fatha figure of today We need to find a better way We at the after party chillin' 'cuz we ain't no punks Some cats is in the back with Macks and gold
Flippin on magneto Never metal Without my bending Ending all existance, my rhymes blending Niggaz up and liquifying Punks are crying Crews are dying While the mack
palms itching Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y'all better Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black mack in a black backpack
in his voice Now he's acting like he ain't rich and po' in it) Crock pots are steaming, Jasmine rice and Jack Mack With cornflake batter, it's cold in
(feat. Grant Rice, Kutt Calhoun, ig Krizz Kaliko,Marie RG) [Chorus:] I've been around the world I ya Freak so many girls I ya The women I done seen
yo your crew, switch siders When I come through, hey Cam Dick riders But I only mess with Navigators 528 6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver Come through, stick your suppliers Mack
nice comeback, but didn't touch my score A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks
and balanced the slums Brought in a cat with a talent for guns Click quick to silence a Dunn Convoys of black limos Employs strapped with mack millos
magnificent Poo speak the unlipatent for the rhyme impatent complicate plenty circumtants I got enough friends to last my life fuck your feelings and your home town rice
hand corner, wearing white trunks, a white wife beater And dirty white shelltoes, hailing from parts unknown, R.A. the Rugged Man! [Timbo King] Aiyo, we black macks
I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on Every single night me and my mack get our
Colossus Flippin on Magneto Never metal Without my bending Ending all existance, my rhymes blending Niggaz up and liquifying Punks are crying Crews are dying While the mack
neat But when I left the next morning it looked like shredded wheat Talked about marriage, I said, "That's risky Besides, it's such a waste of Rice Crispies
today We need to find a better way [J.T. The Bigga Figga] We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain't no punks Some cats is in the back with macks and
and hustle like me-I'm Dope Boy Fresh- Dope boy fresh-dope-d-dope-d-dope-dope boy fresh; Now you could walk through a river full of pimps and macks
dust in the wind Stoned pimp, stoned brew, stoned out of my mind I once was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
-made like Henry Ford I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before I want more then the next man Respect, plus the cash, big checks And mack on
we was kickin it, I said you chillin Ma? shorty said I look like a chubby Jake Gyllenhaal I said this ain't Brokeback, and i'm a broke mack type so hard