Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Macula's Theory, artist - Prince Paul. Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Song language: English
Macula's Theory |
| Aight, tell me this: |
| If you got 36 prostitutes, and 30 cents in your pocket |
| What you got? |
| Proof that hoes come a dime a dozen, baby |
| Uh huh, yeah |
| I mastered the craft on the way to keep em strung |
| The niggas wanna keep my name from off they girls' tongue |
| So many brag and boast and like to play high quotes |
| Always promising Thomases and can’t cook toast |
| Thinking that the macking game is just a fashion show |
| Not realizing that the rulers get the cash and go |
| Pull up a chair young and notice that the lesson that I’m telling, B |
| How to Be a Player better than Bill Bellamy |
| My tongue commits the felony, here’s how I gotcha |
| To do the things your momma told you not ta, I shot ya |
| Collect as much product as my mouth’ll get |
| And plus, I keep my game in order like the alphabet |
| Mr. Spectacular, better known as Macula |
| At this pimpin', a Legend just like an Acura |
| I lay down the law at the door moment that I get wit her |
| The female predator, et cetera, et cetera |
| Better to come on in, the hustle’s good, so why knock it? |
| Then watch the way I lock it, straight ballin, corner pocket |
| Anything goes when it comes to hoes, cuz pimpin ain’t easy |
| («What you see is what you get») |
| Anything goes when it comes to hoes, cuz pimpin ain’t easy |
| (Macula, he done struck again) |
| Ya stepped into the playin field, I don’t know what you’re thinking |
| Cuz game can smell game, and right now, your ass is stinking |
| Making my presence known, see, I only do it vague |
| Nowadays, playa-hating's going around just like the plague |
| But re-gardless, I’m on some play-hard shit |
| My body’s used to all them, I was on the graveyard shift |
| Survival of the fittest, now all you niggas try to get this |
| While y’all making love, I’m making love into a bid-ness |
| Now, what’s the matter, no confidence within your data? |
| I seen you tripping since I first started lookin at her |
| And if she peep, you know that she’ll creep |
| And if you sleep, then that’ll be just one you won’t keep, uh |
| Now, boy, you know you need your ass whipped |
| For holding on her hand as if ya goin on some 1st grade class trip |
| You feel unable, to keep her in your stable |
| As she listens to the bubbly that’s poppin at the next table |
| Life’s finer things, victory is mine again |
| Ya tryin to win, but gotta come way better than those Heineken’s |
| She feel amazed by the game that I be usin', and now she choosin |
| And you done came up as the one that’s losin |
| The smooth crimin-al as I muscle in |
| Grand theft hustlin, Mackula, he done struck again («Oh Lord!») |