Chorus:
Well nigga* roll me a mic and let me smoke it tiland' iand'm high if you ever seen me rock than you know that i live and die for the things i do slang i use breakinand' down mics and destroyinand' crews. (2x)
1 2 1 2 unhh............ 1 2 1 2 mic check 1 2 1 2
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1st verse: mack daddy and da brat
I devoted my whole life to rockinand' mics gettin crowds lifted put my pants on backwards causand' i wanted to be.... different.
I keepsand'em with a crease tom peeps burn to nucci, house full of hunnies sportinand' gucci, cuttinand' coochie.
Iand'm the man girlfriend, luxury i swim macadocious to the most brown sex and slim, state of uptrends, known for making divedends and millions my people jump, jump, jump, jump.
Who chose to be the next nigga to step get deleted by death undefeated ainand't no thang to put that body to rest chest filled with smoke yokinand' niggas up by the collar. follow me cuz my dollars makinand' more cents than common.
Robbinand' you for your money and your diamonds endangerinand' your species,
More like a woman than the bee gees.
No remorse steady smokinand' plenty grass let it go and let da brat commence to be the baddest hoe.
Chorus
2nd verse: daddy mack and mr. black
Nothinand' but a c big party (twelve until) see iand'm the daddy of the mack and at the top of world i chill keep real, my feelaand' work consists of that (a thuggish ass niggas sayinand' way to keepand'em pissed) my life i wouldnand't tread it, to me itand's nothinand' better, wakinand' up when i wanna sportinand' jay-boogie leather.
Autographs (bubble baths) five star hotels, rollinand' witand' a clicc supaand' thick and everybody gettinand' well.
Take off the safety face me gun powder chowder for real, the last nigga figga to ever make it off the hill with steel, rhymes rock like cope the smoke and iand'm in effect with a tech that got a infa-red scope.
Smackinand' those actinand', tough as tinactin, fall up in your hood increase your brain with the mack 10, stacked nand's seventeenand's on the benz and burn up on my thigh in case these niggas won die.
Chorus
Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh........ someone tell me......... we got it goinand' on...... iand'm tellinand' yand'all (itand's that soso def)
3rd verse: jermaine dupri
I want you to feel me, my whole thang is to get inside your body, i run game like my name was john gaddy, hittinand' hookshots like vlade and niggas around my way call me little liberace.
A lady lover like no other and i be lethal with my weapon so they call me danny glover now who keep it hot? (we do.)
See so so def ainand't nothinand' but a fool ass crew.
