| Cold rhymer, big timer
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| You can search but I doubt you’ll find a—
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| Nother MC, like me
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| The A-the N-the D-the R-E
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| Straight Mac, man, never would I love a hoe
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| A little hard but a fly young brotha though
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| Taking you home, baking your dome
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| It’s like that because I gets my cock on
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| Spittin' the game, livin' up to my name
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| Some real dope shit but it’s not cocaine
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| Not the type of guy, the type of nigga
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| That smokes weed but would never smoke a ciga—
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| Rette, and I’ll bet, I’ll put a sucker in check
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| Pop him up then jet, ‘cause that’s what he get
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| Tryna fuck, with young Mac ass Dre
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| Straight hoggin' on mine, so stay out my way
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| ‘Cause I set my goal and I’m making my move
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| I want every damn body in a Mac Dre groove
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| I’m cold as hell, nothin' nice
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| Mac Dre, baby, livin' a Mac’s life
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| And I’m livin' a Mac’s life
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| «And my number one rule is run up through it»
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| Nothin' muthafuckin' N-I-C-E
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| Dope rhyme maker, bitch breaker
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| I could toss a freak, take her money then shake her
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| Young playa, fly to the park
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| Not the big pimp, I play the player’s part
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| You know, maxin' and relaxin', catchin' action
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| Make a dope rhyme, put it on wax and
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| Let it hit the street, so you could peep
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| A dope ass rhyme to a dope ass beat
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| Mac Dre, baby, the most rappable
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| Fly MC from the big Mac capital
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| Gettin' the grit, spittin' the shit
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| Making a hit, man, I just can’t quit
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| Romper Room joker, weed smoker
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| Don’t smoke joints, boy, I smoke choker
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| Rap ace, Mac in the place
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| Biters try to bite and can’t hang with the taste
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| Of these, fresh beats wit' a Mac Dre touch
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| Now tell me am I dope (Pretty much)
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| And I’m livin' a Mac’s life
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| «And my number one rule is run up through it»
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| Yeah, I’m livin' a Mac’s life
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| Getting zested, never fully rested
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| Yeah, getting at all the females with no details allowed
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| We gets our cock on, you know
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| Down and dirty about ours in the CCC…
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| Yeah, I’m livin' a muthafuckin' Mac’s life
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| Wanna rock a microphone so fresh
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| From the Crest, baby, oh yes
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| It’s the capital D-R-E, baby
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| From the nikky-nikky-Northside of the V
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| Down and dirty and nothin' nice
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| Catchin' more cot than a cat catch mice
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| Not a pimp, but it’s in my blood
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| I’m a muthafuckin' Mac from the Country Club
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| That’s where I kick, get zested and shit
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| In the CCC is where I stack a grip
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| ‘Cause money come, and money go
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| But a nigga like me make money grow
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| Cash and cot is on my mind
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| And if I’m not thrustin' I’m on my grind
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| ‘Cause I’m a Mac and that’s how I do it
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| My number one rule is run up through it
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| If there’s mackin' to be done then I get to it
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| ‘Cause I’m livin' a Mac’s life, I thought you knew it
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| I’m livin' a Mac’s life
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| I’m livin' a Mac’s life
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| «And my number one rule is run through it»
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| Livin'…livin'…livin'…livin'…livin' a Mac’s life
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| Livin'…livin'…livin'…livin'…livin' a Mac’s life
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| My name is Mac Dre and I’m livin' a Mac’s life
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| Yeah, Mac Dre, livin' a Mac’s life
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| Pullin' hoes, wearing the freshest clothes
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| Slammin' them mob shot doors
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| «And my number one rule is run up through it»
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| And I’m livin' a Mac’s life
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| «And my number one rule is run up through it» |