Gift 2 Gab - Mac Dre

Knick knack patty wack, give your ho some donkey

Listen to the bassline, don’t it sound funky?

Who could it be in the place to stay?

That’s right, ho, Mac muthafuckin' Dre

One more time back in your ear

Those dope ass raps you love to hear

Cold as ice, nothin' nice

If I thrust ya once, ho, I’ma thrust ya twice

That’s right, and you know the deal

You don’t want the baby, ho, take the pill

‘Cause I’ma bust fadles back to back

And when I get tired, I’ma take a nap

And when I wake up, I’ma bath some more

It’s the same routine until It’s time to go

You, get what’s in my drawers, and girl I get those sugar walls

Oh, you didn’t know about me?

The A the N the D the R the E

Well, peep game, it goes like this

I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss

And when it comes to cock, girl, I won’t clean it

Always got my damn hat to the muthafuckin' jimmy

Cold, bold, 19 years old

With a brain full of game to be told

I’m from the V-town, 3 C down

And a sucka don’t wanna see me clown

Who (who) could it be?

That’s right, Mac Dre, baby

Funky fresh, in the flesh

It’s me, Khayree and my joint of sess

Doin' it, like a porno star

Hittin' in your box, or in your car

Cool, like the sweat from a snowman

Kick back, relax and listen, here we go, man

To the land of the dope rhyme

And as the song flows on, I really hope I’m

Not too dirty or rap too strong

But my mouthpiece is really goin' on

From Vallejo, California all the way to China

Hoes of the world, know I’ma

Stone cold mack with a gift to spit

Nothin' but that dope shit

So damn fly, don’t ask me why

I smoke Indo and I smoke Thai

Mac Dre, I thought you knew

Down and dirty doin' things that only playas can do

The coldest MC on this here Earth

Had to be fresh from the Crestside turf (Crestside)

Not a Southside sucka who thinks he can rhyme

But a Crestside playa that’s strapped with a 9

And it don’t stop

I say microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2

It’s young Mac Dre, right back at you

Wit' another dose of that dope

You see, I’m way more potent than coke

The young fly brotha’s on the mic, y’all

I’m finna rock this muthafucka all night, y’all

And just spittin' and dope shittin'

And to a nice, smooth beat that’s hittin'

Cold as ice, clean as soap

I keep a fresh bag of zags in my Derby coat

24 hours around the clock

7 days a week, I’m on a prowl for cock

Day in, day out, I spit and shout

A true blue mack, know what I’m talkin' about?

It’s just game (game), straight game (game)

Kick back, let it soak in your brain (mane)

Listen to me spit that pimpin' tip

I put the money to the wallet and the pussy to the dick

Stack a bank, slap a pack

Put my muthafuckin' tape in ya goddamn deck

Man, take a bitch, break a bitch

And when you’re all done, cuddy, man, shake the bitch

Straight high-sidin' when you come through squat

Leave a muthafuckin' cloud in the parking lot

Load the brains, do some thangs

Put the mounts on your fingers, man, fuck the chains

Play that ho like a game of checkers

Treat her like dirt, take her money and wreck her

‘Cause a ho, ain’t no good (no good)

Whip her punk ass?

Man, I sho' would

It’s '90, you gotta be def

Take all the money until there ain’t none left

You see, some young brothas give her tongue

Lick between her legs and try to get her sprung

That ain’t the tip, ah, nah

You stupid muthafuckas, what’s wrong wit' y’all?

It don’t take all that to get that ho

If you can’t her, nigga, say, ‘Trick that ho'

‘Cause when you come up, she’ll be jockin'

On your front door, man, she’ll be knockin'

When you let her in, it’s straight to the covers

That’s the way it goes, believe me, brotha

I’ve been through it all, it don’t mean nothin'

Pussy ain’t shit, make the ho pay somethin'

It’s Mac Dre, hear what I say

I spit the gift to gab, nigga, every day

Pimpin', straight pimpin'

I don’t wanna see you simpin'

Listen to my tape, play it all the time

And when it’s over, man, press rewind

‘Cause it’s dope shit, you gotta hear it

And like coke, nigga, you gon' clear it

And to the top I’m goin'

Bitch, I’m flowin'

And it… and it… and it don’t stop

It’s Mac Dre, y’all

Listen to the things I say, y’all