Mac Dre

Mac Dre - Nothin' Correctable lyrics

rate me

Yeah man, young Mac Dre

I pops it boy, I pops it big

[Verse One]

It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push

On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss

I've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels

Not never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills

And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many

Drink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi

M-A-C-D-R-E, that's me

Like 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee

To all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama

Rodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama

I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas

Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma

Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts

Don't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch

But they respect it if not they get rejected

I'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected

[Chorus x2]

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I'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato

Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal

Warm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable

[Verse Two]

I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers

Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders

Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies

And when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me

Baby do me is all them hutches holler

I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada

More game than keno, down to trips to reno

Sippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino

C-note stacka' pack a P-89

Love group sex take 'em three at a time

And boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey

Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray

Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare

You know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player

Resurrected double R elected

Haters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected

[Chorus x2]

[Verse Three]

Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real

About my scrill got to pay my bills

Boy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid

Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy

Busting out like tities in a bra that's too small

Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall

Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay

I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)

Been rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis

Rompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis

I'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny

Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny

Raping pockets I get mine however it come

Boy I get dumb about my income

Mac furly up early sippin' X-O

Nothing correctable; nigga you know

[Chorus x2]

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