Mac Dre - How i got this name
Tekst :
[ 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
Inne utwory
Chevs & Fords Nothin correctable Clap Crest creepers Morals and standards Be about yo doe Boss tycoon Sac to the boonies Doin what i do Back 2 da basics Stupid doo doo dumb Cutthoat committee Cutthoat soup Grown shit Talk big shit Fast money Iz real Early retirement I need an eighth Losowe utwory
I know you’ve been trying to
Conceil you’ve been lying but
I can’t keep on buying so
I’ve got a question
I’ve got a question
I’ve got this impression that
You’ve got this obsession so
It’s time for your confession
I’ve got a question
I’ve got a question
Answer me...
I was carried by a hot wind, which filled me with power.
The power of hatred, and a infernal burning mind of death.
Blackened dreams are controlling me.
I m searching for their rightful meaning.
Tomorrow nothing will remain but frozen images from my past.
Sleeping... dreaming... ruling...
But these are dreams, things in mind, reveries...
Monologue:
I love when the day is new
We get to start all over
But the thing is sometimes getting through the day
Is just one big hustle
The world is waiting, dawn is here
Ain t got time to waste, we need to work, my dear
Hurry, hurry can t delay
Get up and start today, it...
I wish I knew how it would be to be free
I wish I could break all the chains holdin me
I wish I could say all the things that I should say
Say em loud, say em clear
For the whole wide world to hear.
I wish...
Thursday s crush is a Friday night rush
And a Monday morning cry
It s the tail that you keep chasing
And it gets away every time
New Years Eve and it s hard to believe
Another Zodiac s gone around
While you...