PRINCE PAUL - Macula's Theory lyrics

rate me

(feat. Big Daddy Kane)

[Count Mackula/Big Daddy Kane]

Aight, tell me this

If you got thirty-six prostitutes and thirty cents in your pocket

What you got?

Proof that hoes come a dime a dozen baby

Uh huh, yeah

I mastered the craft on the way to keep em strung

The niggaz wanna keep my name from off they girls' tongue

So many brag and boast and like to play high quotes

Always promisin Thomas' and can't cook toast

Thinkin that the mackin game is just a fashion show

Not realizin that the rulers get the cash and go

Pull up a chair young and notice that the lesson that I'm tellin

How To Be A Player better than Bill Bellamy

My tongue commits the felony, here's how I gotcha

To do the things your momma told you not ta, I shot ya

Collect as much product as my mouth'll get

And plus I keep my game in order like the alphabet

Mister spectacular, better known as Mackula

Actors pimpin, a Legend just like an Acura

I lay down the law at the door moment that I get wit her

The female predator, etcetera etcetera

Better to come on in, the Hustle's good so why Knock It

Then watch the way I lock it, straight ballin, corner pocket

[Chorus]

Anything goes when it comes to hoes cuz pimpin ain't easy

("What you see is what you get")

Anything goes when it comes to hoes cuz pimpin ain't easy

("Mackula, he done struck again")

You stepped into the playin field, I don't know what you're thinkin

Cuz game can smell game, and right now you're ass is stinkin

Makin my presence known, see I only do it vague

Nowadays, playahating's goin around just like the plague

By re-gardless, I'm on some play-hard shit

My body's used to all them, I was on the graveyard shift

Survival of the fittest, now all you niggaz try to get this

While y'all makin love, I'm makin love into a business

Now, what's the matter, no confidence within your data?

I seen you trippin since I first started lookin at her

And if she peak, you know that she'll creep

And if you sleep, then that'll be just one you won't keep, uh

Now boy you know you need your ass whipped

For holdin on her hand as if you're goin on some first grade class trip

You feel unable, to keep her in your stable

As she listens to the bubbly that's poppin at the next table

Life's finer things, victory is mine again

You're tryin to win, but got to come way better than those Hieneken's

She feel amazed by the game that I be using

And now she choosin

And you done came up as the one that's losin

The smooth crimin-al as I muscle in

Grand theft hustlin, Mackula, he done struck again

"Oh Lord!"