Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monday Through Sunday, artist - Mac Dre. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Monday Through Sunday |
| Macramento |
| Richmond, Vallejo, Oakland |
| Pittsburgh, Sebastopol, Berkeley, Santa Rosa, Gilroy |
| Modesto, Stockton, Pinole |
| Oakland, did I say Oakland? |
| Yeah, did I say Vallejo? |
| I eat a nigga like jello |
| Play a bitch like cello |
| I’m the kind of fellow that will «yee» instead of «hello» |
| I do it acapello, or in the mix |
| I’m the almighty mack, Andre Hicks |
| I’m versatile you can catch me at the |
| Doing everything from fly fishing to badminton |
| When I’m ass hitting, I’m in it like a thong |
| Old school like pong, sav like Donkey Kong |
| Eat a thing long, a crustacean |
| Grew up with Sisters, heinas, Asians and Caucasians |
| I stay blazing, nothing but the best |
| Oh, where I’m from? |
| Bitch, the Crest |
| The wild wild west, California |
| Floss too hard a nigga might pull up on ya |
| I like Beanie, I like Kiss, I like Jigga |
| But them niggas act different, I’m a West Coast nigga |
| Monday I’m politicking through the ghetto |
| Tuesday backseat with mommies and amaretto |
| Wednesday it’s pimping hookers in stilettos |
| Thursday I’ll probably swoop looking for that hello |
| Friday I’m at a throwback with my fellows |
| Saturday off in the club, spending dinero |
| Sunday I’m out in traffic to the pedal |
| Seven days a week out on these streets, I just can’t let go |
| Fresh dressed like a skrillion bucks |
| Threw on my suede chucks, I don’t give a fuck |
| Mouth full of jewels, I’m a fool |
| Come through mashing and dipping an old school |
| Ho’s choose, 'cause partner I’m a pimp |
| I eat prawns I don’t eat skrimp |
| California exempt on my tail |
| I go to jail, I post bail |
| Live the life of a Northern California rap star |
| Many concert house parties in the backyard |
| Punch it in your north star, Vallejo nigga |
| I don’t smoke it if it don’t got the smell nigga |
| Pick a bitch up, fuck, take her money, cut |
| I’m a California thug, nigga what? |
| Like Messy Marv, Cougnut, the Bigga Figga |
| RBL and 4-Tay, I’m a Bay nigga |
| Monday I’m politicking through the ghetto |
| Tuesday backseat with mommies and amaretto |
| Wednesday it’s pimping hookers in stilettos |
| Thursday I’ll probably swoop looking for that hello |
| Friday I’m at a throwback with my fellows |
| Saturday off in the club, spending dinero |
| Sunday I’m out in traffic to the pedal |
| Seven days a week out in these streets, I just can’t let go |
| Zapco board, Zeus amps |
| Phantom tops and dome lamps |
| Six wheels car sitting A1 |
| Your guy, from the Bay son |
| Everything we ride is high po |
| Shut the freeway down, have a sideshow |
| All night though, I might go |
| Post up with a breezy and some light though |
| That’s my life bro, I thought you heard |
| Like erry other nigga on my curb |
| The rapper gone bad, Mac Dre boy |
| And this is what we do in the Bay boy |
| Monday I’m politicking through the ghetto |
| Tuesday backseat with mommies and amaretto |
| Wednesday it’s pimping hookers in stilettos |
| Thursday I’ll probably swoop looking for that hello |
| Friday I’m at a throwback with my fellows |
| Saturday off in the club, spending dinero |
| Sunday I’m out in traffic to the pedal |
| Seven days a week out in these streets, I just can’t let go |