Mac Dre

What Cha Like
[verse 1:] Light yourself a dank joint, letcha mind go Listen to these lyrics as I let this rhyme flow I'm funky with this shit 'cause my style is authentic It keeps them suckas jockin' so my windows stay tinted I meant it when I said "I will pimp til I die" Makin' them bitches cry And nigga, dont ask me why I flow that pimp shit 'cause I know that pimp shit I smoke that hemp shit - not with that simp shit Stupid doo-doo dumb is the only way I come Let the track ride, gimme the mic and I'll run Smooth with the groove like a saxophone My backs is on, and man, caps is blown Straight off suckas' heads with the rhymes I shoot Fuckin with the bitch as she's kind of cute I find a loop I shake the spot You'll never hear a bitch say I ate the cock I mack, kick back, and stack that cash I throw these things fool, don't make me tap that ass The Mac named Dre is the man for real Hoes wanna ride in me Sedan DeVille Cause I'm a - young playa with that Crest Side game Kickin the funky shit, makin the rest sound lame, and... Letras de canciones[chorus:] Every time I rap, I bust what cha like Cuz I'm the coldest MC to ever touch the mic [x2] [verse 2:] They trips when I flips cause I'm nothing respectable But still when I spill, boy, I'm nothing correctable I got raps that make them niggaz say "Goddamn - He the fool with the mic in his hand" I could teach a square everything he's lackin' Cause partna, I'm a playa with some uncut mackin' I spit that shit that makes tricks go run and hide Damn them clowns around town that wonder why I never give a bitch who ain't rich the time of day They got to be fucked up if they think that I'ma pay I'ma play Until she's all played out Have her friends sayin' "Damn girl, you Mac Dre'd out!" [chorus] [verse 3:] At the drop of a dime, I can rhyme a tight rap And make them motherfuckers say "Damn, he like that" Get them with the tongue that will run for many miles Gettin' niggaz sprung cause I come with many styles Hoes come in rows to get chose, they gettin' wit me Sayin I'm the flyest on the side of the Mississippi Banned in six states by the surgeon general I'm known to be addictive, sellin dope subliminals And I don't stop servin' like them fools at Denny's Like Julius Erving, Michael Jordan, and Penny I go coast to coast with a dose of this realness Slappin' your brain with this game, can you feel this? I flow like river water Ain't no nigga harder Others that was rockin is forgotten like Jimmy Carter But I'm gon' be around Just like hand-me-downs An old-ass playa still pullin' them panties down [chorus] From Letras Mania