Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lame Saturated, artist - Mac Dre. Album song Al Boo Boo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Thizz Nation
Song language: English
Lame Saturated |
| Dre dips more whips than that man on Grand Theft Auto |
| Catch me in five hundred sedan S model |
| Killer whale on my tail trying to catch and follow |
| But Dres ghost get ghost, I scram, press throttle |
| Give a damn spending grands me and my mans be at the grotto |
| Trying to steal a rich Lucy from a Ricky Ricardo |
| Fuck a wife I want a ho that look like Nelly Furtado |
| To take me skiing in Aspen, Colorado |
| Cash in like the Lotto then pass me the bottle |
| Cause they know live life lav is my motto |
| This is not the Apollo I don’t care if you like me |
| I’m Gucci and Louie nigga read these Nike’s |
| Mac Dres gets hyphy, cop trees from Mikey |
| I’m a viking always striking, never hiking I’m doing my thing |
| Fresh clothes from the dry clean, and my bling shine like high beam |
| I’m a eighteen wheeler, nigga I’m realer |
| So I can steal her, peal her, and drill her |
| I’m the dope rhyme dealer |
| Bust like a nine milla got hoes in Chowchilla |
| Cutt throatettes, cause my hoes are realer |
| My hoes are stealer’s, boosters, and pick pockets |
| Get profits and praise the pimp prophet |
| Trick stop it before I take it there |
| Quit while your ahead you’ll never make it player |
| Man this games been bladed, its lame saturated |
| I don’t know how these cats made it |
| They must be all related |
| Your making things complicated |
| You need your mic hand amputated |
| I can’t be faded this games been bladed, it’s lame saturated |
| I don’t know how these cats done made |
| They must be all related they making things complicated |
| You need your mic hand amputated |
| I can’t be faded you Macs done ran out of words |
| I spit predicates, pronouns, and adverbs |
| Everybody talking about copping birds |
| You ever cop four pounds of white widow from a nerd |
| Your game is to the curb might got to conserve |
| No flavor you lack herbs |
| Your not seasoned like honky food |
| Your not funky dude, your beats ain’t bumping dude |
| Its fools like you the give the game a bad name |
| You beach cruiser loser, stay in the bike lane |
| Or get ran over, found bent over |
| You can’t be a rapper, you be to damn sober |
| Your yogurt passed the expiration date |
| Got no work no cash and you perpetrate |
| Come on cut it out, I stay high and blunted out |
| Unraveled and gutted out |