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mac mall - people ever ask you lyrics

featuring confident one

-(khayree)-

check one two.
(uh)
check check one two.
hot sh-t.
(oh yea)
(uh)
young black brotha hot sh-t.
(what?)

uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh.
confident one
(representin!)
(wha what?)
(spit this sh-t for me than man)
(this mac mall in here)
(you feel me playa?)
(check this out)
(i’m gon’ let these n-gg-s know what’s really goin’ on though)

chorus 2x -(confident one)-

do people ever ask you why you smoke so much weed?
why yo pants saggin’ while you sippin’ hennessy?
smashin a v-12 doin’ one-sixty
tryin to get this money so we in this b-tch deep.

verse 1 -(confident one)-

here’s the reason why tc-1 don’t give a f-ck
cuz n-gg-s won’t lend you a dime when you down on yo luck
plus they buck
when you up these hoolagan n-gg-s ‘ll leave you stuck
an if you as cold as starvin’
n-body put a nickle in your cup
reprehensible att-tudes is what we dealin’ wit
an in this millennieum we die
from one stroke of our d-ck
what a world

when you ain’t got nothin’ they say “he ain’t bout sh-t.”
an when you ball to often these n-gg-s they want you to quit
(stop, stop!)
we up against all odds as we sippin’ hennessy
avoidin’ shady n-gg-s
quick to blast at racist police
an to you money hungry b-tches
i won’t even waste my time
i give a f-ck how fine
i won’t spend a f-ckin’ dime
i’m tired of you n-gg-s an yo repitious talk
how you’s a killa that stalks
a pimp wit that walk
let me shake my ashes as this thc ignites
khayree turn the beat up an p-ss the weed to fix your sight
beware of them n-gg-s who won’t look you in yo eye
smilin’ all the time
but in they heart is dispise
check the blueprints
study the (sclumatics?)
learn the lesson
an as you roll four deep in your whip my n-gg-s here’s the question.

-(chorus)-

verse 2 -(mac mall)-

i wrote this fo’ them inquiring minds
who need to worry bout they own an stay the f-ck outta mine
punk n-gg-s always whinin’ an lyin’
all on my m-th- f-ckin nuts
juss like them chickens in the beauty salon, choppin me up
suckas get so emotional
when you ridin they hoe
or when you ballin an they out there broke
but i’d a seen n-gg-s wit loot hatin on me too
cuz i done
treated they boo juss like a prost-tute
let her slide on my d-ck
an she gave me ya whole script
how much mail you workin wit
an where ya hide them kicks
but i ain’t trippin off you trick, i’d rather spark me a spliff
the white widow wit the afghan-hashish mix
b-tches get so p-ssionate
when a n-gg- f-ck the p-ssy
steal the heart
an take the chips an then dip
an when you tell all your friends they like, “no he didn’t!”
an in yo face they might tell ya that mac mall ain’t sh-t
but that was one big mistake that was made by this chick
see she told ’em how i f-cked now her cousins my new b-tch
real mackin’ hear me
go on an crack the henny
go on an spark the philly
we goin’ straight to the land
now if i dropped ya on the track
hit the block in a lac
when i see you later
you besta have me a grand
call me more than a playa
fool i’m more like the coach
runnin plays on the bench
“go deep young hoe!”

-(chorus)-

verse 3 -(mac mall)-

i show the world no mercy
shall let no n-gg- serve me
shall let no b-tch disturb me
she juss ain’t worthy
born in the game, forced to get my hands dirty
an life is like a house party an i’m strapped
plus perkin’
always off the roper
you always see me loaded
i always stay paid punk an all you marks can quote it
i spit that true game
an you been fiendin fo’ it
like every line is heir-on coated
hip-hop an you own it!

-(chorus)-

-(mac mall)-

deep, deep, deep!
fa sho.
let ’em know about it.
let ’em know about it, mac mall in this b-tch n-gg-.
fa all my m-th- f-ckin folks
what’s up to my n-gg-s out in oakland.
what’s up to my m-th- f-ckas in frisco.
fa sho.
uh-huh.
my n-gg-s out there in south central.
watts! what’s up!
(keep it poppin man)
yeah m-th- f-cka.
always, always keep it poppin. (mac mall)

(get that money so we in this b-tch)

-(khayree)-

vallejo.
i ain’t forget you baby.
i ain’t forget you.
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
uh. (tryin’ to get this money)
we in here.
ferg!
what’s up baby!
i’m comin’ off a cold man.
hit these suckas wit some of this… super simple funk, one time ya know.
yeah sumpthin’ for that trunk.

- mac mall lyrics

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