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