Mac Dre

From Sac 2 Tha Boonies

Mac Dre


[Mac Dre] 
It's that California Livin', Young Black Brotha 
Boatin' that '73 Chevrolet burnin' rubberrrr 
Like my nigga, Rich the Fact 
Nigga it's the Mac in the back of the 'Lac 
Soakin' tact, big indo many clouds of smoke 
Make old school dance when I dip and yoke 
It's like M-A-C D-R-E 
Way up in KC with the boy Arby 
Yeah biatch, it's presidential 
On the under chronic comin' through in a rental 
I'm undetected, I come protected 
Two 4-4 pistols, a mask and vest biatch 
Down and dirty, the cuddies call me Curty 
From Mark and Leonard to Howard Hurty? 
From Missouri don't worry we keep it ragooey 
MD and Luni, from Sac to the Boonies 

[Chorus] 
We gangsta niggas ready for some tension 
Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin' 
Pimpin' what does it mean? 
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team [x2] 

[Luni] 
They call me Coleone thug real McCoy 
I'm a rider bout mine cuz trust ya boy 
Get shit crackin' like eggs in a pan on fry 
This do or die lifestyle got my brain on high 
I hit the city streets mean mug, chip on my shoulder 
Young punks they mug back but ain't no balls in these soldiers 
I'm in the Mid-West, KC, N-O-K-C 
Every show, every in-store the hoe framed me 
Coleone (got game?) Hell yeah by the pound 
Niggas hate (On my name) 
Cuz they hoes crack smiles (What a shame) 
Pimp nigga how ya do that there 
Talk a bitch up out her check book and the weave in her hair 
I bust rap cats in lips on a square ass nigga 
Getting grub in an old school with a dent in the fender 
Me and Mac Dre bitch stayin' on our toes 
What, what, what, what they call me Coleone! 

We gangsta niggas ready for some tension 
Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin' 
Pimpin' what does it mean? 
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team [x2] 

[Mac Dre] 
We global, travel the bubble duckin trouble 
Don't make us get the bury body shovel 
We vicious, dumpin' bodies in ditches 
And runnin pimp game on these punk ass bitches 

[Luni Coleone] 
Yeah, I'm the mack of the year like placa bitch 
My guys they drive by with the best of the clip 
Coleone, young creeper flippin shit like chitlins 
Ragglin, scragglin, and cappin' I'ma handle my business 

[Mac Dre] 
We dog niggas, straight hog niggas 
Well connected and when we call niggas 
It goes down, down, bodies bein' found 
Gangsta mack shit that's how we clown 

[Luni Coleone] 
And we down, like 4 flex on a fucked up hoopty 
Big bread and get big head from a fine ass hoochie 
They call me, nah fuck it can't waste my time 
Nuts hangin like cellulite on yo' grandma's thighs 

We gangsta niggas ready for some tension 
Fool we ain't trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin' 
Pimpin' what does it mean? 
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team [x2]