* based on Eric B. & Rakim`s I Ain`t No Joke
[ VERSE 1: Mac Mall ]
I keep hoes broke, you`ll never see me crack a joke
I go gorilla on a bitch, I bet she have my dough
When I`m on ring the alarm, we breakin em tricks
You can`t hate it or debate it, square, straight pimp shit
I like to stand in a club, the spot where the strippers dance
Gettin money and the Mall can`t understand
I`m just a mack with a pimpin influence
100 carat mouthpiece, I gotta use it
Now she can be your sister or your baby mom
I take a bitch in and bring her out live hoe form
I lace a hooker with ingredients, every hoe you see me with
Slave for conversation, Mac Mall could never be a simp
Hookers is wild and they need to be tamed
I treat em like a child, give em new hoe names
She`s on the winning team gettin that currency
But she get bust in the dome she hold out on me
She`s schemin, breakin all the pimp/hoe laws
You must be dreamin thinkin that the money was yours
Now as I stand over ya, look in your face, you seem slow
Remember me, the one you got the good game from?
And shit gon` get rougher, it`s sho nuff tougher
The bitch start to stutter, I slap her with another
Mackin, that`s all I know, that`s how I roll
I go loco for c-notes, nigga, I keep hoes broke
[ VERSE 2: Mac Mall ]
I got a question: can the vice or the punk police
Stop a Mac from gettin all my cheese?
Ridin in a Cadillac, and no, I ain`t smilin
I`m tryin to touch enough to buy me an island
A chickenhead need a real mack in her life
She know them L7 niggas just ain`t her type
That`s when I get that bitch, give her wigs and lipstick
Get the style down pat, now it`s time for a trip
Said her man was a bore, pussy-whipped to the core
And now he jealous because he couldn`t make you his whore
A M-a-c, baby, don`t even try to be
When you come up and speak, don`t even lie to me
You like to try to infiltrate, talk shit and pimpetrate
Then turn it all around and try to player-hate
Me, but if you try to step to a gee
I hit you with the AR-15
I`m callin you a new jack, a pooh put, a dirty mack
Comin at me wrong, you get your cap moved back
Sucker, I keep it movin, gettin loot and
Suckers make me mad, nigga, fuck you and
Your off-brand lame game, all y`all small change
And I`m that nigga, Mac from the Greater Bay
Sucker, you need to let that go fo sho
You can get a smack for this, nigga, I keep hoes broke
[ VERSE 3: Mac Mall ]
I give a loose hoe laws like a judge
Put her on a corner and she bet` not budge
No need for hesitation, save the drag for a trick
And bring me back g stacks, little lame-ass bitch
Suckers way wild, this ain`t a freestyle, there`s a fee to see
So kick end and come off the currency
Big bread, large loot by the lump sums
C-notes, homie, ain`t nothin like pimpin
Before you know it I was sellin hoes dreams and
Boss-mackin felines, all about my cream and
Whores, I got em poppin pussy for the cheddar
Got me mackin through busted bad weather
Never faded by the lame folks or the haters
About a bitch, I rather send her than save her
Cutthroat, bossin up for the dough
And when I`m gone, the whole world of tricks`ll be broke
So ask Rally Ral we on the pimpish tip
Play with mine and girl, you gon` get clipped
I even pimp-walk straight through hell
Just to bust your dome, if you don`t have my mail
Bitch, I`m on some Crestside mob shit
And when it all go down, fo sho we bomb shit
Game is cold and my mackin is strong
So you squares know why I keep my paper long
And hoes broke
