Rasheed, South Park Mexican, Baby Bash - Mac God lyrics
[Rasheed, South Park Mexican, Baby Bash - Mac God lyrics]
I wake up early to the
Sticky green on the indonesia
Give back to the day, the puff, the pint
All at my leisure pleasure and pain
Give and take it's all the same
So many rotten forgotten up
In this dirty game
I flip a solo to scope to your open pupils
Stated neutral
Weeded up from the indo strupals
They bust they pistols at my
Click but they miss
So being that this is ghetto treason
G's up in this hatin season
Through all this anonmosity I
Keep it playalistic lay your balistic
How to make it and I get it twisted
You repo what you sold
But if you keep it low pro
No pis-tol, you bound to gain the heat bro
Apropriate buisness, associates is a must
Just don't get stuck in the dust
And never have no trust
Lust them, never love a hoe
Leave em when they pay
Looks can be decieving, please
Believe everything I say
Gotta get your game and paper right
The Mac God yo
Stay on your toes all day and night
And then he said and never ever love a hoe
The Mac God yo
Watch for the state and the federal
And then he said
Well I woke up with tears in my eyes
I knew I was finna be player baptised
He led me to the path
Blessing me with holy water
Then he introduced me to
His fluffy green daughter
Her name was Mary Jane
Very same girl I met when I was ten
But, I never let her in
Cuz I wasn't ready then
But now your boy's a player prophet
Mac God you been so gracious
You tightened up my laces then you
Dealt me those four aces
It was all crystal clear like vodka
I knew she was my girl since
Then first day I robbed her
Eighty seven elbows, sell those
Share holds like Melrose
Cell phones be ringing in my stingin
Who the hell knows
Bring those pop, shoo-be do-wop like hot lead
Cuz I'm a pothead, I'll quit when I drop dead
Pop said I ran him out the
Crib when I was three
I been a g since the third day
That me eyes began to see
Livin life in the world of a pirahna
Goin through drama with baby mama
Keepin a player persona
Listenin to them old timers criminal grimer
Cervesa ain't as good as bomber
Hey no need to rush young g
Go ahead and take a comma
You gots to whirl up in
Your hands with some marijuana
Don't worry bout mama
Just keep your focus on your dollars
Don't be so quick to judge what we do
Cuz everyday them haters are just
Waitin to hit you
And I won't even mention you gots
The killers on a regular basis
Smiling faces
At the same time ploting on giving you cases
You wanna roll through there
All with your lady
But regardless you still gotta
Raise the babies
And I'ma be the first one to tell
You not to love these hoes
But love your mama, and the though Lord knows
And actually women be hounding me
From state to state guess thats part of the
Being platinum player paid
Sticky green on the indonesia
Give back to the day, the puff, the pint
All at my leisure pleasure and pain
Give and take it's all the same
So many rotten forgotten up
In this dirty game
I flip a solo to scope to your open pupils
Stated neutral
Weeded up from the indo strupals
They bust they pistols at my
Click but they miss
So being that this is ghetto treason
G's up in this hatin season
Through all this anonmosity I
Keep it playalistic lay your balistic
How to make it and I get it twisted
You repo what you sold
But if you keep it low pro
No pis-tol, you bound to gain the heat bro
Apropriate buisness, associates is a must
Just don't get stuck in the dust
And never have no trust
Lust them, never love a hoe
Leave em when they pay
Looks can be decieving, please
Believe everything I say
Gotta get your game and paper right
The Mac God yo
Stay on your toes all day and night
And then he said and never ever love a hoe
The Mac God yo
Watch for the state and the federal
And then he said
Well I woke up with tears in my eyes
I knew I was finna be player baptised
He led me to the path
Blessing me with holy water
Then he introduced me to
His fluffy green daughter
Her name was Mary Jane
Very same girl I met when I was ten
But, I never let her in
Cuz I wasn't ready then
But now your boy's a player prophet
Mac God you been so gracious
You tightened up my laces then you
Dealt me those four aces
It was all crystal clear like vodka
I knew she was my girl since
Then first day I robbed her
Eighty seven elbows, sell those
Share holds like Melrose
Cell phones be ringing in my stingin
Who the hell knows
Bring those pop, shoo-be do-wop like hot lead
Cuz I'm a pothead, I'll quit when I drop dead
Pop said I ran him out the
Crib when I was three
I been a g since the third day
That me eyes began to see
Livin life in the world of a pirahna
Goin through drama with baby mama
Keepin a player persona
Listenin to them old timers criminal grimer
Cervesa ain't as good as bomber
Hey no need to rush young g
Go ahead and take a comma
You gots to whirl up in
Your hands with some marijuana
Don't worry bout mama
Just keep your focus on your dollars
Don't be so quick to judge what we do
Cuz everyday them haters are just
Waitin to hit you
And I won't even mention you gots
The killers on a regular basis
Smiling faces
At the same time ploting on giving you cases
You wanna roll through there
All with your lady
But regardless you still gotta
Raise the babies
And I'ma be the first one to tell
You not to love these hoes
But love your mama, and the though Lord knows
And actually women be hounding me
From state to state guess thats part of the
Being platinum player paid