Mac Mall Mac-A-Frama-Lama текст песни, слова песни Mac-A-Frama-Lama Mac Mall & Mac Dre
Mac Mall - Mac-A-Frama-Lama
feat. Mac Dre
You turf-dirt tramp
Sack-chasin ass cunt
Bathwaterless biatch
What's up with it ho, tell me what's it all about?
Since you always talkin shit when this pimp dick not in yo mouth
And then you wonder why a nigga quick to dig yo helmet
And slap yo ass so hard when usually I'm smooth as velvet
See trick I'm from the bay and man we make them broads obey
And if you don't then you gon [?] swatter or sling [?] on mac dre
Word to OJ and my nigga ike turner
If that ho don't know her role, them I'm a learn her (learn her?)
Since out I turned her, she get hella emotional
But don't let the square be his feelins if that ass beat down
And even now I hear the feminists sayin "a real man would never put his hands on a woman"
But a punk-bitch ain't no lady
That's shifty and shady
Proven connivin 51/50 crazy
But I'm quick to introduce her to the mac-prozac, choke-holds and back hand slaps
Now bitch dig that!
[Chorus: x2]
Mac-a-fram-a-lama punk ho toe-tagga
Savage mani-manish plus a money hungry bastard
Big face stacker and a mouth piece master
Never chase that bitch, id rather let you suckas catch her
Now to, understand-a mac-a-fram-a-lama, you must first know the lingo
Comprehend the grammar
Feel me when I flow, learn when I'm lacin
Mack, I master the art of communication
365 days a year, I'm in the bitch ear, sayin what she wanna hear
Tryin to get things clear, if they ain't clear, and if she stay here, shes
Runnin like the reindeer
Ain't no playin here, this is mackin fo real, packin a steal, stackin tha scrill
So if you happen to feel, kinda pimperistic, you got the furly ghost In ya, you feelin
My linguistics
Don't get it twisted, let's keep it on the up and up
Beat the Blood up out her if she out there fuckin up
It's time to toughin up, keep this cutt-throatish
Mac-a-fram-a-lama niggaz? it's the coldest!
Oops upside yo head
Keep poppin off at the grill and I'm a beat you like an egg
See your brothers a punk and your daddys an old man
They get in my business and I'm a send 'em back payin
You know what I'm sayin, no ho I ain't no gentleman
I'm a cut-throat nigga from that Crest side clan
Won't tell you check yourself cause I got it
A tested method to get a bitch back in pocket
See when my breezys start to bumpin them gums
A mack black out, and get to goin on one
And I don't give a fuck, let the police come
Let split this bitch wig because shes much too dumb
Said I don't give a fuck let the police come
Let split this bitch wig because she much too dumb
We keepin it mackin on the real where I'm from
A nothing-ass slut talk shit, she gets stomped, stomped
[Chorus]
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