| Now how much money can one black man make
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| When his game be great and seasoned like a tasty steak
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| No limit, I’m in it to hold loot
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| Collectin' scrill like that Golden Gate toll booth
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| Old schoolin' like La-Di-Da-Di
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| Stickin' long donk in every hole in a bitch body
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| She lick pipe, but never would I taste walls
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| Catchin' more hoes than Mike Piazza catch balls
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| Mac Dre, I keep hoes droolin'
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| Ragooey, still old schoolin'
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| '71 glass house with that white interior
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| Blowin' big bomb, drinkin', rhyme superior
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| 151 ways I get dumb
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| For every ten times she cum I bust one
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| I got stamina, I fuck ‘til the rooster crow
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| Put them legs up and let me goose ya, hoe
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| Hoes… love it
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| Hoes… love it
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| Hoes… love it
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| Hoes… love it
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| Bossalini, it’s the muthafuckin' thug in me
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| I got a gangsta bitch pushin' all my drugs for me
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| Fuck ‘em then get in my Benz, rob their old boyfriend
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| Nigga gotta stay strapped with Desert Eagles, .44s, Mac-10s (Blaow!)
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| Show her how to pull the trigger
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| Talkin' to this thick ass bitch like she my potna, my only nigga
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| Another way to get the lucci
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| Is to hide these ki’s up in your muthafuckin' coochie
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| Extra Large in the heezay, with Mac Dreezay
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| Put the mac playa shit down up in the Teezay
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| Bitch come and go on this lick with me
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| Born Killers like Mickey and Mallory
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| You in love with a fugitive
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| Bounty hunters on my dick, no clues to give
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| Got a muthafucka dodgin' the pigs but I’mma stay at your crib
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| So we can fuck on the table and barbecue us some ribs
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| Hoes… love it
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| Hoes… love it
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| Hoes… love it
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| Hoes… love it
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| You never met a nigga like me
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| The M to the D from the CCC, I’m a G
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| Colder than 40s fresh out the freezer
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| Doper than a muthafuckin' quarter-piece'a
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| I got game that make hoes go get it
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| Funkier than two fat hoes that just shitted
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| On the same toilet, don’t spoil it, it’s all gracious
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| Keep hoes tied up like shoelaces
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| Mac Dre, boy, that playboy that hoes love
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| If your hutch act dumb, I’m gon' shove
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| You can run up if you really wanna see Dre
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| But I don’t give a F-U-C-K
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| I take wives, lives, whenever it get funky
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| Ask your baby mama, nigga, I got donkey
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| Gon' be in the Caddy when I’m in that babby
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| She askin', «Mac Dre, would you be my daddy?»
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| Hoes… love it
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| Hoes… love it
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| Hoes… love it
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| Hoes… love it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hoez Love It , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп