| You crash-helmet wearin' heffer
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| You turf-dirt tramp
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| You crash-helmet wearin' heffer
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| You turf-dirt tramp
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| You Sack-chasin ass cunt
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| Bathwaterless bitch
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| Whats up with it ho, tell me whats it all about?
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| Seems you always talkin' shit when this pimp dick not in yo mouth
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| And then you wonder why a nigga quick to dig yo helmet
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| And slap yo ass so hard when usually I’m smooth as velvet
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| See trick I’m from the bay and man we make them broads obey
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| And if you don’t then you gon sport up on sling and neck brace
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| Word to OJ and my nigga Ike Turner
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| If that ho don’t know her role them ima learn her (learn her?)
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| Sessed out I turned her, she get hella emotional
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| But don’t let the square be his feelins if that ass beat down
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| And even now I get the femenists sayin'
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| «a real man would never put his hands on a woman»
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| But a punk-bitch ain’t no lady
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| They shifty and shady
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| Crooked connivin' 51/50 crazy
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| But I’m quick to introduce her to the mac-prozac
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| Choke-holds and back hand slaps
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| Now bitch dig that!
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| [Chorus x2: Mac Mall
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| Mac-a-fram-a-lama punk ho toe-tagga
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| Savage mainy-manish plus a money hungry bastard
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| Big face stacker and a mouth piece master
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| Never chase that bitch id rather let you suckas catch her
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| Now to understand a mac-a-fram-a-lama
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| You must first know the lingo
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| Comprehend the grammar
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| Feel me when I flow, learn what I’m lacin'
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| Mac, I master the art of communication
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| 365 days a year
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| I’m in the bitch year
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| Sayin' what she wanna hear
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| Tryin' to get things clear
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| If they ain’t clear
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| And if she stay here
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| She’s runnin like a reindeer
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| No playin' here, it’s mackin' fo real
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| Packin' a steal, stackin' the scrill
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| So if you happen to feel kinda pimperistic
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| You got the furly ghost in ya
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| You feelin' my linguistics
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| Don’t get it twisted
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| Lets keep this on the up and up
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| Pimp the Blood up out her if she out there fuckin' up
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| It’s time to toughin up and do this cutt-thoatish
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| Them Mac-a-fram-a-lama niggas is the coldest!
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| Oops upside yo head
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| Keep poppin' off at the grill and imma beat you like a egg
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| See your brother’s a punk and your daddy’s a old man
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| They get in my business and ima send 'em back payin'
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| No ho I ain’t no gentleman
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| Im a cut-throat nigga from that that Crest side clan
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| Won’t tell you check yourself cause I got it
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| A tested method to get a bitch back in pocket
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| See one of my my breezys start to bumpin' them gums
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| A mac black out, and get to goin' on one
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| And I don’t give a fuck let the police come
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| Lets split this bitch wig because she much too dumb
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| Said I don’t give a fuck let the police come
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| Let this bitch wig because she much too dumb
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| We keepin' it mackin' on the real where I’m from
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| A nothing-ass slut talk shit she gets stomped, stomped |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mac a Framma Lamma , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album The Best of Mac Dammit and Friends, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп