Mack OneDime me playboy check this out aiight nigga check this out We crimeys right that mean you my partner in
that check this out let's let 'em know summin' You know niggas should've plugged up L.A. to the Bay you understand we doin' big thangs Big mothafucka big thangs fool, check it out
Aiight One O this E. Feezee, I gotta, I Thank my teacher Count Dracula For teachin' a brother to you know Count his marbles you know, what about
You see I can't stop I won't stop I check a mil' I need a super bad bitch and a house on the 365, 7 I believe crack pays My estates been by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' thangs, movin' weight like I should 'Cause a nigga livin' don't mean he went Hollywood Dog I practice my craft so each year I get To stay ghetto and clever and be than ever
Fonzerelli man I thought you was a rebel, I am but tell me then Why you move up out the ghetto I am the ghetto I beg yo pardon nigga I was grindin' to take off niggas heads and fuckin' hoes when you was in kindergarten
Nigga ain't Lenny and Squiggy this E-Feezee & Mack Teezee Fuckin' with Italian, Romaine pasta, Tortellini odd six custodian, with the scope Far from no shit no joke
Southern Cali up see we be rollin' Make a purchase a gun report it stolen Plead the 5th but don't snitch, no 'cause they're po po And they mami know 12 gage equipment can be traced
Stand on ya bunions nigga don't try to get in his drawers 'Cause them 223's be penetratin' through I got warrants and shit didn't pay child support Thinkin' about skippin' town movin' to
You see I can't stop I won't stop I check a mil' I need a super bad bitch and a house on the L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin' Make a bitch purchase a gun it stolen
You see I can't stop I won't 'til I check a mil' I need a bad bitch and a house on the hill See you my dude that mean we pa'tnas in crime Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime Bitch
Forty I'm the one bro in the mix like gumbo Now how can I stay humble and feddy by the bundle Marv said we got bigger Mack we got bigger figures Now throw the top back on the 'Rarri and bang gears on niggas
And watch what the money show you about that don't know you is gone hate real G's is happy foe ya It's Mack Dime on the fool it's my time to shine Now would you niggas kick and let me get mine
Causin' havoc sparkin' up chaos bringin' the heavy metal heaters Mobb, under buckets if ya can't beat us then us get on the team Streetsweepers grenades and M1 car beams Dice games craps bets car titlespink slips cash money Watchin' out for rival gang beefin' Bad weather but it all boils down to who got the most
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I a mil' I need a super bad and a house on the hill L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin' Make a bitch a gun report it stolen
You see I can't I won't stop 'til I check a mil' I a super bad bitch and a house on the hill See you my dude right mean we pa'tnas in crime It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Bitch
I shoot 'em up like syringes I what real ends is Lo lo's Harley Davis and big Benzes Ain't been so far on my wrist I got a R hundred thousand dollar car I push the caviar
So what's up you need everybody huddle up Got that 2 for 1 special with the rock called up So get lit a hit shop is open all day From L.A. to the Bay it's 10 and E-Fortaay
Sometimes I wonder if it's this Fuckin' with the law tryna it look like I'm runnin' a legitimate tow truck With a 'Just Say No to Drug' bumper sticker on the back
Knowin' I been smokin' a of Indo Around the corner four houses down the way way a right and then a left Over there by and when ya get there page me
in how much you wanna spend Seperate the from the 1's, 5's and 10's Slick, sly, narcotic vendors do business in shopping centers Buck 'em stick 'em, stuck 'em ever fuck me 'em, bleed 'em, love 'em shit can get ugly
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I a mil' I need a super bad and a house on the hill L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin' Make a purchase a gun report it stolen
You see I stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil' I a super bad bitch and a house on the hill See you my dude that mean we pa'tnas in crime It's Forty Fonzarelli and Dime Bitch
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'em and feed 'em cold sardines, cold sardines Fuck 'em, fuck 'em cold sardines, 'em 'em, fuck 'em cold sardines