to get mine like busy Heavy on the wrist, polo mock socks and rugbies Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square And little mack milk,
time, baby to tell you who you are The sun and the moon should respect you, girl cos you're a star Turn a pamp into a champ, baby with you rlittle shooby
things continued So I start rapping about shit I been through And I got real good Now I look at all the kids in the neighborhood Trying to be baby macks
That got me walkin on the moon (Uhh)There's something you do That got me walkin on the moon (Uhh)And I know that it's true baby You got me walkin
weed we would have never got caught Cardie, when you gonna' grow up? You need to get chips Stack dough up, switch your flow up, 'cos your single was a donut Baby
Down to your fingertips Tryin' that freaky shit, what? Fuck me Turn on some Babyface Just for your lady's sake You call her baby cakes, say it Make love to me Know how to mack
duck tape and ride with tha Mack (that right) Roll with duck tape and ride with tha Mack (say Marley G) Roll with duck tape and ride with tha Mack (Spitta
sell a chicken Hoo bangin' affiliates from the W S C Mack 10, Young G with the Recipe Hit 'em again, hit 'em again Who's the triple braided beard, baby
to get mine like Bugsy Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square and little macks milk,
you walkin on the moon 'cause baby I'm a sweet talker, I'm a pipe layer I'll sweat you out your weave, I'm a back breaker I'm a gentleman, I'm a mack
as they can The atmosphere is now ripped Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon
can The atmosphere is now ripped Im so like a Pip, Im Gladis Knight So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon
of hand grenades? Watch a brothers tongue serenade With the grace of a razor blade over butter In the middle of a heat wave, peep ways Got a baby in
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough It's all around The city skyline, in the nighttime,
'm out here reminiscin, lookin around, nigga -reminiscin on what? -bout how shit done changed, dawg -all these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby,
same funk flow and yo I still get busy like Arsenio When I rock I need all the girls with me So, I can be their baby tonight, like Whitney Houston,