, pockets on body-builder Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima
motherfuckers gonna die this summer Gunshots from the hummer Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back" mack
make me ready to burst, the way you play with me Look at how you act up, that?s why I backed up I been hoping you get hit by a Mack truck This the shit
Get your money, whip ya hair Executive branch blow my smoke like a player Yeah, in the club, yes, it cracks Cute little mama, but they stack with backs
I'm a rida Say I'm rida I'm a rida Say I'm a rida I'm a rida Say I'm a rida [VERSE 2] My baby mama boyfriend likes to talk like he can hurt me I'm laughin
, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
freak her After the feedback, then I could G Mack But it's something about her love making me need that Come on! Girl, make no mistake, right by my side Little mama
if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for Californ-i-a Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake
for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one Are you waiting for the righteous one? With the faith of titans with your beauty enlighten us Mama
ass last and we can blow dro in the Benz while I smash on the gas so let a nigga pimp, and let a nigga mack and later on tonight you can get hit up in
swingin' that wood (let's do it again) I remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds (do it a) Jelly shoes, hair braided wit 1000 beads (let's do it again) Mama
niggaz that kill Destroy shit but they able to build Come fuck with the real [Beanie Sigel] It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no face My mack
Hustla's Hustla, A Pusher's Pusher You a busta a customer, I get you sum cooka Yea Crack is a chemist, I pack an 11, I mack in a 7, I'll clap at your
Ummm... Yeahh... You're not exactly the guy I can bring home to my mama But what she don't know won't hurt her You're so controlling, so demanding, like
Kwon] It's like dis yo,I get up out the club and I do it like dis yo, my baby mama she just sracth up my lack yo, I'ma certified mack yo, It's like dat
in Daytona Spring breaking with my dawgs I was on her didn't give a chance To let another dude get on her Y'all know I came with my mack game Hood like
but she comin' right back Bet a shot of xo'll get you on the right track You got yo girl with you, better hold her hand, I'm a mack on attack Turn yo
do is puff hem all day Gettin' money in the Bluff or on MLK Since they brough gold back I bought me a gold mack To explode I leave ya back on Old