Lyrics Stuart Littles - Mac Dre

Stuart Littles

Mind trip
Professionals
Professionals on the roll
Start acting like amateurs
Amateurs
They think they know what we doing ya feel me
So what we’re gonna do is keep this thing professional
Yadiadamean
P-R-mothafuckin O Niggaz
This ain’t no fairty tale of hansel and gretel
But more important cuddy
Fool it’s the ghetto
Heavy metal pushin on the chevy petal
War in the street is the only way the beef is settled
Young monster, no guilty conscience
Hold a nigga hostage, empty out a cartridge
Scaredy niggas, do the fuckin ostrich
Hide ya head so a nigga can’t pop it (blap)
You better watch it, see and be cautious
Act like an alien, we’ll treat you like a martian
Ponderosa, 69 from santa rosa, no sir, we don’t drink mimosa
Dre ain’t know home boy, I’m benefited
Hop in the old school, lay low and dip a few
Baggage on both sides, T-Shirts and tennis shoes
Givin a nigga the blues, fight a fool win or lose
Never see me talkin to 5-o or givin clues
Read about me runnin from 5-o on the news
We tryina go cause 5-o is into fools
They beena fool
Boy you know what I’m finna do
See men on the DL is what I’m finna do
Hit the sto' fo' mo' OJ, Gin and Juice
It’s 10 and 2 I’m on a mission like always
Tryina have my mail longer than hallways
Breakin every single one of my bitches they all pay
It’s literally all day that these bitches would dre
Hello Dre?
Whaaat Bitch?
Ya’ll niggaz tote heaters
My niggaz tote ovens
40 cal we pull about a dozen
I’ll keep your cousin
Make em eat blood
I’m just a thug
From the country club
Nigga what?
sex, money and murder
We ballaz touch more cheese than hamburgers (HAMBURGERS?)
I pack a squirter, extended clip
These blade ass niggas, they seem to trip
Stuart littles, with no viddles
Fuck with me, get sent to hospitals
I don’t be playin
I get to sprayin
So before you pull a lick
Put some mac dre in