mac dre - ology lyrics
[verse 1: mac dre]
pimpology, the teachings of a pimp
get dosed and you’ll never be a weenie again
stack cheesyology, mac dreezyology
then there’s thizzyology for the one’s that swallow e
that’s t-h-i double z
i’m a pimp f-ck love boy, i’d rather see
a purse full of dough, before i pull a ho
get this game in her brain than i hit the sto’ or stroll
oh, when i hit the blade
i check a chick for some chips boy, i’m tryin’ get paid
pay flambé, cr-p tables and milly made
i’m a king of diamonds boy, you’re just a ten of spades
everything is top shelf, boy i spoil myself
dough from the ho stroll and flows that i sell
i smell some squares in the air
i’m finna tare, holla at cha
i’ll see ya player
[hook]
that turfinology
that gangsterology
that pimpinology
that’s my philosophy
that turfinology
that gangsterology
that pimpinology
that’s my philosophy
[verse 2: dubee]
turfinology be the teachings of a soldier
focus so ferocious trying to bubble up like folgers
i bring hustlinology, my thug philosophy
be to get all on ’em and smoke ’em
leaving n-gg-s with knocked knees
i do it like fiber optics
seeking a spot to lock it
c-ck the metal back and pop it
trying to fill ’em all, four pockets
i gets, all up in ’em
tougher than denim
skin ’em, win ’em
i be thuggin’ on this mic
new millennium dolemite
i’m on your back like a jacket
to [?] for nothing blacking
when choppers get to blapping
n-body don’t know what happened
i get it racking and dome cracking
my middle be dome savage
and business, i’m gon’ handle it
figures i’m gon’ sn-tch it
the ratchet and the machine, n-gg-
f-ck up the team, n-gg-
get tossed and f-cked off, f-cking with these n-gg-s
when ya speak up on me, the way we breathe on it
you n-gg-s can get it the way you want it
[hook]
that turfinology
that gangsterology
that pimpinology
that’s my philosophy
that turfinology
that gangsterology
that pimpinology
that’s my philosophy
[verse 3: reek daddy]
gangsterology that’s the teachings of a k!ller
relation to the [?] so you k!ll them n-gg-s
murderology, punkinology
now i’m in some sh-t, a g i got to be
cutthoat from the v, it’s the 3c down
it’s the crest side crocodile, i bet you n-gg-s know now
click clack and blap blap, pull it then you die
see i’m a real crest n-gg- i’mma multiply
riding is an art and i mastered it
blasting with a cannon, slanging caskets, b-tch
jack of all trades, a hand with all aces
sick in the brain, cash register rapist
the getaway car got the dudes in the gas mask
blamping with the mac, k!lling n-gg-s like anthrax
so ask somebody what they know about reek
i’mma be a g ’til i’m six feet deep
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