| Born of a hustler, I’m a bad motherfucker
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| Keep a pocket full of c-notes, some kilos stuffed in his muffler
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| Pimp daddy mack lean, tilt the suede hat mean
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| Cadillac and pad clean, that nickel-plated mac gleam
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| Flare bellbottoms, shells, he shot 'em
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| The hell if he not, he a problem like a cell up in Harlem
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| Should’ve been in an asylum the way he funeral parlour ‘em
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| Bottom bitch with the healthy bottom
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| My bell’s no cotton
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| Come from a slum off a strip made of legends
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| See her face with fresh enough mirror paint on that fresh Benz
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| King of my city, I run for mayor election here on
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| He step in the scene you to the fifth wing, what happened?
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| The don is session brunette and blond sex and I’m on rest
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| And my weapon I hit ‘em with arm injections
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| Firearm your direction, no arm wrestling peasants
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| Palming that bread, he got off on the own connections
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| No question
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| Pimp daddy with the mack lean
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| Luxurious suites, 80-inch flat screens
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| We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends
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| New York City, certified rap king
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| Nina 12 gauge
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| Imagine if I seen ya, twelfth grade
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| Schoolboy’s how I handle you
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| Your mack book was a computer, mine’s was a manual
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| I dared a bitch buy a whole book of Emmanuel
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| I cook with the mechanicals, you shook? |
| That’s understandable
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| I took a gram or two and made a grand or two
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| Sold to your mother and your grandma too
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| Oh they a lover of my grandma too, but who better than Kool G Rap?
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| I’m in the booth with a Biggie sweater, this coogie rap
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| Uzi clap, you’ve been warned
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| Put the snug to it uniform, don’t make me clank the nose like a unicorn (get it?
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| You’ve been on for a couple, don’t diss the forefathers
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| Your mom don’t know who your pops, you probably got four fathers
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| I’m from a different era
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| Violate if you should ever, Fred the Godson
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| Pimp daddy with the mack lean
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| Luxurious suites, 80-inch flat screens
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| We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends
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| New York City, certified rap king
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| Mannequin nails, headline with Steve Harvey
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| History was Teflon, try to stick to degree bodies
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| No no no bloodline, pristine Gotti
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| Ill with the Rambo knife plus he busting the mean shotty
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| Weave spinning had emptying in his family
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| Intelligent hoodlum still familiar with tragedy
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| One problem away from losing his sanity
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| Telling whose situation get nasty, that’s word to vanity
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| Nightmares and dark fantasies, they toetagging me (try to kill me)
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| Playa had a death wish, she kept the best bitch
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| What’s snapping with fingers, he make her step quick
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| Respect me, homie, don’t play the phony
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| Them hot shells will turn you to macaroni
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| Shout out to Treach and Naughty, I do my dirt by my lonely
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| Ninja nigga shinobi
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| Creeping through the block then walk away like I’m Kobe
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| And play the mirror like Moany
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| Pimp daddy with the mack lean
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| Luxurious suites, 80-inch flat screens
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| We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends
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| New York City, certified rap king |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mack Lean , by - Kool G Rap. Song from the album Return of the Don, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп