| Yea, yes, yea, yes, mmhmm
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| Mac Dreezy, Mac Dreezy
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| I’m back baby
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| Oh boy where ya been
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| I’m back
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| Boy where ya been
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| Check it
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| I’m out the roof of a old school
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| Trynna campaign
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| Smokin' champagne
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| Doin' the damn thang
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| Now this a damn shame
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| How these smurf’s hate
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| But these Gilligan’s been trippin' since my first tape
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| Well here’s another knock
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| Dope as a hubba rock
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| For you to bump while you sidin' through the parkin' lot
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| After the club
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| Pull it on a dove
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| Hollerin' at hutches that’s trynna get dug
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| Out, drout on niggas like me
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| M to the D from the R-O-M-P bo billy
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| Usin' gangsta scare tactics
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| Tennis shoe pimpin' in my Nike Air Max’s
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| Back on the street after 5 in the slammer
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| I’m lookin' saucy somebody get a camera
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| Oh, you mad
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| I ain’t mad at you
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| I thought you knew
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| I’m just doin' what I do
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| I’m doin' what I do
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| Bitch don’t get mad if I’m not fuckin' wit you
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| Or fuckin' wit you
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| She heard the 15's knock when I hit the block
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| Then I hopped out buttered and she had to jock
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| I’m a ho magnet
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| Heat I’m gon' pack it
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| Doe I’m gon' stack it
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| Lick I’m gon' jack it
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| On the scene
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| Always smokin' green
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| In the pen I had CO’s bringin' me the damn thing
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| It’s yo niggidy
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| Mac Drigidy
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| Back in the V look at me I’m livin' free
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| No parole
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| I can choke a ho
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| Get mail, post bail, and they gon' let me go
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| I’m here to let you know
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| This as real as it gets
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| I’m makin' hunks and chunks
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| Don’t fuck wit kibbles and bits
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| Big face, hundred dollar bills
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| Got me, straight face
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| Gunnin' for the skrill
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| I’m runnin' wit the pill
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| Goin' for 2
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| Wit the double R crew
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| Doin' what I do
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| Mac D-R-Ebonics
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| Dope as chronic
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| Put it to a beat and make it stank like vomit
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| Boy I’m a foo-el
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| Human jew-el
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| At the studie turnin' blunt into do-bells
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| Wit D-Con cuz he keep the bomb
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| And the Crest Side be the turf where we from
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| I’m a hustla
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| Straight chip getta
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| And she gotta pay for Dre to get wit her
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| No doe ho
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| Leave me alone
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| I’m in the drop wit the Cali sun heat in my dome
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| Feelin' like a movie star when I slide
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| They know who the hell we are when we ride
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| It’s Country Club Crest Side crew
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| Actin' some fools
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| Potna doin' what the fuck we do
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| Gorilla gurpin'
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| Stay out the way boy
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| And bow down when you see Mac Dre boy |