Grown Sh!t - Mac Dre

Yep, yeah, yep, yeah, yep\nDon’t stop, won’t stop, won’t quit\nNever could, never would\nMac Dre back with some mo' shit\nYou know (Yadida mean, Yadida mean)\nCome on, man (Come on, man)\nUh\nI’m a rap-matic track addict\nAnd I’m back at it\nPlay me a beat with this heat, I’ma blap at it\nThe cat scatted, when the mac spatted\nYou don’t want to see me, punk get your hat flatted\nDope like a crack addict, or a hop head\nSpit it clear so you can hear what I said\nPothead, hot head nigga that got dreads\nGot bread, stop red, get hit with the hot lead\nMy bed, you might see three things\nHigh heels, my pills and hoes in G strings\nI see things through my pimpin' glasses\nCheesy macaroni, teaching pimpin' classes\nI dips and mashes, Mercedes Benzes\nMight wear stunnas without the lenses\nI’m off the hinges, I handle business\nLeave no clues, witness or forensics\nNo co-defendants, all by my lonesome\nWon’t see Solano, Quintin or Folsom\nI ghost 'em at the four way stop sign\nForty HK don’t fuck with Glock nine\nI rock rhymes, I’m a star, I’m famous\nGot my own language, cool when I swang it\nOh, I’m all out the do'\n351 with the shift in the flo'\nCome on, you beezy, let’s do some grown shit\nPut on a tight thong too small that don’t fit\nWhen I’m on the thizz I’m a fool, I don’t quit\nUnborn kids, nut all on shit\nCome on, you beezy, let’s do some grown shit\nPut on a tight thong too small that don’t fit\nWhen I’m on the thizz I’m a fool, I don’t quit\nUnborn kids, nut all on shit\nDre rock rhymes from here to New York\nOnly smoke rope, no coke or Newports\nHibachi Benihana pork on my fork\nRapping is a sport and this is my court\nDo anything to win, my referees cheat\nI flagrant foul and bruise to beat\nRead 'em and weep\nI’m a royal flush\nGive me some shrooms\nSo I can get mushed\nKick dust, always in something tight\nHella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe\nFucking dikes, in Vegas or Reno, ask Kilo, nigga he know\nI’m well connected, I know big whales\nDid shows in harryels, been in hella jails, the federals\nBut nigga, it never fails\nThe shit don’t stop when I drop hella sales\nHella mail, call me the postman\nFrom Vallejo, born in Oakland\nYoking, Dodge Diplomats\nFuck three strikes get the bitch to bat\nCome on, you beezy, let’s do some grown shit\nPut on a tight thong too small that don’t fit\nWhen I’m on the thizz I’m a fool, I don’t quit\nUnborn kids, nut all on shit\nCome on, you beezy, let’s do some grown shit\nPut on a tight thong too small that don’t fit\nWhen I’m on the thizz I’m a fool, I don’t quit\nUnborn kids, nut all on shit