida mean)
Come on man

(verse 1)
I m a rap matic track addict
And I m back at it
Play me a beat with this heat I m a blap at it
The cat scated, when the mac spatted
You don t want to see me, punk get your hat flatted
Dope like a crack addict, or a hop head
Spit it clear so you can hear, what I said
Pot head, hot head nigga that got dreads
Got bread stop red get hit with the hot lead
My bed, you might see three things
High heels, my pills, and hoes in G strings
I see things, through my pimpin glasses
Cheesy macaroni, teaching pimpin classes
I dips and mashes, Mercedes Benzes
Might wear stunnas without the lenses
I m off the hinges I handle business
Leave no clues, witness, or forensics
No co-dependence all by my lonesome
Wont see Solano, Quintin, or Folsom
I ghost em, at the four way stop sign
Forty HK don t fuck with Glock nine
I rock wind, I m a star I m famous
Got my own language cool when I swang it
Oh, I m all out the door
351 with the shift in the floor

(chorus 2x)
Come on you beezy lets do some grown shit
Put on a tight thong too small that don t fit
When I m on the thizz I m a fool I don t quit
Unborn kids, nut I own shit

(verse 2)
Dre rock rhymes from here to New York
Only smoke rope no coke or New Ports
Hubotchi Benihana pork on my fork
Rapping is a sport and this is my court
Do anything to win my referees cheat
I flagrant foul and bruise to beat
Read em and weap
I m a royal flush
Give me some shrums
So I can get mushed
Kick dust, always in something tight
Hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe
Fucking dikes, in Vegas or Reno ask Kilo, nigga he know
I m well connected I know big wells
Did shows in harryels been in hella jails and federals
But nigga it never fails
The shit don t stop when I drop hella sales
Hella mail, call me the postman
From Vallejo born in Oakland
Yolking, Dodge Diplomats
Fuck three strikes get the bitch to bat

(chorus 2x to end)

Inne utwory

  • Genie of the lamp
  • Back n da hood
  • Fast money
  • Get your grits
  • Real niggas
  • All it takes
  • How yo hood
  • Young black brotha
  • Fish head stew
  • Iz real
  • Chevs & Fords
  • Global
  • Forty two fake
  • Mac Dammit and friends
  • Stupid doo doo dumb
  • How i got this name
  • Make you mine
  • Back 2 da basics
  • Losowe utwory

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    When love ran out,threw me away
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    I listen to its wind as a choir
    The shipping forecast
    Is crackling
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    The pier cracks, the awnings fade
    The Ferris wheel spins slowly in the rain,
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    If i were you

    If I was good
    I d tell everyone I know
    If I was free
    I wouldn t be so keen to go

    If I was wrong
    I would take it like a man
    If I was smart
    I would get out while...

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    Gdzie jest ta moc, gdy już jej nie ma
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    I tylko tli się żal

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    44 Caliber killa

    Haven t you ever heard (Trackmasters) a killa

    [Benzino]:
    Zino

    44 Caliber killa

    [Benzino]:
    Face, Young McNeil

    44 Caliber killa

    [Benzino]:
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