MAC MALL - I Keep Hoes Broke lyrics

[VERSE 1: Mac Mall]

I keep hoes broke, you'll never see me crack a joke

I go gorilla on a bitch, I bet she have my dough

When I'm on ring the alarm, we breakin em tricks

You can't hate it or debate it, square, straight pimp shit

I like to stand in a club, the spot where the strippers dance

Gettin money and the Mall can't understand

I'm just a mack with a pimpin influence

100 carat mouthpiece, I gotta use it

Now she can be your sister or your baby mom

I take a bitch in and bring her out live hoe form

I lace a hooker with ingredients, every hoe you see me with

Slave for conversation, Mac Mall could never be a simp

Hookers is wild and they need to be tamed

I treat em like a child, give em new hoe names

She's on the winning team gettin that currency

But she get bust in the dome she hold out on me

She's schemin, breakin all the pimp/hoe laws

You must be dreamin thinkin that the money was yours

Now as I stand over ya, look in your face, you seem slow

Remember me, the one you got the good game from?

And shit gon' get rougher, it's sho nuff tougher

The bitch start to stutter, I slap her with another

Mackin, that's all I know, that's how I roll

I go loco for c-notes, nigga, I keep hoes broke

[VERSE 2: Mac Mall]

I got a question: can the vice or the punk police

Stop a Mac from gettin all my cheese?

Ridin in a Cadillac, and no, I ain't smilin

I'm tryin to touch enough to buy me an island

A chickenhead need a real mack in her life

She know them L7 niggas just ain't her type

That's when I get that bitch, give her wigs and lipstick

Get the style down pat, now it's time for a trip

Said her man was a bore, pussy-whipped to the core

And now he jealous because he couldn't make you his whore

A M-a-c, baby, don't even try to be

When you come up and speak, don't even lie to me

You like to try to infiltrate, talk shit and pimpetrate

Then turn it all around and try to player-hate

Me, but if you try to step to a gee

I hit you with the AR-15

I'm callin you a new jack, a pooh put, a dirty mack

Comin at me wrong, you get your cap moved back

Sucker, I keep it movin, gettin loot and

Suckers make me mad, nigga, fuck you and

Your off-brand lame game, all y'all small change

And I'm that nigga, Mac from the Greater Bay

Sucker, you need to let that go fo sho

You can get a smack for this, nigga, I keep hoes broke

[VERSE 3: Mac Mall]

I give a loose hoe laws like a judge

Put her on a corner and she bet' not budge

No need for hesitation, save the drag for a trick

And bring me back g stacks, little lame-ass bitch

Suckers way wild, this ain't a freestyle, there's a fee to see

So kick end and come off the currency

Big bread, large loot by the lump sums

C-notes, homie, ain't nothin like pimpin

Before you know it I was sellin hoes dreams and

Boss-mackin felines, all about my cream and

Whores, I got em poppin pussy for the cheddar

Got me mackin through busted bad weather

Never faded by the lame folks or the haters

About a bitch, I rather send her than save her

Cutthroat, bossin up for the dough

And when I'm gone, the whole world of tricks'll be broke

So ask Rally Ral we on the pimpish tip

Play with mine and girl, you gon' get clipped

I even pimp-walk straight through hell

Just to bust your dome, if you don't have my mail

Bitch, I'm on some Crestside mob shit

And when it all go down, fo sho we bomb shit

Game is cold and my mackin is strong

So you squares know why I keep my paper long

And hoes broke