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Mac Dre Be About Yo Doe Here are the song lyrics for Be About Yo Doe by Mac Dre. For more excellent Mac Dre lyrics, run a search! Typed by: imperial707@yahoo.com -Mac Dre- I'm the kind of nigga that'll come through and yoke on you Burnin rubber in the shitnell, with the 4-0-2 Dippin, dashin, smashin Through the traffic Smokin, chokin, hopin, I rap it Cuz my candy's look wet, three coats of clear Miami's on deck with three quartes of beer Clownin all the freaks but he still gets jocked Bouncin in the seat while the 15's knock I'm dipped in butter everybody jocks my style Cal hat pulled down to my eyebrow Polo geared down I'm in her ear now Stealin it, she's feelin it, its all clear now One more hoe, on my team I'm a pimp homeboy, what do you mean Its all about scrilla in the land of thugs and killers Gangstas, pimps, players, and drug dealers Chorus 2x If you, wanna fuck with me Be about yo doe, I gots to have doe I just want to let you know Its 2 in the morning and I'm still chasin cash Other niggaz in the club, still chasin ass Fuck theezat I'm all about my screezatch I got my fishing pole out trying to ceezatch A big fish, I'm hungary, need a big bitch I'ma bump a bitch with the quickness Boy its just pimpin in my blood Bitches, they all give him love The Mac name Dre bitch, take it easy You fuckin wit a street nigga thats greasy I'll buck yo brotha, fuck yo motha Keep it on the DL, its all undercover I'm a hustler bitch, I pull capers I only fuck with thugs that get paper Chips, chedda, scrilla, real niggaz, killaz, and drug dealers Chorus 2x 24 hours, 7 days a week I do my thug thang, playin in them streets But the game I play really aint no joke Come around my way and you might get smoked Bullet proof vest's, Chevy SS's Come through in a bucket The next day in a Lexus It's a ghetto life I don't have no wife Boy I'm married to the game and I handle my Business, I'm in this for the money not the honey Square bitches spooked, they all run from me Dummy, bitch, if you knew better, you do better I'ma stay on bitch back like new sweaters Mac Dre baby Quit talkin crazy When you get about some money Its all gravy Ask my last bitch square, that's all realla I only fuck with pimps, killaz and drug dealers Chorus 2x
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