Mac Dre - Shakin' The Feds lyrics

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(feat. Goldie)

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]

I Drink Heem, And Smoke Green Grass Everyday

And Love to Play In My Clean Ass Chevrolet

Gas Break Dip Down The Strip In a Foor Door

With Four Hoes, That Touch Mo' Bread Than Togos

No Hobos, I Fuck With Cream-Of-The-Croppers

Head Doctors With Choppers And Bomb Ass Coppers

Orville Redenbacher Couldn't Be More Butter

I Spit These P's When I Knock Her

Ima Pimp I Don't Love Her

Undercover, I Do It Under Your Nose

I Hit A Lick On Your Partner With One Of Your Hoes

Im Runnin' With Those Thug Niggas And Drug Dealas That Bug Niggas That Got Skrilla Im Godzilla Cha-Chilla

It's What Is In My Hoes, Cause I Make'em Do Illegal Shit To Get My Dough

Slit My Throat, If You Ever See Me Fakin'

I Betta Be Tendin' To This Pimpin' And Money Makin

[Chorus: x2]

Rollers on Andre But They Can't Catch Him Slippin'

Yokin' It Up Smokin' It Up

He's Rollin In The 7-Tre Gas Break Dippin'

Shakin' The Feds Makin' The Bread Ching-Ching

[Verse 2: Goldie]

I Drink 211 And Smoke On Bomb Til' It's Gone

Then Drop A Hits With The Mac-A-The-Dre From Night Til' The Morn

It's on So Start Your Livin It (Boom Boom)

Man I See The Niggas Sippin'(Whoa Wha)

Lustin' For Women Thats Been Suckin' N Fuckin' Him'n Them'n

Me I Jus Sav It Up Been Goin' To Hookers Pass The Buck

Master Deluxe Make A Trick Make Money Ass Up

But If The Hoe Don't Listen Then Im Pullin Her Partner Friends

Who Got Some Ends To Spend Nigga Look Im In It To Win By All Means

Cause This Rappin' Ain't Payin' For My G's

I Could Resort To Jackin' And Slayin' But That Won't Burn

I Know These Poodles Wanna See Me In Shackles

Because I Roll With Killas And Dealas, Hyenas And Jackals You Say You Dealin' With Network

Cut-Throat Every Nigga Laugh

Rushin' These Hoes Catch Elbows And Jabs

We In The Lab Where It Don't Stop

It's K-I-Gig You Can See Me Checkin' Chins Servin' Dome Shots Smoke Style

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Mac Dre]

It's The Big Dog Head Coach Im That Nigga

Got My Hand On My Gun And My Finger On The Trigga

Playin' With My Sav Toys Running From The Bad Boys

(Trippin') Lossing Control, I Never Had Poise

Rugged And Real, Lovin' This Spiel

Game To My Folks, Hang With My Folks, Swang With My Folks

Drunk Fucked Up Off 151, Beat My Beezy Up And Say "What Have I Done"

Gorilla Pimp, Behind The Tent Gettin' Bent

On The Savage Ask Why "I Was Collectin' My Rent"

The Mac Guy, Triple Stack Guy

Killin' Them Suckas That Give The Rap Game A Black Eye

Roll The Weed Up, Somebody Turn The Beat Up

While I Continue To Spit Relax And Kick Your Feet Up

Mac Game So Cold I Make Your Nose Runny

Mac Dre So Cold Takin' Hoes Money

[Chorus x2]

Thanks to Joe for correcting these lyrics