MAC MALL - Mac-A-Frama-Lama lyrics

(feat. Mac Dre)

You crash-helmet wearin heifer

You turf-dirt tramp

Sack-chasin ass cunt

Bathwaterless biatch

Whats up with it ho, tell me whats it all about?

Since you always talkin shit when this pimp dick not in yo mouth

And then you wonder why a nigga quick to dig yo helmet

And slap yo ass so hard when usually I'm smooth as velvet

See trick I'm from the bay and man we make them broads obey

And if you don't then you gon (?) swatter or sling (?) on mac dre

Word to OJ and my nigga ike turner

If that ho don't know her role, them ima learn her (learn her?)

Since out I turned her, she get hella emotional

But don't let the square be his feelins if that ass beat down

And even now I get the feeling hes sayin “a real man would never put his

hands on a woman”

But a punk-bitch ain't no lady

that's shifty and shady

Proven connivin 51/50 crazy

But I'm quick to introduce her to the mac-prozac, choke-holds and back hand slaps

Now bitch dig that!

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Mac-a-fram-a-lama punk ho toe-tagga

Savage mani-manish ???? the money homey bastard

Big face stacker and a mouth piece master

Never chase that bitch, id rather let you suckas catch her

Now to, understand-a mac-a-fram-a-lama, you must first know the lingo

comprehend the grammar

Feel me when I flow, learn when I'm lacin

Mack, I match the art of communication

365 days a year, I'm in the bitch year, sayin what she wanna hear

Tryin to get things clear, if they ain't clear, and if she stay here, shes

runnin like the reindeer

And I'm playin here, mackin fo real, hackin a steal, stackin a scrill

so if you happen to feel, kinda pimperistic, you got the *furly ghost* In ya, you feelin

my linguistic

don't get it twisted, lets keep it on the up and up

The Blood about it if she out there fuckin up

Its time to toughin up, keep this cutt-throatish

Mac-a-fram-a-lama niggaz? it's the coldest!

Oops upside yo head

Keep poppin off at the grill and ima beat you like an egg

See your brothers a punk and your daddys an old man

they get in my business and ima send 'em back payin

You know what I'm sayin, no ho I ain't no gentleman

Im a cut-throat nigga from that Crest side clan

Wont tell you check yourself cuz I got it

A tested method to get a bitch back in pocket

See when my breezys start to bumpin them gums

A mack black out, and get to goin on one

And I don't give a fuck, let the police come

Let this bitch wig because she much too dumb

Said I don't give a fuck let the police come

Let this bitch wig because she much too dumb

We keepin it mackin on the real where I'm from

A nothing-ass slut talk shit, she gets stomped, stomped

[Chorus]

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