Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothin' Correctable , by - Mac Dre. Release date: 17.11.2014
Song language: English
Nothin' Correctable |
| It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push |
| On that night in 1−9-7−0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss |
| I’ve been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels |
| Not never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills |
| And when I’m on the mic, styles I got so many |
| Drink privilege hennessy when I ain’t fuckin’with brehmi |
| M-A-C-D-R-E, that’s me Like 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee |
| To all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama |
| Rodreego blowin’only homie, don’t fuck with bama |
| I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas |
| Watch your hutch and don’t trust your baby momma |
| Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts |
| Don’t give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch |
| But they respect it if not they get rejected |
| I’m M-D the MC that’s not to be corrected |
| ???, uno, dos, cuatro |
| I’m sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato |
| Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal |
| Warm, hot, and respectable but I’m nothing correctable |
| I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers |
| Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders |
| Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies |
| And when he hand it to me I’m funky like him to me Baby do me is all them hutches holler |
| I was breakin’bitches when phantom tops was on granada |
| More game than keno, down to trips to reno |
| Sippin’cappachino with Natalia Shapino |
| C-note stacka’pack a P-89 |
| Love group sex take 'em three at a time |
| And boy I be out of line when I’m full that tangerey |
| Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray |
| Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare |
| You know a bout my maccing but boy I’m more than a player |
| Resurrected double R elected |
| Haters get ejected I’m nothing to be corrected |
| Pistol packin’player, gangsta mac for real |
| About my scrill got to pay my bills |
| Boy I’m in it to win it if you weak and timid |
| Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy |
| Busting out like tities in a bra that’s too small |
| Grew up off too short stackin’scrill too tall |
| Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay |
| I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay (busy) |
| Been rappin’before they called mac mall Brehmis |
| Rompin’peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis |
| I’m in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny |
| Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny |
| Raping pockets I get mine however it come |
| Boy I get dumb about my income |
| Mac furly up early sippin’X-O |
| Nothing correctable; |
| nigga you know |