Mac Dre: Doin what i do

[Intro] Yea, yes, yea, yes, mmhmm Mac Dreezy, Mac Dreezy (who) I'm back baby Oh boy where ya been I'm back Boy where ya been Check it [Mac Dre] I'm out the roof of a old school Trynna campaign Smokin' champagne Doin' the damn thang Now this a damn shame How these smurf's hate But these Gilligan's been trippin' since my first tape Well here's another knock Dope as a hover rock For you to bump while you sidin' through the parkin' lot After the club Pull it on a dove Hollerin' at hutches that's trynna get dug Out, drout on niggaz like me M to the D from the R-O-M-P bo billy Usin' gangsta scare tactics Tennis shoe pimpin' in my Nike Air Max's Back on the street after 5 in the slammer I'm lookin' saucy somebody get a camera Oh, you mad I ain't mad at you I thought you knew I'm just doin' what I do [Chorus x2] I'm doin' what I do (This is what I do) Bitch don't get mad if I'm not fuckin' wit you (I ain't fuckin' wit you) Or fuckin' wit you (Damn sure I ain't fuckin' wit you) [Mac Dre] She heard the 15's knock when I hit the block Then I hopped out butter and she had to jock I'm a ho magnet Heat I'm gon' pack it Doe I'm gon' stack it Lick I'm gon' jack it On the scene Always smokin' green In the pen I had CO's bringin' me the damn thing It's yo niggidy (It's yo niggidy) Mac Drigidy (Mac Drigidy) Back in the V look at me I'm livin' free No parole I can choke a ho Get mail, post bail, and they gon' let me go I'm here to let you know This as real as it gets I'm makin' hunks and chunks Don't fuck wit kibbles and bits Big face, hundred dollar bills Got me, straight face Gunnin' for the skrill I'm runnin' wit the P.O Goin' for 2 Wit the double R crew Doin' what I do [Chorus x2] [Mac Dre] Mac D-R-Ebonics Dope as chronic Put it to a beat and make it stank like vomit Boy I'm a foo-el (foo-el) Human jew-el (jew-el) At the studie turnin' blunt into do-bells Wit D-Con cuz he keep the bomb And the Crest Side be the turf where we from (Crest Sida) I'm a hustla Straight chip getta And she gotta pay for Dre to get wit her No doe ho Leave me alone I'm in the drop wit the Cali sun heat in my dome Feelin' like a movie star when I slide They know who the hell we are when we ride It's Country Club Crest Side crew Actin' some fools Potna doin' what the fuck we do Gorilla gurpin' Stay out the way boy And bow down when you see Mac Dre boy [Chorus x2]