I'm in Motion

I'm in, I'm in motion
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Peep game, I started like this
I'm nothin' fuckin' nice with the mic in my fist
Never slackin' when I'm mackin', get straight to the point
And always got my damn lighter to the mothafuckin' joint (I'm in motion)
Mac Dre, dope as you ever knew
Taxin' muthafuckas like Internal Revenue
Knockin' 'em off the top like it ain't no thang
Suckers can't hang with the way I slang (the way I slang)

Rhymes flow smooth like milk from a cup
Straight cussin' when I'm bustin' don't be givin' a fuck
'Cause there's no room for weak and soft ones
Square muthafuckas end up lost ones
I'm the type of brotha that you don't wanna see (don't wanna see)
Mobbin' on the S-T-A-G-E
Doper then a joint of that D-A-N-K
Got more soul then Kunta Kinte (Kunta Kinte)

Young playa', down for the mail
Even bustin' tapes when they put me in jail
Straight from the C-E double L
Nevertheless, funky fresh, boy, I'm never stale
Pumpin' your brain up with game gettin' groovy 'en
Doper then a key of that pure Peruvian
Uncut, dope as X-rated
Some hate it 'cause they can't relate

But I'm takin' out every time
'Cause sucka slayin' is a full-time job
Not one to brag, but to tell you the truth, mayne
I'm funkier than a locker room after a hoop game
To put it to you straight, I'm one nice dream
I'll make your brain, melt like ice cream
Givin' it to you just the way you like to be gave to
You never hear Dre do or say what they do

'Cause I'm no biter (I'm no biter), I'll just write a
Rap that caps on a young sucka that might a
Step outta line, dissin' a rhyme
Becomin' Mac Dre is like committin' a crime
I'll best the rest, but test the best
But nevertheless the funky fresh, rizaps
Makin' lots of snizaps
Suckas try to hang, I'll make a tape fizat

But some take no, try to throw those
Slightly dope raps, but I just show those
Suckas sudden death, I never slowly kill
Knockin' 'em off the box like Evander Holyfield
I can't be touched when I'm on the microphone
I'll make sucka MC's leave the mic alone (leave the mic alone)
One by one, they all bow down
And get riggidy romped out to this Mac Dre sound

Sometimes I cuss but whenever I bust
I keep the fans geeked, and they can't get enough (can't get enough)
Like a dope fiend hooked on the glass pipe (glass pipe)
Or an alcoholic hooked on the ack-right (ack-right)
My raps make love to your ear hole (ear hole)
It's the diggity dope shit you love to hear, ho (hear ho)

I'm in, I'm in, I'm in motion
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Saucey, yes, I got flava
When I'm fuckin' it up, man, nothin' can save ya
Droppin' the funky shit like a A double S hole
Romper room soldier comin' straight from the crest hoe (crest hoe)
Hotter then hot sauce, love to cock toss
Bitches get sprung when I'm gettin' my rocks off
'Cause I'm not the type that be bustin' quick ones
I like to hit the cock in all positions

From the back, or with the bitch on top
With young Mac Dre, mayne, it just don't stop
There ain't a piece of pussy that I can't get
Hoes on my dick like stank on shit
They just love they way, I T-A-L-K
"You're so saucey," is what they tell Dre
Then ten minutes later they be wantin' to G this
Jealous muthafuckas be hatin' to see this

Player haters try to salt me up
Doin' punk shit to fault me up
But that bullshit don't faze me
She's still sprung, and she still pays me
With the quickness, she ain't hesitant
Givin' up them dead presidents
That lovey-dovey shit I just can't get with
I charge hoes for this black big dick

Fly young tenders with lots of green
Be kickin' me down like a slot machine (slot machine)
Breakin' me off somethin' more than propper
Young Mac Dre's a cold cash clocker
Not the type of brother that be tastin' hoes (tastin' hoes)
I'm the type of nigga that be lacin' hoes (lacin' hoes)
'Cause the bitch ain't nothin' but five letters (five letters)
She don't kick down, then I sweat her (I sweat her)

Mack the bitch, crack the bitch, break her
She won't pay then, mayne, I shake her
'Cause money makes the world spin
Fuck a wife and a girlfriend
It's all about S-N-A-P-S
A bitch that's broke, just ain't fresh
Some niggas think they gotta pay
Fuck that shit, not Mac Dre (Mac Dre)

I'll tell 'em like this, it costs to toss me
'Cause ain't no bitch, that damn saucey
Hoes get sprung on the S-E-X
And don't hesitate givin' up the cheques

I'm, I'm in motion (givin' up the cheques)
I'm I'm in, I'm in motion (givin' up the cheques)
I'm, I'm in, I'm in motion
I'm in, I'm in motion (we still doin' it, mayne)
I'm in motion
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