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if you - mac dre lyrics

(intro)
yeah, whats up cuddie
pass me that radio raheem
so i can do my thing
yeah, mac drizzle

(verse 1)
i’m the kind of n*gga that’ll come through and yoke on you
burnin rubber in the sh*tnell, with the 4*0*2
dippin, dashin, smashin, through the traffic
smokin, chokin, hopin i don’t wrap it
cause my candy’s look wet, three coats of clear
miami’s on deck with three quarts of beer
clownin all the freaks but he still gets jocked
bouncin in the seat while the 15’s knock
i’m dipped in b*tter everybody jocks my style
cal hat pulled down to my eyebrow
polo geared down, i’m in her ear now
spillin’ it, she’s feelin it, it’s all clear now
one more hoe, on my team
i’m a pimp homeboy, what do you mean
its all about scrilla in the land of thugs and k!llers
gangstas, pimps, players, and drug dealers

(chorus)
if you, wanna f*ck with me
be about yo doe, i gots to get my doe
i’m just want to let you know
if you, wanna f*ck with me
be about yo doe, i gots to get my doe
i’m just want to let you know
(verse 2)
its 2 in the morning and i’m still chasin cash
other n*ggas in the club, still chasin’ ass
f*ck thizat, i’m all about my scrizatch
i got my fishing pole out trying to cizatch
a big fish, i’m hungry, need a big b*tch
i’ma bump a b*tch with the quickness
boy it’s just pimpin in my blood
b*tches, they all give him love
the mac named dre b*tch, take it easy
you f*ckin wit a street n*gga that’s greasy
i’ll buck yo brotha, f*ck yo motha
keep it on the dl, it’s all undercover
i’m a hustla b*tch, i pull capers
i only f*ck with thugs that get paper
chips, chedda, scrilla, real n*ggas, k!llas, and drug dealers

(verse 3)
24 hours, 7 days a week
i do my thug thang, playin in them streets
but the game i play really ain’t no joke
come around my way and you might get smoked
bulletproof vests’, chevy ss’s
come through in a bucket, the next day in a lexus
it’s a ghetto life, i don’t have no wife
boy i’m married to the game and i handle my
business, i’m in this for the money not the honey
square b*tches spooked, they all run from me
dummy, b*tch, if you knew better, you do better
i’ma stay on b*tch back like new sweaters
mac dre baby, quit talkin crazy
when you get about some money, it’s all gravy
ask my last b*tch square, that’s all reala
i only f*ck with pimps, k!llaz and drug dealers
(chorus)
if you, wanna f*ck with me
be about yo doe, i gots to get my doe
i’m just want to let you know
if you, wanna f*ck with me
be about yo doe, i gots to get my doe
i’m just want to let you know
if you, wanna f*ck with me
be about yo doe, i gots to get my doe
i’m just want to let you know
if you, wanna f*ck with me
be about yo doe, i gots to get my doe
i’m just want to let you know

- mac dre lyrics

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