Mac Dre Young Playah Lyrics

Young Black Brotha Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 2 Hard 4 the Fuckin' Radio
  • 2 All Damn Day
  • 3 2 the Double R 'Wit Coolio'
  • 4 On My Toes
  • 5 Get Some Get Right
  • 6 Young Playah
  • 7 California Livin'
  • 8 This Is the Mac
  • 9 I'm N Motion
  • 10 Nothin' Correctable (interlude)
  • 11 They Don't Understand 'Wit Ray Luv'
  • 12 Young Black Brotha
  • 13 The Romp Ya'll
  • 14 My Chevy 'Wit Mac Mall'
  • 15 The M.A.C & Mac D.R.E. 'Wit The Mac'
  • 16 Young Mac Dre
  • 17 Much Love 4 The Mac
  • 18 Gift 2 Gab
  • 19 A Piece From Khayree
  • 20 U Still Punk Police
  • 21 Out the Water (interlude)

  • Kick back while I romp, rap, perk, and get keyed
    I got a fifth of heem and some hurt ya dick weed
    Taking fat sips of the hennesey
    And if I aint drunk now, I'm finna be
    Its the cold crest capper on the microphone
    Making sucka sounding punks straight leave it alone
    From the G-H-E-TT-O, land of the freaky hoe
    Where niggas get the cock, bust a nut, say beep me hoe
    No time for kickin' it, niggas be dickin' it
    No money for movies hoe, so dont even mention it
    'Cause times are too rough, its hard to do stuff
    The crack'll slack, I need to try some new stuff
    I need to start packin', dressin' in black and
    Come out after 12 with my gat and start jackin'
    Cars with beat, taking money from freaks
    And even jack that motherfucka on the corner who geeks
    I gotta survive and try to stay alive hoe
    Life is like cracker jacks but money's the prize though
    24-7 on a get mail mission
    Times are getting crazy but you dont listen
    Young brothas grow up, become tight and thangs
    Just a few close niggas the rollers call 'em a gang
    I cant understand how these devils think
    I need to get my nine and cold take me a drink
    And get sick wit it, they cant get wit it
    They need to eat my ass, and suck some dick wit it...
    One more time back at you
    With a nice smooth beat to rap to
    Its young MD from the romp baby
    And I'm on my way to the top baby
    I got a one way ticket, theres not return
    And sucka MC's better wait your turn
    'Cause I'm a fly young brotha with a gift of gab
    And bitch dont let it get ya mad
    I be straight shift strikin', and never would I be hikin'
    Lots of dank, and lots of drank is what a nigga be likin'
    Straight romp bandit, the rollers cant understand it
    When they run up in my house and come out empty handed
    UGH, they cant touch Dre
    'Cause I'm a cold crest creeper makin' much pay
    Doin' it the only way I know how
    And these many of styles, got me on top of the pile
    Makin' M-A-I-L, hear what I spell
    Rollers try to keep me in they J-A-I-L
    But I B-A-I-L, spending my mail
    Just to get out of the C-E-LL...
    Last... but not least
    Mac muthafuckin' Dre is on the mic G
    Listen party people as I get dumb
    I got stupid dope lyrics let me spit 'em
    It's the riggity riggity riggity romp stizzar
    You know hoes wanna ride in my cizzar
    But none never ever get fizzar
    Maybe 'til there is no stizzar
    'Cause its P-I-M-P-I-N-G
    Hoe come pay me my money
    'Cause the D-I-C-K dont come free
    As long as I got you I wont slang the D
    'Cause I'm too damn vicious, you cant get wit this
    You wont get kisses, you'll just get dick bitch
    Its MD on the mic hoe
    And never say never 'cause you might blow
    For some of you hoes it might take some time
    But when I spit that rhyme and cold blow your mind
    Fuck you for a while then take a nap
    Then you're waking me up blowing me off the map
    Put on my clothes and I'm on my way
    And you wish you wouldnt've fucked with the mac named Dre...
    "and my number one rule is run up through it" Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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