yeah man, young mac dre
i pops it boy, i pops it big

[verse one]
it all started off with the doctor telling my momma push
on that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss
i´ve been soaking game since rock ´em sock ´em and hot wheels
not never the chance to pass me i keep ´em jocking, i got skills
and when i´m on the mic, styles i got so many
drink privilege hennessy when i ain´t fuckin´ with brehmi
m-a-c-d-r-e, that´s me
like ´em freaky liek janet not jackson but jackme, whee
to all my niggas in atlanta to alabama
rodreego blowin´ only homie, don´t fuck with bama
i planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas
watch your hutch and don´t trust your baby momma
cause i will get your scrill when i kill all in them guts
don´t give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch
but they respect it if not they get rejected
i´m m-d the mc that´s not to be corrected

[chorus 2x]
???????, uno, dos, cuatro
i´m sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato
most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal
warm, hot, and respectable but i´m nothing correctable

[verse two]
i fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers
quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders
got a cuddie named dubee, he spit more raps than loogies
and when he hand it to me i´m funky like him to me
baby do me is all them hutches holler
i was breakin´ bitches when phantom tops was on granada
more game than keno, down to trips to reno
sippin´ cappachino with natalia shapino
c-note stacka´ pack a p-89
love group sex take ´em three at a time
and boy i be out of line when i´m full that tangerey
quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray
urban guerilla warfare extraordinare
you know a bout my maccing but boy i´m more than a player
resurrected double r elected
haters get ejected i´m nothing to be corrected

[chorus 2x]

[verse three]
pistol packin´ player, gangsta mac for real
about my scrill got to pay my bills
boy i´m in it to win it if you weak and timid
better watch how you spend i take yalls like timmy
busting out like tities in a bra that´s too small
grew up off too short stackin´ scrill too tall
max drizzay, all damn dizzay
i keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)
been rappin´ before they called mac mall brehmis
rompin´ peace mike robinson son of dennis
i´m in this to deep like tim, jim, and johnny
much love for my cuddies jay, ray, and ronny
raping pockets i get mine however it come
boy i get dumb about my income
mac furly up early sippin´ x-o
nothing correctable; nigga you know

[chorus 2x]