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Where you going |
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Mac Dre'vious? |
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What is his name? |
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What is his other name though? |
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The guru of pimpin'... |
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Mac guru mo' gimpin' |
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The guru of pimpin' [Mac Dre] |
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As I walk through the crowd |
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I could hear necks snappin' |
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I here voices saying "Oh gee, He rappin'? " |
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It's mackin' funky fresh in the flesh |
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You might see me in the traffic rolling |
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SS Or GS Excursion or |
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Navi, Or maybe |
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Range Rovin' perkin' with some? |
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It's daddy recruitin' hoes that love goosin' |
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Robbin' and shootin', indulged in prostitution |
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I'm goosin', juicin' and game inducin' |
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To claim restitution, |
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I ain't got no suits and |
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Quit mother goosin' this ain't no story |
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I'm a cutthoat pimp fighting for my glory |
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It's me, M |
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D, bitch follow me |
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And we can get paid like dick swallowing |
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Bada bing bada bang, it really ain't no thang |
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I'm deep in this game, and you a freakyness dame |
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So we can exchange the pimpin' for the hoe-in |
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Baby you ain't knowin' the top is where |
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I'm goin' |
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There's no one that could ever do it better |
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I gets my cheddar, mozzarella or whatever... |
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Or whatever, the earth is my turf |
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Where I roam is my home, cutthoat rolling stone |
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Catch me with ladies in a fuckin' |
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Mercedes Countin' fetti while |
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I'm sucking on tetties |
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I dress eighties, keep it old schoolish |
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So shut the fuck up nigga and let me do this |
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Who this? |
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Oh it's you |
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You got? for me baby bring it with that other two |
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I'm blinging and because of you, |
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I live Lav' |
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Everything |
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I want is everything |
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I have It's the lifestyle of the sav' and lavish |
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Girl money makes the world twirl, |
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I'm having cabbage |
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Kick back relax let me bust one mo' |
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I'm a gun slinger partner |
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I do a gung ho |
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Got a dumb flow, keep more than one ho |
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It's Mr. Hicks in the mix nigga hear me in the gumbo |
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Run ho, your squares a box |
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And I'm a thug, the kind of guy that will swear to your pops |
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I fled from the cops, and sold rocks in my past time |
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And jack fools straight faced with no mask |
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I'm A cutthoat, |
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I don't have to prove it to ya |
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I'll leave ya ass up with buckshots movin' through ya |
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I'm a do ya like you never been done |
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Have you screaming "I need bullets hurry up run" [fades with Miami talking] |
