Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Uninvited , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album Everybody Ain't Able, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.06.2007
Record label: 40 Ounce
Song language: English
Uninvited |
| Thirty-one double-O-seven was the code I got hit wit' |
| I guess it’s time to go and do that Looie shit |
| Stopped at the spot and then hit the sto' |
| Because the gin and ice got me perkin' in the studio |
| When I hit the spot tops drop Glocks cocked |
| I hope it ain’t no funk cause the Looies on the block |
| Hope you’re givin' up love, or givin' up dap |
| The homie from the Looies is quick to pull your cap |
| Thirty-one double-O-seven was the code I got hit wit' |
| I guess it’s time to go and do some more Looie shit |
| Gotta hit the store and get me a Vega |
| Cause you know when a Looie smoke, a Looie smoke major |
| We push in doors, snatch C-U drawers |
| Took over stores and mack punk trick whores |
| My Looies done paged and I’m smashin' |
| Blowin' big bomb in a fashion |
| We be doin' this shit with a passion |
| And your bitch blew me off for straight mackin' |
| Now what you gone do when I hit that C-U |
| Give up the money or get Big Bar after you |
| Ric' ain’t for play, the Glock is gone spit |
| And chop a nigga like a trick |
| Crestside nigga on the real-a, all about my scrilla |
| Dope rhymesayer out the town an- (and I’m a peel ya?) |
| So don’t test the thirty-one double-O-seven vet |
| Wreck the playa haters off they set |
| Back 'em up cause ain’t nathan but that C-side |
| And we ride so deep, playa hatas run and hide |
| It’s high performance when we slide |
| You might catch me in that fifty drive |
| Crestside nigga in this game it won’t stop |
| Back 'em up, cause niggas know we hiccup |
| Them fifty-caliber Eagles, dumpin' out that Regal |
| It’s Rico, you know, nathan nice from the North Pole |
| Backin' niggas down for real, that’s how I get that scrill |
| Damn, I left my mask at home |
| Should I straight face this fool or just leave 'em alone? |
| Nah, it ain’t like that |
| It’s the Looie Crew nigga and I’m out to get fat |
| Fat is what I’m talkin' bout, a hundred Gs or betta' |
| Witnesses, they’ll all get wet up |
| Uh! |
| Nobody left to tell |
| All you snitch ass niggas get sent straight to Hell |
| Uh! |
| Looie, Looie, Looie, Looie |
| Looie, Looie, Looie, Looie |
| I used to sell yayo on the streets of the three Cs |
| But now I slang game on cassettes and CDs |
| I rips and flips cats with stacks of raw raps |
| Attack them saps that steady flaps and jaw-jack |
| I’m all that, and I got Mac Mall’s back |
| Fumbled in ninety-two but now I got the ball back |
| And runnin' suckas over with that R-A-P |
| Cause I’m the M-V-P, and a G, from the V |
| They can’t see me cause I’m in too deep |
| Sellin' em half a million like my boy Jay Tee |
| And really representin' that Northern Cali, hoe |
| I’m from the Crest, north side of Vally-joe |
| Up from the O, down to San Jo' |
| Up to Sacto, up to Frisco |
| Everybody knows Mac Dre’s a factor |
| Takin' this rap thang to the next chapter |
| I rap to funky beats that rock ya |
| Made by Khayree, brotha of the Rocker |
| I sock ya with these blows of game |
| That’s potent like a joint of that doja mayne |
| Doja mayne, doja mayne |
| It’s the Looie Crew nigga, never fuck with caine |
| Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew |
| What you gonna do when come for you? |
| Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew |
| What you gonna do when come for you? |
| I ride by with my fists high in the sky |
| And bust U-ies, and only smoke with the Looies |
| I ride by with my fists high in the sky |
| And bust U-ies, and only smoke with the Looies |