| -=Mac Dre talking=- | 
| Clap, what, clap | 
| Thizzin' in the wash house | 
| I’m in the wash house | 
| I’m in the wash house thizzin' | 
| Clap, you beezy, you beezy, clap! | 
| Clap, you beezy, you beezy, clap! | 
| Clap, you beezy, you beezy, clap! | 
| Clap, you beezy, you beezy, clap! | 
| Now go: -=Mac Dre makes noise with his mouth=- | 
| Listen up I’m about to get doper | 
| They call me Mr. Furly but I’m more like Mr. Roper | 
| Roper smoker, no, so fuck a chauffeur | 
| I yolk my own boat so I can tote the super soaker | 
| Used to post up on the block with my toaster | 
| Now I eat MC’s like frozen food from Stouffers | 
| Most these dudes is jokers | 
| Hopeless, no focus | 
| Underground like gophers | 
| Gettin' stock like brokers | 
| Hocus Pocus, Abra-Cadabra | 
| You can put the whistle on a 7−7 Maverick | 
| Nigga pack a pistol when he ain’t scared to blast it | 
| Nigga it’s official, you can catch me in the traffic | 
| In the Benz on them rims that spin | 
| Checkin' chins, fuck friends, stack ends | 
| It’s Mac and I’m back and I’m smackin' | 
| This beat is slappin', get yo' hands clappin' | 
| Mic check one, two | 
| Tell you what I’m gon' do | 
| Grab a juice and pop two | 
| Then act a mutha fuckin' fool | 
| I’mma fool | 
| I’m a pimp and a playa, my diamonds gleam | 
| I’m a Giant, a Raider, boy I’m a King | 
| Totin' the Kator under my wing | 
| I’m dumb and don’t care, nigga, what you mean, pass the Heem | 
| Thizz, weed, so I can get started | 
| Dre, that is me, I can get retarded | 
| I can get the party crackin' when it’s yawnin' | 
| And the bitches won’t leave 'til six in the mornin' | 
| If you condonin' that bullshit, stop it | 
| 'fo I unlock it, cock it, and cop it | 
| Nigga watch it, you fuckin' wit the Bay boy | 
| Mac Dre, boy, all damn day, boy | 
| Flambé, boy, I’ll make it sizzle | 
| In the wash house, gone off a thizzle | 
| It’s Drizzle my nizzle, come visit | 
| The Country Club | 
| And see what iiiiiis it? | 
| What iiiiis it? |