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