The Mac (Michael Robinson) - The M.A.C & Mac D.R.E. lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] Cherry to the peach, peach to the plum Right about now I'm about to get dumb I'm a Young Black Brotha from the V-town city Records from Wauzi, hot dogs from Smitty My homeboy Cease on a cold Crest cut To all you b**hes, I'd like to say 'What's up?' Freak females, with fat whale tails If you wanna real man, baby, come to Vallejo Three-C down is where I kick at Yes, baby doll, you know I spit that Game to your brain, Mac Dre is the name I have ya fiendin' for my rhymes like a drummer for 'caine Oh yeah, I'm quite addictive It's mandatory for me to spit this Mac Dre, that big old player So much game I need to run for mayor Or even President, just livin' large Ooh, they would hate to see a brotha in charge Drivin' 'round town with the system jammin' They wouldn't understand to hear the President slammin' Where the dead presidents? Oh, I'm stackin' ya I gotta make me enough to flip a Maxima Cellular phone, five bedroom home And a 14-carat gold microphone I'd like to send a Romp shot to my homeboy D Put the R to the O to the M to the P Just a little somethin' to make you bug Get Romped out and wear a hole in the rug Whether you're in a car or at a party Don't be scared to dance like Marty Put a double Romp boogie in your behind Pay close attention as I spit this rhyme I don't drive a Caddy, cause I'm not Betty Rather side around town in a tight a** Chevy With two-inch white walls, yea that's right, ya'll Call me on my beeper, leave a code, I might call And if not I'll see you in the traffic On my way to the show to make money and stack it It's the same everyday, every day it's the same I'm just a young playa with so much game Mac Dre, and don't you forget Fonky, fonky, fonky dope rhymes is what you get from [Chorus: Mac Dre] Mac D-R-E, I'm Mac D-R-E Mac D-R-E, I'm Mac D-R-E Mac D-R-E, I'm Mac D-R-E Mac D-R-E, I'm Mac D-R-E [Verse 2: The Mac] The Mac, is what my name is n***as talk down cause I'm so damn famous But I ain't trippin', I keep on mackin', I keep on pimpin', and keep on stackin' Them green dollars that you know I do Makin' these funky a** songs for you I went to Claybank for a little more practice Now that I'm back, ugh, I'm at this Police still jack, I just laugh They say 'Wheres the dope?', I say, huh, 'You want an autograph?' I use a ink pen to sell my drug I'm gonna keep on writin' for the b**hes and thugs Whether white, black, or Yugoslavian Give me a drum beat, and we'll be partyin' I'm just like that, I ain't quittin' If the b**h is fine, then, huh, I'm spittin' Cause in a party I'm a horny muthaf**a Girls in tight jeans don't press your luck, cause I'll Step to ya like I already knew ya Shoot you to the telly then do ya Yeah, you know, The Mac is real retarded About as fonky as a fat man fartin' I don't slow down, I just speed up Ayo Mac Dre, fire the weed up Cause I really flow when my eyes get low Or I'm really, really juiced at a Mac Dre show Whatever the occasion, my eyes are red and fat 40 in hand, and best believe I said that Been an alcoholic since the age of thirteen Believe me my brotha, I'm a dope fiend I need Old E, that's my pipe My mouth is a flame, I heat up the mic And in a battle, I'm sure to scorch it And if you're really talkin' sh** then I'll straight up torch ya Me slow down? Huh, I'm from the V-town I'm bout to heat up, Cease, turn the beat up Now I'm shoutin' y'all and I'd like to thank y'all For comin' out, so fire up the dank y'all And blow the smoke out at the same time So I can get a 'tact while I'm spittin' my rhyme I'm outta here, but I'll be back Listen to this fonky a** drum track By The Mac, and don't you forget Fonky, fonky, fonky dope rhymes is what you get from [Chorus: The Mac] The M-A-C, The M-A-C Mac D-R-E, Mac D-R-E I'm The M-A-C, I'm the M-A-C Mac D-R-E, yo, he's Mac D-R-E And we out