thinkin' I can't imagine why it didn't even sink in They say you never know what you got till it's gone (Never know what you got till it's gone) I wanna
were thinkin' I can't imagine why it didn't even sink in They say you never know what you got till it's gone (Never know what you got till it's gone)
game nutricious Break bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag And come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad (Rapper gone
lucky niggas with (?) Niggas better break me off a lil somethin' Playas better have they money pumpin' Before we do some grindin' and bumpin' [Chorus] [x2] [Mac
So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions Oh, you ain't knowin, what is you, new? Yo hutch must be feedin you fish head stew [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Mac
this dope beat Then jump in a five-point oldie leavin the block smokey With the OG Mac Dre, Killa Kali parlay, parlay Smokin a bounce of that bombay everyday [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac
[chorus] Ho upset Mac Dre come through (She told a nigga to come through) Let me whoop this puss on you (You can't whoop that puss on me) Ain't no ho
, the seeds we sellin From a westbound felon Fuckin up your party not carin From a westbound felon Fuckin up your party not carin From a westbound felon [Verse 3: Mac
Got that purple leaf dank that really real I'm global, boy, I be travellin Gettin further in the air like a javelin Chirpitch, kirkitch, finna bounce to San Coy Mac
hashis with dank that'll make you choke Young Mac Dre, causin major damage Back in the days I tossed hoes in the back of my ham sandwich Grown, gone,
system Them niggaz PSD and them be comin with em It ain't no puzzle how I feel about my scrillas Gotta feed my chil'ens [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]
(feat. Harm) Real niggas (Let's make this official, baby) Real before rappin Respect before success [Harm] I've been down For oh so long Starin at
Un-fuckin-believable Mac stabbas Smile in your face Stab you in the back Mac stabbas It's time to pull the sheets off these niggas main You heard? I
Park it by the club and let the rat heads rub Im out to get the cheddar If she fight Nigga let her It dont matter I stay fatter [Mac Dre] It dont matter
stash on There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go platinum Said, I'd live it up ?til all the cash gone Ain't
n that mothafucker creepin got the navy seats cause i be riding downtown with the navy piece got that f rifle yea the navy heat shit gone of goose told
