Mack excuse me playboy Aiight check this out aiight check this out We crimeys that mean you my partner in crime
Like that this out let's let 'em know summin' You know should've been plugged up From L.A. to the Bay you we doin' big thangs Big thangs big thangs fool, check it out
Aiight One O E. Feezee, I gotta, I gotta Thank my math teacher Dracula For just teachin' a brother to you Count his marbles you know, what about
You see I can't I won't stop 'til I check a mil' I need a super bad bitch and a house on the 365, 7 days I crack pays My estates guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight them thangs, movin' weight like I should 'Cause a nigga livin' good don't he went Hollywood Dog I my craft so each year I get better 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' tryin to off niggas heads Flossin' and fuckin' when you was in kindergarten
Nigga this Lenny and Squiggy this E-Feezee & Mack Teezee Fuckin' with Italian, pasta, chicken Tortellini Thirty odd six custodian, with the Far Nickelodeon no shit no joke
Southern Cali up North see we be Make a purchase a gun report it stolen the 5th but don't snitch, no case 'cause they're po po And they mami know that 12 equipment can be traced
Stand on ya bunions nigga don't try to get caught in his 'Cause them 223's be penetratin' through Plus I got warrants and shit didn't pay support Thinkin' about skippin' movin' to Shreveport
You see I can't stop I won't stop I check a mil' I need a bad bitch 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 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 that mean we in crime It's Fonzarelli and Mack Dime Bitch
Forty I'm the one bro that's in the mix gumbo Now how can I humble and make feddy by the bundle Marv we got bigger triggas 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 niggas that don't know you Busters is gone real G's is happy foe ya It's Mack Dime on the grind fool it's my time to Now would you niggas kick and let me get mine
Causin' havoc sparkin' up bringin' the ruckus heavy metal heaters Mobb, under buckets if ya can't beat us join us get on the team grenades rifles and M1 car beams Dice games bets over car titlespink slips cash money Watchin' out for rival gang members Bad weather but it all boils to who got the most paper
You see I can't I won't stop 'til 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 report it
You see I can't stop I won't stop I check a mil' I a super bad bitch and a house on the hill See you my right that mean we pa'tnas in crime It's Forty Fonzarelli and Dime Bitch
I shoot 'em up like syringes I know what ends is Lo lo's Harley and big body Benzes Ain't been faded so far on my I got a R hundred thousand car 'cause I push the caviar
So what's up what you need everybody up Got that 2 for 1 special with the rock double up So get lit take a hit is open all day From L.A. to the Bay it's 10 and E-Fortaay
Sometimes I wonder if it's worth Fuckin' with the law tryna make it like I'm a legitimate tow truck service With a 'Just Say No to Drug' bumper on the back window
Knowin' I smokin' a gang of Indo Around the corner four houses across the way way Make a right and a left there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how you wanna spend the 20's from the 1's, 5's and 10's Slick, sly, sharp narcotic Always do business in centers Buck 'em 'em, stuck 'em don't ever fuck me Hate 'em, bleed 'em, love 'em can get ugly
You see I can't stop I won't 'til I check a mil' I need a super bad bitch and a on the hill L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin' Make a bitch purchase a gun report it
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 See you my dude right that mean we pa'tnas in It's Forty Fonzarelli and Dime Bitch
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