Текст песни: Mac Dre - What Cha Like
verse 1:
Light yourself a dank joint, letcha mind go
Listen to these lyrics as I let this rhyme flow
I`m funky with this shit `cause my style is authentic
It keeps them suckas jockin` so my windows stay tinted
I meant it when I said "I will pimp til I die"
Makin` them bitches cry
And nigga, dont ask me why
I flow that pimp shit `cause I know that pimp shit
I smoke that hemp shit - not with that simp shit
Stupid doo-doo dumb is the only way I come
Let the track ride, gimme the mic and I`ll run
Smooth with the groove like a saxophone
My backs is on, and man, caps is blown
Straight off suckas` heads with the rhymes I shoot
Fuckin with the bitch as she`s kind of cute
I find a loop
I shake the spot
You`ll never hear a bitch say I ate the cock
I mack, kick back, and stack that cash
I throw these things fool, don`t make me tap that ass
The Mac named Dre is the man for real
Hoes wanna ride in me Sedan DeVille
Cause I`m a - young playa with that Crest Side game
Kickin the funky shit, makin the rest sound lame, and...
chorus:
Every time I rap, I bust what cha like
Cuz I`m the coldest MC to ever touch the mic (2x)
verse 2:
They trips when I flips cause I`m nothing respectable
But still when I spill, boy, I`m nothing correctable
I got raps that make them niggaz say "Goddamn -
He the fool with the mic in his hand"
I could teach a square everything he`s lackin`
Cause partna, I`m a playa with some uncut mackin`
I spit that shit that makes tricks go run and hide
Damn them clowns around town that wonder why
I never give a bitch who ain`t rich the time of day
They got to be fucked up if they think that I`ma pay
I`ma play
Until she`s all played out
Have her friends sayin` "Damn girl, you Mac Dre`d out!"
chorus
verse 3:
At the drop of a dime, I can rhyme a tight rap
And make them motherfuckers say "Damn, he like that"
Get them with the tongue that will run for many miles
Gettin` niggaz sprung cause I come with many styles
Hoes come in rows to get chose, they gettin` wit me
Sayin I`m the flyest on the side of the Mississippi
Banned in six states by the surgeon general
I`m known to be addictive, sellin dope subliminals
And I don`t stop servin` like them fools at Denny`s
Like Julius Erving, Michael Jordan, and Penny
I go coast to coast with a dose of this realness
Slappin` your brain with this game, can you feel this?
I flow like river water
Ain`t no nigga harder
Others that was rockin is forgotten like Jimmy Carter
But I`m gon` be around
Just like hand-me-downs
An old-ass playa still pullin` them panties down
chorus
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verse 1:
Light yourself a dank joint, letcha mind go
Listen to these lyrics as I let this rhyme flow
I`m funky with this shit `cause my style is authentic
It keeps them suckas jockin` so my windows stay tinted
I meant it when I said "I will pimp til I die"
Makin` them bitches cry
And nigga, dont ask me why
I flow that pimp shit `cause I know that pimp shit
I smoke that hemp shit - not with that simp shit
Stupid doo-doo dumb is the only way I come
Let the track ride, gimme the mic and I`ll run
Smooth with the groove like a saxophone
My backs is on, and man, caps is blown
Straight off suckas` heads with the rhymes I shoot
Fuckin with the bitch as she`s kind of cute
I find a loop
I shake the spot
You`ll never hear a bitch say I ate the cock
I mack, kick back, and stack that cash
I throw these things fool, don`t make me tap that ass
The Mac named Dre is the man for real
Hoes wanna ride in me Sedan DeVille
Cause I`m a - young playa with that Crest Side game
Kickin the funky shit, makin the rest sound lame, and...
chorus:
Every time I rap, I bust what cha like
Cuz I`m the coldest MC to ever touch the mic (2x)
verse 2:
They trips when I flips cause I`m nothing respectable
But still when I spill, boy, I`m nothing correctable
I got raps that make them niggaz say "Goddamn -
He the fool with the mic in his hand"
I could teach a square everything he`s lackin`
Cause partna, I`m a playa with some uncut mackin`
I spit that shit that makes tricks go run and hide
Damn them clowns around town that wonder why
I never give a bitch who ain`t rich the time of day
They got to be fucked up if they think that I`ma pay
I`ma play
Until she`s all played out
Have her friends sayin` "Damn girl, you Mac Dre`d out!"
chorus
verse 3:
At the drop of a dime, I can rhyme a tight rap
And make them motherfuckers say "Damn, he like that"
Get them with the tongue that will run for many miles
Gettin` niggaz sprung cause I come with many styles
Hoes come in rows to get chose, they gettin` wit me
Sayin I`m the flyest on the side of the Mississippi
Banned in six states by the surgeon general
I`m known to be addictive, sellin dope subliminals
And I don`t stop servin` like them fools at Denny`s
Like Julius Erving, Michael Jordan, and Penny
I go coast to coast with a dose of this realness
Slappin` your brain with this game, can you feel this?
I flow like river water
Ain`t no nigga harder
Others that was rockin is forgotten like Jimmy Carter
But I`m gon` be around
Just like hand-me-downs
An old-ass playa still pullin` them panties down
chorus
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