Print

[Verse One: Lil' Ya] Twenty seven twelve that's where I dwell But you had to have heart to be down From the start cuz a nigga didn't play That hoe shit if you got jacked you had to Strap and that's a rap bitch Cuz gee's are gee's and youngsters are hustlers You come up in the third bein' a buster Cuz if the capital YA found out about you nigga I have to take yours to make mine bigger And you can go get yo boys and they better come correct Cuz I got K's and I'm a put yo ass in check You like a pussy cat comin' up in the wood Try'na survive in my motherfuckin' hood [Chorus: Bridge/Lil' Ya & Yella Boy] [Lil' Ya] It's the mac from the motherfuckin' hood y'all It's the mac from the motherfuckin' hood [Yella Boy] I'm sick and tired I'm sick and tired Of these bitches playin' with me I'm from the three you better respect UNLV Letras de canciones [Verse Two: Yella Boy] Daddy used to laugh till I bought the park fast Started off with opportunities I achieved real fast At the park ain't no joke I started movin' quarters Like a baller people watchin' it's my dog So he ain't callin' I'm bout puffin' as I Choke to the chronic smoke You see me comin' you hear the music Joggers walkin' by I'm still drivin' twenty-four seven Around the fuckin' block my nigga Lil' Ya spittin' game at you dog hoes Fuck what you wearin' don't trip of them dog hoes Them boys at Mac he down with them so it's all good I'm with Tec-9 we be with mac's up to no good [Chorus: x2] [Verse Three: Lil' Ya] It's the mac and I'm back on solo tip I never fell in love and I never got pussy broke Pimpin' up on bitches on my block From my hood and kept up the keys You know I'm doin' good started workin' with Twenty's now I flipped it to a half Now I'm a quarter bird you bitches can't laugh So give me credit and stop try'na playa hate Gettin' jealous never talk about me in my face Talkin' behind my back I'm a fuck you Bitches up real good cuz I'm a fool from the three The mac fat from the motherfuckin' hood [Chorus: x2] From Letras Mania