| Dream, scheme, that’s what I tell bitches
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| These punk niggas get pressed like twelve inches
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| I smell stenches, I been in the trenches
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| But they’re still staring in my grill like dentures
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| I fuck with Brotha Lynch’s and Andre Nickatina’s
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| Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina’s
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| I be the cleanest when I step into the arena
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| Committing felonies, fuck some misdemeanors
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| Have you seen her? |
| She ran off renegadin'
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| She tried to juice me, but ain’t no lemonadin'
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| Or eliminating, I be the last man standing
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| Sharp like Shannon, Rich like Gannon
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| I’m four deep at Brandon’s, and they ain’t understanding
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| I do a J.R. Ewing, or Knots Landing
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| Mac Dre, I’m one nice dream
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| And I’ll make your brain melt like ice cream
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| I’m Livin' It, distribute it
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| The streets are inhibited
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| By cut throat niggas just like me that’s out there getting dividends
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| I always feel like somebody’s watching me
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| But ain’t no droppin' me or poppin' me or stoppin' me
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| Got animosity
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| For the way these notches be
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| Constantly, jockin' me
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| But fail to pay me properly
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| I’m stuck up in the clouds high velocity
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| Gone off that broccoli, and every ho that I could see
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| I’m steady poppin' P, Its like rockin' D
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| I put the whammy on it, nigga, now I’m clockin' G’s
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| More than Monopoly, boy this a knockin' beat
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| More game than Socrates, the champ boy when I compete
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| That constant be, poppin' E, when I drop a heat
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| It’s a knock when I drop, boy, and rock the beat
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| I’m Livin' It, distribute it
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| The streets are inhibited
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| By cut throat niggas just like me that’s out there getting dividends
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| The turntables might wobble but they won’t fall down
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| It’s on, back hooked with Mac Mall now
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| We stack tall now, dope as raw pile
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| Pow, listen to that faggot scream OW
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| We gon' leave him leaking in the middle of the aisle
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| Now they’re wondering how to explain it to his child
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| Drunk with a smile, while staggering
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| Poppin' at a beezy, so I can have her in
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| The strip club, it’s uh… nathin'
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| Black, Caucasian, and even Asian
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| I’m leaving taste in her mouth, blowing ace in her house
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| To the face in her house, is you safe in her house?
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| I’m Livin' It, distribute it
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| The streets are inhibited
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| By cut throat niggas just like me that’s out there getting dividends |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Livin It, artist - Mac Dre. Album song It's Not What You Say…It's How You Say It, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп