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