Mac Dre Grown Shit Lyrics
            (intro)
            Yep, Yea, Yep, Yea, Yep
            Dont stop won't stop won't quit
            Never could never would
            Mac Dre back wit some more s___
            You know (yadida mean, yadida mean)
            Come on man
        
            (verse 1)
            I'm a rap matic track addict
            And I'm back at it
            Play me a beat with this heat I'm a blap at it
            The cat scated, when the mac spatted
            You don't want to see me, punk get your hat flatted
            Dope like a crack addict, or a hop head
            Spit it clear so you can hear, what I said
            Pot head, hot head n____ that got dreads
            Got bread stop red get hit with the hot lead
            My bed, you might see three things
            High heels, my pills, and hoes in G strings
            I see things, through my pimpin glasses
            Cheesy macaroni, teaching pimpin classes
            I dips and mashes, Mercedes Benzes
            Might wear stunnas without the lenses
            I'm off the hinges I handle business
            Leave no clues, witness, or forensics
            No co-dependence all by my lonesome
            Wont see Solano, Quintin, or Folsom
            I ghost em, at the four way stop sign
            Forty HK don't f___ with Glock nine
            I rock wind, I'm a star I'm famous
            Got my own language cool when I swang it
            Oh, I'm all out the door
            351 with the shift in the floor
        
            (chorus 2x)
            Come on you beezy lets do some grown s___
            Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit
            When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool I don't quit
            Unborn kids, nut I own s___
        
            (verse 2)
            Dre rock rhymes from here to New York
            Only smoke rope no c__e or New Ports
            Hubotchi Benihana pork on my fork
            Rapping is a sport and this is my court
            Do anything to win my referees cheat
            I flagrant foul and bruise to beat
            Read em and weap
            I'm a royal flush
            Give me some shrums
            So I can get mushed
            Kick dust, always in something tight
            Hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe
            f___ing dikes, in Vegas or Reno ask Kilo, n____ he know
            I'm well connected I know big wells
            Did shows in harryels been in hella jails and federals
            But n____ it never fails
            The s___ don't stop when I drop hella sales
            Hella mail, call me the postman
            From Vallejo born in Oakland
            Yolking, Dodge Diplomats
            f___ three strikes get the b____ to bat
        
            (chorus 2x to end)
        
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