(Mac Dre)
It`s that California Livin`, Young Black Brotha
Boatin` that `73 Chevrolet burnin` rubberrrr
Like my nigga, Rich the Fact
Nigga it`s the Mac in the back of the ‘Lac
Soakin` tact, big indo many clouds of smoke
Make old school dance when I dip and yoke
It`s like M-A-C D-R-E
Way up in KC with the boy Arby
Yeah biatch, it`s presidential
On the under chronic comin` through in a rental
I`m undetected, I come protected
Two 4-4 pistols, a mask and vest biatch
Down and dirty, the cuddies call me Curty
From Mark and Leonard to Howard Hurty?
From Missouri don`t worry we keep it ragooey
MD and Luni, from Sac to the Boonies
(Chorus)
We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
Fool we ain`t trippin` we tryin` to keep it pimpin`
Pimpin` what does it mean?
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)
(Luni)
They call me Coleone thug real McCoy
I`m a rider bout mine cuz trust ya boy
Get shit crackin` like eggs in a pan on fry
This do or die lifestyle got my brain on high
I hit the city streets mean mug, chip on my shoulder
Young punks they mug back but ain`t no balls in these soldiers
I`m in the Mid-West, KC, N-O-K-C
Every show, every in-store the hoe framed me
Coleone (got game?) Hell yeah by the pound
Niggas hate (On my name)
Cuz they hoes crack smiles (What a shame)
Pimp nigga how ya do that there
Talk a bitch up out her check book and the weave in her hair
I bust rap cats in lips on a square ass nigga
Getting grub in an old school with a dent in the fender
Me and Mac Dre bitch stayin` on our toes
What, what, what, what they call me Coleone!
We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
Fool we ain`t trippin` we tryin` to keep it pimpin`
Pimpin` what does it mean?
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)
(Mac Dre)
We global, travel the bubble duckin trouble
Don`t make us get the bury body shovel
We vicious, dumpin` bodies in ditches
And runnin pimp game on these punk ass bitches
(Luni Coleone)
Yeah, I`m the mack of the year like placa bitch
My guys they drive by with the best of the clip
Coleone, young creeper flippin shit like chitlins
Ragglin, scragglin, and cappin` I`ma handle my business
(Mac Dre)
We dog niggas, straight hog niggas
Well connected and when we call niggas
It goes down, down, bodies bein` found
Gangsta mack shit that`s how we clown
(Luni Coleone)
And we down, like 4 flex on a fucked up hoopty
Big bread and get big head from a fine ass hoochie
They call me, nah fuck it can`t waste my time
Nuts hangin like cellulite on yo` grandma`s thighs
We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
Fool we ain`t trippin` we tryin` to keep it pimpin`
Pimpin` what does it mean?
Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)
