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[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 [x2] [Luni] They call me Coleone thug real Mc Coy 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 [x2] [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 [x2]
