| You crash-helmet wearin' heffer |
| You turf-dirt tramp |
| You Sack-chasin ass cunt |
| Bathwaterless bitch |
| Whats up with it ho, tell me whats it all about? |
| Seems 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 sport up on sling and neck brace |
| Word to OJ and my nigga Ike Turner |
| If that ho don’t know her role them ima learn her (learn her?) |
| Sessed 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 femenists sayin' |
| «a real man would never put his hands on a woman» |
| But a punk-bitch ain’t no lady |
| They shifty and shady |
| Crooked 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! |
| Now to understand a mac-a-fram-a-lama |
| You must first know the lingo |
| Comprehend the grammar |
| Feel me when I flow, learn what I’m lacin' |
| Mac, I master 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 |
| She’s runnin like a reindeer |
| No playin' here, it’s mackin' fo real |
| Packin' a steal, stackin' the scrill |
| So if you happen to feel kinda pimperistic |
| You got the furly ghost in ya |
| You feelin' my linguistics |
| Don’t get it twisted |
| Lets keep this on the up and up |
| Pimp the Blood up out her if she out there fuckin' up |
| It’s time to toughin up and do this cutt-thoatish |
| Them Mac-a-fram-a-lama niggaz is the coldest! |
| Oops upside yo head |
| Keep poppin' off at the grill and imma beat you like a egg |
| See your brother’s a punk and your daddy’s a 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 that Crest side clan |
| Wont tell you check yourself cause I got it |
| A tested method to get a bitch back in pocket |
| See one of my my breezys start to bumpin' them gums |
| A mac black out, and get to goin' on one |
| And I don’t give a fuck let the police come |
| Lets split 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 |