funniest video ever i made it it makes me laugh my ass off everytime.
http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module​=see&lang=uk&code=14f6304b21819fbac41f0d7fbad7d19a

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbH2lRVJHJY

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Booze

Boxing

Cars

Money

Graphing..

Music..

Cops ... Crack ....
Whores
... SMOKE MORE BITCH LESS



[Mac Dre]
Since I was a young buck my mackin was cool
I used to tongue-kiss girls in the back of the school
And maybe sometime a nigga got mo' than a kiss
I put my finger in some puss that smelled like piss
And as I reminisce, huh, it's kinda funny
How I talked little girls out they lunch money
They didn't run from me, they used to jock young Dre
Then I stepped up game and got some cock one day
It was a bloody mess and yes, tight as some vice grips
But I was a little nigga killin some tight shit
Tossed, turned and started fuckin her few friends
Cause she told two friends and they told two friends
And word got out that young Dre could fuck good
Then I bumped a bitch who could fuck and suck good
And after that cock was nothin to me
So I flipped the script and stopped fuckin for free
Every bitch I dicked down, had to kick down
Whoever I tossed up, had to cough up
Young in the game, mayn, but quick to learn
That money makes this world turn
So I peep game, pop that thang
And let fools know how I got that name
Mac Dre, boy

(Mac Dre, boy)

[Mac Dre]
I used to creep on Crest streets with a tight mask on
Posted, toasted, gettin my cash on
Strapped with a gat and a bottle of Hen though
Orange zig zags and big bags of that Endo
I pushed pebbles to the midnight hour
24-7 same clothes, no shower
Dopesacks smellin like nutsacks, but fuck it
I was checkin ducats, collect in buckets
But now I'm fresh out the pen with a chip on my shoulder
And out of the motor my blood runs much colder
Somebody told a fed I was in the mix
Hittin licks, nigga, ain't that a bitch
I make raps, stay far from saps
Checks my traps and collect my snaps
The Country Club Crest is where I got this game
And rappin on the mic is how I got that name


REST IN PEACE MAC DRE

(EDI I)
Now you don' heard a lot of talk about me and my NIGGAZ//
Them outlaw world-wide mobb FIGGAZ//
From triumph to TRAGEDY//
To right back on top, and niggaz still MAD AT ME//
For pushin that big truck on 24'S//
A square feat in ATL GAINED MY DOUGH//
Man dats what my nigga GOT SHOT FOR//
bein to motha fuckin RAW for dis FOOT BALLERS//
See the darkness see the light he wanna FEEL IT//
Misery loves company and that's the REAL SHIT//
But in 2005 im on some KILL SHIT//
Four niggaz sneak upon me and PEAL THIS//
I'm takin a stand with MAC in HAND//
Born Killa, Like them niggaz in PAKISTAN//
It's simple, gotta git em FORE' I DIE//
Like the old west NOW WE LOW TEX THE RIDE//

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
Now your baby dun became a G.
When i'm out in them streets
the only one that got me is me.
I keep my hand upon my heat.
Cause you know mama,
you didn't raise no bitch
so if a nigga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk.

(YOUNG NOBLE)
Everyday is a new CHALLENGE//
I'm a SAVAGE in my new BALANCE//
A lot of rappers, but not enough RAW TALENT//
Blame the machine but fuck it i'm a HUSTLA BITCH//
(So we start our own label, sellin' BRICKS LEGIT)//
Power to the PEOPLE//
A lot of power in my PENCIL//
We da hope for the HOPELESS//
The voice for the VOICELESS//
Outlaw soliers, we still in the GAME//
(Years later, lost members but the feelin the SAME)//
Straight from the HEART//
we makin ah MARK//
Live for the day dont wait for TOMMOROW//
Hatas gettin THEY WRONG//
I seen the sweet RAPS street WRAP//
Rounda tough with some NIGGAZ//
I seen preachers put religion in the roughs of some NIGGAZ//
(They say gansgtaz dont live that LONG)//
Too many turned COLD//
Thats fucked up puttin cuffs on your FOLKS//
COINCIDENTAL the outlawz INSTRUMENTAL//
And raisin a thug nation we INFLUENTIAL//

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
Now your baby dun became a G.
When i'm out in them streets
the only one that got me is me.
I keep my hand upon my heat.
Cause you know mama,
you didn't raise no bitch
so if a nigga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk.

(KASTRO)
Yea, My mother aint made NO SUCKA//
Raised in the GUTTA//
I'm a made MOTHA FUCKA//
All I know is get paid MOTHA FUCKA//
All day MOTHA FUCKA//
One way or ANOTHA//
And aint no body no where that can STOP ME//
Call me COCKY you tennis im HOCKEY//
Mix a little bit of PAC and YAKI, with black ROCKY, and my POPS you got me//
REAL TALK, I never took a STROLL//
Unless it was SUPPORT//
Im stressin aint my THOUGHTS//
And I walk these DOGS im a SOLDIER//
dontcha wanna be like me, when YOU GROW UP?//
A man of HONER, COME ON//
Good KARMA//
Niggaz want DRAMA, I got the problem SOLVA//
Big ass CIG, THATS THAT SHIT//
push the bully, that a fully AUTOMATIC//

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
Now your baby dun became a G.
When i'm out in them streets
the only one that got me is me.
I keep my hand upon my heat.
Cause you know mama,
you didn't raise no bitch
so if a nigga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk.

[Mac Dre]
You white around the mouth
Your lips need car-mex
I'm steady jumpin' out more whips than Car Max
I'm rock star stooey wit the Louie guitar strap
Get weeded not conceded
Give a groupie a call back
I'm all that and a bag a chips dude
Got fists dude
Beat downs get issued
I'm rich dude
TV's and errythang
Diamond's shinin', danglin' from my heavy chain
Very plain, and I come dumb wit it
Your soft, hand it off, let a real nigga run wit it
I'm dumb fitted, shitted, P-O-L-O
Your chick's a flirt
She always tell me "hello"
She shake it like jello to see if I'm a look
She off the hook
And potna I'm a crook
I take your bitch if I want her
Cuss up on her
Bust nuts on her

[Chorus: Mac Dre]
Handcuff your bitch (handcuff the bitch)
If you really love her (if you really love her)
Handcuff your bitch (handcuff the bitch)
If you really love her (if you really love her)
Handcuff your bitch (handcuff the bitch)
If you really love her (if you really love her)
Handcuff your bitch
Handcuff your bitch
Handcuff your bitch
If you love your bitch

[Mac Mall]
Shackles on the ankle of a fast ho, let her go
Baby boo boo fan of Macenroe at every show
Chasey want an autograph
I gave her dick to the throat
Signed it on her grill
"MAC THE MOST" in capitals
Internationally known
Crestside home grown
Game fed, hard head
Three C's, stoned dome
Let the games begin
Let the mackin' commence
Thizz is in the tilt
And we all ignorant
But later for you hater
Y'all make a good payer
Yo bitch is old news
I get it back when I had the gator
But now it's me and Macassi
Servin' it up savagely
Mac Magician specializin'
Keepin' hoes vanishin' POOF!












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