Lyrics Livin' - Mac Dre

Livin'

Yeah, and I’m hooked with a cutthroat team, man
A bunch of gorilla type, razorback type niggas, yadidamean
Yeah, uh
I’m a mack, I crack at all the babb I see
Morris Dre, ain’t nobody bad like me
My game is All Madden, call me Aladdin
I’m the genie of the lamp, boy, I make it happen
Abra-ca-motherfuckin'-dabra
Cold cock stabber with no viagra
Long dong, take a piss off a bridge
And tell a bitch how cold the water is
I roll with Rydah, bitch, the Fig Mobba
And I’m Dre the Mac, not the motherfuckin' Doctor
A Grouch like Oscar, I’ll cuss your ass out
Knock your ass out in a toe to toe bout
I throw the ho out if her pockets stay linted
My Benz is paid for, don’t ride nothin' rented
I’m scented with Jean Paul Gaultier
Holla at Dre when you come through the Bay
That’s why we put a bitch on stroll, mayne, she gotta get it
Know she gotta get that dough, mayne, you gotta be with' it
Pimpin' all up in my soul, mayne, the only way we livin'
All up on a ho, mayne, on a ho, mayne
Put a bitch on stroll, mayne, she gotta get it
Know she gotta get that dough, mayne, you gotta be with' it
Pimpin' all up in my soul, mayne, the only way we livin'
All up on a ho, mayne, on a ho, mayne