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handcuff your bitch - mac dre lyrics

[intro: mac dre]
(“maybe someday she’ll get run over or something.”)
by a tricycle!
(“that’s what i pray for every night.”)
and ten more bicycles!

yeah, erry night
i don’t like the b-tch
i hate the b-tch
ya know, f-ck the b-tch

[verse 1: mac dre]
now before i start rapping, i must warn ya
i just washed down two mushrooms with some orange juice
i was thizzin’ when i wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray
it’s just one of the many dumb flows of dre
i’m tryna see g’s, play these hoes like cd’s
old school like the bee gees
give me green and some wheaties
you don’t want to see these, i don’t give no freebies
hoe, this d-ck cost, what you thought i f-cked was ten ki’s
remy, it’s in me, bring me what you got
then baby maybe i’ll love like my two glocks
i’m too hot, i do not, f-ck with no havers
i’m a crestside cutthoat, cold toe-tagger
a hoe capturer, then keep ’em in captivity
you ain’t know about that niggity, driggity, m-diggity?

[hook: smoov-e]
i mob like durango, seat tilted lay-low, boy
i bring heat like one hot jalapeño
i mob like durango, seat tilted lay-low, boy
i bring heat like one hot jalapeño

[verse 2: smoov-e]
smoov with the groove, when i run right thru, and boy i just might pull it
with a all black hat, and a fat bomb sack, bring heat just like a bullet
got an all new fit and a brand new b-tch
to girl, this d-ck’s a no-no
so i picked up a bottle of captain morgan’s, took her to the mo-mo
i had to hit the cho-cho
boy, this ain’t no hoe stroll
but in my town these girls get clowned like they first name was bobo
can’t shake e, or break e, stay around like a 12-day hickey
girl, it’s tasty, like lacey, took it all like a wide-mouth mickey

[hook: smoov-e]
i mob like durango, seat tilted lay-low, boy
i bring heat like one hot jalapeño
i mob like durango, seat tilted lay-low, boy
i bring heat like one hot jalapeño

[verse 3: smoov e]
this game gets sticky, these hoes get tricky
ya boy gets picky, ya see i hang with nicky
and cats like mac dre, we dress in khaki
that backup band b-ss, shows how much this rap pay
we kicks with mary, jane and judy
my piece like larry ’cause getting -ss is my duty
don’t trip or slip, just do my thang
smoov pimped out like a pinky ring

[hook: smoov-e]
i mob like durango, seat tilted lay-low, boy
i bring heat like one hot jalapeño
i mob like durango, seat tilted lay-low, boy
i bring heat like one hot jalapeño

[outro: mac dre]
something’s got ta happen, something’s definitely got to happen
i hope she get ran the f-ck over
i never did like the b-tch, i mean i never liked-ed the b-tch
y’all were the ones hooping an’ hollering about the f-cked up b-tch
f-ck the b-tch

- mac dre lyrics

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