Mac Dre Early Retirement Lyrics

The Genie of the Lamp Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Genie of the Lamp
  • 2 She Neva Seen
  • 3 Early Retirement
  • 4 Out There
  • 5 My Alphabets
  • 6 Err Thang
  • 7 Non Discriminant
  • 8 Hear Me Now?
  • 9 I Feed My Bitch
  • 10 Not My Job
  • 11 Hotel, Motel
  • 12 2 Times & Pass
  • 13 Make You Mine
  • 14 Crest Shit
  • 15 [untitled]
  • [Verse 1:]
    I'm doper than a Bobby Brown piss test
    Bitches blow me till they ain't got no spit left
    Do it movin' cause slow niggaz get left
    Get left and miss the game like a sick ref
    A quick left and a overhand right
    A fat .44, some doja and a mic
    Are my weapons, of mass destruction
    And detectives know not to ask me nothin'
    I'm solid, I might speak the garlic
    Drink dirty martinis with the Spanish olive
    Garlic and cheese on my french bread
    Swallow it please when I get head
    I'm pimp fed, girls feed me well
    Never would they let the world see me fail
    They bring me mail, like I'm a mailbox
    A pimp with no gators, Air Force and Shell Tops

    [Beat Bridge]

    [Verse 2:]
    Back in the day I used to need the knots
    Posted at the spot I used to bleed the block
    Servin' weed and rocks often even hop
    Never leavin' the spot, wouldn't even leave for cot
    If I needed some cot I made hutch come through
    Go deep when she bend over, hut 1-2
    What you wan do with rude boy like me
    Quick to come through with crew so hyphy
    If she don't like me she must be a lesbo
    I get it nightly, man that's my schedule
    Dre Bledsoe, I'm the quarterback
    Whatever cost the most, I'm a order that
    Across the border strapped my Ese's
    Come through with fluff from Peru
    I come from a crew
    Of cutthoats, bank robbers, and dope dealers
    It's business with us nigga get out yo feelin's
    Get out yo scrillin's, live like a king
    Take the top off the Heem, pop you a thing
    I don't buss them in half, it leave a nasty taste
    I swallow them hole, and get the Thizz face
    It's laced, with nathin' but game
    I steal them from niggaz, that be cuffin' they dame
    I'm fuckin' his main, while he gettin' his grind on
    Get bossed, get costed, get paid than I'm gone
    My tone, is loud sometimes
    I scream at a bitch, like she a crowd sometimes
    Tell her a thousand times, hoe goe make it happen
    It consequences, if she don't make it happen
    I'm trying to find them bitches, that's dough paper havin'
    Only into one thing that's more paper havin'
    You no paper havin', niggaz is bootsy
    All at the function in that Chinamen Gucci
    Tryin' to coochie, you wine and dine chicks
    Goin' for it, fallin' for mind tricks
    I tryin' to find chicks, that know the requirements
    And works towards a pimp's early retirement

    [Beat Bridge]

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