Mackanese
Palm trees swayin
Real LAyin
Nah
Yeah
Nowadays I don't let niggas talk
You gotta show me or I just won't get involved
Put money where your mouth is I'ma show you what it really cost
Cuz ain't no countin' hunnids if the vision sum like 50 off
And
You can't go silent on the mission ain't no missin' calls
Been 007
Since back in 07
I made the bond to do it no question
I'm strivin' for excellence
My diction dipictin' the eloquence
And I still ain't reach my limits
These niggas best work is the shit I never finished
I been making shit shake with the purple I'm sliding like grimace
Thinkin' I'm an LA fan it just ain't much to cop a ticket
Meet me at the lake her staple is giving me the business
Let's suit up for the occasion then get right back to the chicken
Sunset golden shinin' her eyes sparkle back at me
Mesmerized by her highness, I would love to be her Majesty
Passing me Florida Orange she know not to roll up no grabba leaf
Grabbing me casually
I can't make this up she speak mackanese
She said I got what you need the satisfaction's guaranteed
Now the Neighbors think we cookin' it sound we makin' mac and cheese
Everyday I wake it's sweet 'cause it's all about mentality
I'm just showing off my peace like I'm hangin' in the gallery
Shit, burner on me exercise my rights I'm countin' calories
Turnin' on me don't get caught in traffic you a casualty
I'm all about my duckets the bucket the color passion peach
She asked me baby why you so playa? baby stop asking me
Now this bitch cryin' somebody get her a napkin please
The agony
Oh now she mad at me
Said I'm a savage
You knew what you was dealin' with when I delivered this package
Took a bite out ya apple bitch that's the mack in me who better
Shit I'm from that new era guarantee it ain't no cappin
Shit all of my dawgs round of applause watch 'em clap for me
All of these broads up in the bleachers screamin' after me
Game over, leave her wall-less nigga just ask Rasheed
Got ghost after I smacked her under them casper sheets
Ah shit I'm rufflin' feathers
You under the weather
The sunny the better
My sunnies cost about a stack or three
I told ya if she grinnin' she gone
Bitch, give me ya phone
Killed another cat for being curious there goes my casualties
Shit
I told a bitch ain't no lack in me
Shit
Said I told a bitch ain't no slack in me
Yeah
That's just the Mack in me baby
(Luh baybeee)
Yeah
Everyday I wake it's sweet
I'm just showin' off my peace
Real LAyin
Nah
Yeah
Nowadays I don't let niggas talk
You gotta show me or I just won't get involved
Put money where your mouth is I'ma show you what it really cost
Cuz ain't no countin' hunnids if the vision sum like 50 off
And
You can't go silent on the mission ain't no missin' calls
Been 007
Since back in 07
I made the bond to do it no question
I'm strivin' for excellence
My diction dipictin' the eloquence
And I still ain't reach my limits
These niggas best work is the shit I never finished
I been making shit shake with the purple I'm sliding like grimace
Thinkin' I'm an LA fan it just ain't much to cop a ticket
Meet me at the lake her staple is giving me the business
Let's suit up for the occasion then get right back to the chicken
Sunset golden shinin' her eyes sparkle back at me
Mesmerized by her highness, I would love to be her Majesty
Passing me Florida Orange she know not to roll up no grabba leaf
Grabbing me casually
I can't make this up she speak mackanese
She said I got what you need the satisfaction's guaranteed
Now the Neighbors think we cookin' it sound we makin' mac and cheese
Everyday I wake it's sweet 'cause it's all about mentality
I'm just showing off my peace like I'm hangin' in the gallery
Shit, burner on me exercise my rights I'm countin' calories
Turnin' on me don't get caught in traffic you a casualty
I'm all about my duckets the bucket the color passion peach
She asked me baby why you so playa? baby stop asking me
Now this bitch cryin' somebody get her a napkin please
The agony
Oh now she mad at me
Said I'm a savage
You knew what you was dealin' with when I delivered this package
Took a bite out ya apple bitch that's the mack in me who better
Shit I'm from that new era guarantee it ain't no cappin
Shit all of my dawgs round of applause watch 'em clap for me
All of these broads up in the bleachers screamin' after me
Game over, leave her wall-less nigga just ask Rasheed
Got ghost after I smacked her under them casper sheets
Ah shit I'm rufflin' feathers
You under the weather
The sunny the better
My sunnies cost about a stack or three
I told ya if she grinnin' she gone
Bitch, give me ya phone
Killed another cat for being curious there goes my casualties
Shit
I told a bitch ain't no lack in me
Shit
Said I told a bitch ain't no slack in me
Yeah
That's just the Mack in me baby
(Luh baybeee)
Yeah
Everyday I wake it's sweet
I'm just showin' off my peace
Credits
Writer(s): La'marr Collins Jr., Roy Handy
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