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Mac Dre

Chorus: Mac Dre] Ford, Chev, whatever ya got Don't mean shit, shit ain't hot Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got Push it man, don't be scared to squat [Dre

the party's over at the end of the night They say: Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite Cuz I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos A Mack named Dre

Dolllalala Lots Of Paper Dolllalala Lots Of Paper Preppy Pimp Crestside Riders Broke 150's And Top Siders Whoops Upside Her Head If She Comes Short Bread

(Mac Dre) I was with my nigga Sporty, we was comin' outta Yam Yams Seen a bad bitch in a six and was like God Damn Love me long time, yellow skin chopsticks

Rings, fat chains that hang to my pants I?m gameboy advance my game more advanced Baby get a back ready put some weed in it Get in a mac? chevy and see

Bitch, life's a bitch Life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die

[Woman] Something about what you've done to me baby I wanna make you mine You really bring out the best in me baby can I make you mine [Mac Dre] I went

Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay. Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay every day. Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa. [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Dre

On My Toes ? Mac Dre Kick back relax an let me bust one, bust one An don?t trip if I cuss one, cuss one Two times we?ll be spitting the shit It just