The Jacka - Cuz I'm The Mack lyrics

[Jacka] You know these whodies be askin' Uni Mack 10 Can I be your b**h (can I be your b**h) Naw, you can be my ho I put you on a track And bring me back all my cheese Get on your knees So I can smoke green leaves Paper chase for me They found dope in my show Catch a case for me Act faithful to your pimp Like a P-I-T Wool out Don't let go to what you got And don't come back short Cuz you might get mopped I'm a pimp And hoes ain't sh** without 'em I use to f** 'em And forget about 'em Now they bring me back major skrill So I can stack 'til I peel I can change for the good Half an hour, I'm there [?] She's mine Plus she's blind to the fact that I'm The Jacka Mista Cali Co packa I have ta Floss to be the boss You just a black girl lost But she ain't in my game plan In some chalk [Chorus] It's The Jacka Mista Cali Co packa I got the The major slice in a Acura Imagine bein' brought No clothes, no show Gonna get high But can't fade on the road f** that! I'd rather be the young sav on the track Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes Cuz I'm the mack (I'm the mack) [Jacka] My momma raised me like a mack So I stuck wit it Tight you wanna remain wit yo Mrs. Then keep them b**hes out my side Ain't havin' no joke on these hoes n***a from the start I learned to break a hoes pockets To break that young girl's heart Evil whispers in my head Tellin' me don't stop 'til I'm ballin' You come back short wit yo cash It'll be that a** that she crawlin' Pimp on But don't limit Yourself to pimpin' Scandalous women Youngsta they s** their ways In this game that'll get you paid So I let the whispers guide me Put the past behind me Cuz the cash is blindin' me f** bein' broke I got my town by the throat Coughing up major doe But it wasn't enough Beacuse the bomb I smoke And the fluff I snow Turned me into a k**a For the skrilla Won't stop eatin' I got ten million, dollars Nine million acres Plus a casino in Vegas I'm 'bout the faces on the table That's keepin' me in this sh** And it's real Maybe if they k** another president They'll make a three dollar bill Must be the skrill [Chorus] [Jacka] I had a problem wit meetin' hoes Who try to get over on me Thinkin' just because I [?] Then we gonna kick 'em down Oh not me, not one-O I break a b**h down Wit a blow to the nose Cuz I'm a savage One night we wasn't careful Parkin' lot pimpin' And a fine ho was yellin' like a wyno Was comin' at me like I'm a s**a She must of thought that I was a busta Comin' out the club So I slugged her in her mugg "What's up blood" A n***a yelled hella loud From out the crowd (west up) Like he was fed up puttin' work for the skirt I'm raisin' up my shirt He told me hollow tips hurt So back up jerk Cuz you don't want me Uni M-A-C Man you don't want me [Chorus] [The Jacka talking] Cuz I'm the mack You know I'm the muthaf**in' mack How many real macks you know n***a Ask yourself that question And I bet you only know one Check it out My n***a Rob Low on this tight a** beat I don't give a f** what nobody say Can't nobody f** wit it I only know one real mack I gotta say wussup to my n***a O Federali My n***a S.L.O. My n***a Young Uz My n***as from the L.O.B My n***a Bishop What's goin' down