Mac Dre-Mac Dre

Mac Dre - Mac Dre [Mac Dre:] Since I was a young buck my mackin was cool I used to tongue-kiss girls in the back of the school And maybe sometime a ni**a got mo' than a kiss I put my finger in some puss that smelled like piss And as I reminisce, huh, it's kinda funny How I talked little girls out they lunch money They didn't run from me, they used to jock young Dre Then I stepped up game and got some cock one day It was a bloody mess and yes, tight as a vice grip But I was a little ni**a killin some tight sh*t Tossed, turned and started f**kin her few friends Cause she told two friends and they told two friends And word got out that young Dre could f**k good Then I f**ked a b**ch who could f**k and suck good And after that cock was nothin to me So I flipped the script and stopped f**kin for free Every b**ch I dicked down, had to kick down Whoever I tossed up, had to cough up Young in the game, mayn, but quick to learn That money makes this world turn So I peep game, pop that thang And let fools know how I got that name Mac Dre, boy (Mac Dre, boy) [Mac Dre:] I used to creep on Crest streets with a tight mask on Posted, toasted, gettin my cash on Strapped with a gat and a bottle of Hen-do Orange zig zags and big bags of that Endo I pushed pebbles through the midnight hour 24-7 same clothes, no shower D**e sacs smellin like nutsacks, but f**k it I was checkin duckets, collectin buckets But now I'm fresh out the pen with a chip on my shoulder And now that I'm older my blood runs much colder Somebody told a fed I was in the mix Hittin licks, ni**a, ain't that a b**ch I make raps, stay far from saps Checks my traps and collect my snaps The Country Club Crest is where I got this game And rappin on the mic is how I got that name