Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cuz I'm The Mack , by - The Jacka. Song from the album The Jacka, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2001
Record label: The Artist
Song language: English
Cuz I'm The Mack |
| You know these whodies be askin' |
| Uni Mack 10 |
| Can I be your bitch (can I be your bitch) |
| Naw, you can be my ho |
| I put you on a track |
| And bring me back all my cheese |
| Get on your knees |
| So I can smoke green leaves |
| Paper chase for me |
| They found dope in my show |
| Catch a case for me |
| Act faithful to your pimp |
| Like a P-I-T |
| Wool out |
| Don’t let go to what you got |
| And don’t come back short |
| Cuz you might get mopped |
| I’m a pimp |
| And hoes ain’t shit without 'em |
| I use to fuck 'em |
| And forget about 'em |
| Now they bring me back major skrill |
| So I can stack 'til I peel |
| I can change for the good |
| Half an hour, I’m there |
| She’s mine |
| Plus she’s blind to the fact that I’m The Jacka |
| Mista Cali Co packa |
| I have ta |
| Floss to be the boss |
| You just a black girl lost |
| But she ain’t in my game plan |
| In some chalk |
| It’s The Jacka |
| Mista Cali Co packa |
| I got the |
| The major slice in a Acura |
| Imagine bein' brought |
| No clothes, no show |
| Gonna get high |
| But can’t fade on the road |
| Fuck that! |
| I’d rather be the young sav on the track |
| Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes |
| Cuz I’m the mack (I'm the mack) |
| My momma raised me like a mack |
| So I stuck wit it |
| Tight you wanna remain wit yo Mrs. |
| Then keep them bitches out my side |
| Ain’t havin' no joke on these hoes |
| Nigga from the start |
| I learned to break a hoes pockets |
| To break that young girl’s heart |
| Evil whispers in my head |
| Tellin' me don’t stop 'til I’m ballin' |
| You come back short wit yo cash |
| It’ll be that ass that she crawlin' |
| Pimp on |
| But don’t limit |
| Yourself to pimpin' |
| Scandalous women |
| Youngsta they suck their ways |
| In this game that’ll get you paid |
| So I let the whispers guide me |
| Put the past behind me |
| Cuz the cash is blindin' me |
| Fuck bein' broke |
| I got my town by the throat |
| Coughing up major doe |
| But it wasn’t enough |
| Beacuse the bomb I smoke |
| And the fluff I snow |
| Turned me into a killa |
| For the skrilla |
| Won’t stop eatin' |
| I got ten million, dollars |
| Nine million acres |
| Plus a casino in Vegas |
| I’m 'bout the faces on the table |
| That’s keepin' me in this shit |
| And it’s real |
| Maybe if they kill another president |
| They’ll make a three dollar bill |
| Must be the skrill |
| I had a problem wit meetin' hoes |
| Who try to get over on me |
| Thinkin' just because I |
| Then we gonna kick 'em down |
| Oh not me, not one-O |
| I break a bitch down |
| Wit a blow to the nose |
| Cuz I’m a savage |
| One night we wasn’t careful |
| Parkin' lot pimpin' |
| And a fine ho was yellin' like a wyno |
| Was comin' at me like I’m a sucka |
| She must of thought that I was a busta |
| Comin' out the club |
| So I slugged her in her mugg |
| «What's up blood» |
| A nigga yelled hella loud |
| From out the crowd (west up) |
| Like he was fed up puttin' work for the skirt |
| I’m raisin' up my shirt |
| He told me hollow tips hurt |
| So back up jerk |
| Cuz you don’t want me |
| Uni M-A-C |
| Man you don’t want me |
| Cuz I’m the mack |
| You know |
| I’m the muthafuckin' mack |
| How many real macks you know nigga |
| Ask yourself that question |
| And I bet you only know one |
| Check it out |
| My nigga Rob Low on this tight ass beat |
| I don’t give a fuck what nobody say |
| Can’t nobody fuck wit it |
| I only know one real mack |
| I gotta say wussup to my nigga O Federali |
| My nigga S.L.O. |
| My nigga Young Uz |
| My niggas from the L.O.B |
| My nigga Bishop |
| What’s goin' down |