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Shakin The Feds
(feat. Goldie) [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I Drink Heem, And Smoke Green Grass Everyday In 'em They Blaze In My Clean Ass Chevrolet Gas Break Dip Down The Strip When I Fo Yo With Four Hoes, That Touch Mo' Bread Than Togos No Hobos, I Fuck With Cream-Of-The-Croppers Head Doctors With Choppers And Bomb Ass Coppers Orville Redenbacher Couldn't Be More Butter I Spit These P's When I Knock Her Ima Pimp I Don't Love Her Undercover, I Do It Under Your Nose I Hit A Lick On Your Partner With One Of Your Hoes Im Runnin' With Those Thug Niggas And Drug Dealas That Bug Niggas That Got Skrilla Im Godzilla Cha-Chilla It's What Is In My Hoes, Cause I Make'em Do Illegal Shit To Get My Dough Slit My Throat, If You Ever See Me FakinI Betta Be Tendin' To This Pimpin' And What They Makin [Chorus: x2] Role Is Andre But They Can't Catch Him SlippinYokin' It Up Smokin' It Up He's Rollin In The 7-Tre Gas Break DippinShakin' The Feds Makin' The Bread Ching-Ching [Verse 2: Goldie] I Drink 211 And Smoke On Bomb Til' It's Gone Then Drop A Hits With The Mac-A-The-Dre From Night Til' The Morn It's Long So Start Your Livin It (Boom Boom) Man I See The Niggas Sippin'(Whoa Wha) Lustin' For Women Thats Been Suckin' N Fuckin' Him'n Them'n Me I Jus Sav It Up Been Goin' To Hookers Pass The Buck Master Deluxe Make A Trick Make Money Ass Up But If The Hoe Don't Listen Then Im Pullin Her Partner Friends Who Got Some Ends To Spend Nigga Look Im In It To Win By All Means Cause This Rappin' Ain't Payin' For My G's I Could Resort To Jackin' And Slayin' But That Won't Burn I Know These Puddles Wanna See Me In Shackles Because I Roll With Killas And Dealas, Hyenas And Jackals You Say You Dealin' With Network Cut-Throat Every Nigga Laugh Rushin' These Hoes Catch Elbows And Jabs We In The Lab Where It Don't Stop It's K-I-Gig You Can See Me Checkin' Chins Servin' Dome Shots Smoke Style [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Mac Dre] It's The Big Dog Head Coach Im That Nigga Got My Hand On My Gun And My Finger On The Trigga Playin' With My Fab Toys Running From The Bad Boys (Trippin') Lossing Control, I Never Had Poors Rugged And Real, Lovin' This Skill Game To My Folks, Hang With My Folks, Swang With My Folks Drunk Fucked Up Off 151, Beat My Beezy Up And Say "What Have I Done" Gorilla Pimp, Behind The Tent Gettin' Bent On The Savage Ass One "I Was Collectin' My Rent" The Mac Guy, Triple Stack Guy Killin' Them Suckas That Give The Rap Game A Black Eye Roll The Weed Up, Somebody Turn The Beat Up While I Continue To Spit Relax And Kick Your Feet Up Mac Game So Cold I Make Your Nose Runny Mac Dre So Cold Takin' Hoes Money |
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