[spoken] Trust me bro. Look. I know you're in the building, rapper. Studios are always in buildings, man. They're not outside! (Give a speech.) [rap]
You got a beautiful face Sitting on the roof of the factory high There's a blood orange moon in the strawberry sky To come home soon is the wish and
I know a girl that blows weed smoke in her newborn baby's face She swears that he loves the taste I know a guy that gets drunk til his ass can't stand
, and cracked out dopamines, where everybody'y looking for an ocean scene, where 'Pac and Biggie are passe cuz back home, we speak in terms of Mac Dre
Beer! Makes us fired up! So come on, drink it all night long! Slam it girl! Slam it girl! Slam it girl! Slam it girl! Slam it girl! Where's the marching
This is not going to be easily understood. you have to pay very very close attention to the story, and hopefully youll be able to get the meaning out
Fake laughter Fake laughter Fake laughter Yeah, it's funny isn't it I'm a dark storm cloud that's floatin' over top of suburbia I''ll bust, if you act
We got another pub anthem This song right here, is about makin out with somebody And never talkin to them again (laughter) And basically, how jealousy
(Mac lethal) Yo! Yo! eh yo a yo a yo! Yo! Yo! eh yo a yo a yo! Yo! YO! Yo! (shut up.) (fucker) Innovative one, call me the creative one
This is the worst thing I've ever seen in my life (Our elected representatives are the frontlines of making the decisions about the war we're waging
"oh my girlfriend left me. I don't like it" These girls ain't bitches, the world's just vicious And love's not pretty it's a sickness, bitches (Mac
my teeth in if I act goofy Birthday cakes in the shape of a Uzi Wakes me up like, "Let's get paid" Beams with blades on her Escalade Every morning yelling, "Mac
Dude, I'm starting to realize it's not my fault that I can't have a good time when I go out. When I leave the house for that matters. Yo. For the chicks
I've never been a slave to a whole lot except staring at the hands on the old clock around and around we go til one day right from the ground we grow
[Verse 1] Live from the working class trash bin Where I'm surrounded by tax payers and soon-to-be has-beens Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense
(feat. Approach) [Man Talking] "And here's another hi-fi collectors item with a heart warming story" [Verse 1: Approach, Mac Lethal] The vibe of the
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