Текст песни Mac Dre f Luni Coleone - Sac to the Boonies, слова песни Mac Dre f Luni Coleone

Текст песни Mac Dre f Luni Coleone - Sac to the Boonies

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(Mac Dre)It`s that California Livin`, Young Black BrothaBoatin` that `73 Chevrolet burnin` rubberrrrLike my nigga, Rich the FactNigga it`s the Mac in the back of the ‘LacSoakin` tact, big indo many clouds of smokeMake old school dance when I dip and yokeIt`s like M-A-C D-R-E Way up in KC with the boy ArbyYeah biatch, it`s presidentialOn the under chronic comin` through in a rentalI`m undetected, I come protectedTwo 4-4 pistols, a mask and vest biatchDown and dirty, the cuddies call me CurtyFrom Mark and Leonard to Howard Hurty?From Missouri don`t worry we keep it ragooeyMD and Luni, from Sac to the Boonies(Chorus)We gangsta niggas ready for some tensionFool we ain`t trippin` we tryin` to keep it pimpin`Pimpin` what does it mean?Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)(Luni)They call me Coleone thug real McCoyI`m a rider bout mine cuz trust ya boyGet shit crackin` like eggs in a pan on fryThis do or die lifestyle got my brain on highI hit the city streets mean mug, chip on my shoulderYoung punks they mug back but ain`t no balls in these soldiersI`m in the Mid-West, KC, N-O-K-CEvery show, every in-store the hoe framed meColeone (got game?) Hell yeah by the poundNiggas hate (On my name)Cuz they hoes crack smiles (What a shame)Pimp nigga how ya do that thereTalk a bitch up out her check book and the weave in her hairI bust rap cats in lips on a square ass niggaGetting grub in an old school with a dent in the fenderMe and Mac Dre bitch stayin` on our toesWhat, what, what, what they call me Coleone!We gangsta niggas ready for some tensionFool we ain`t trippin` we tryin` to keep it pimpin`Pimpin` what does it mean?Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)(Mac Dre)We global, travel the bubble duckin troubleDon`t make us get the bury body shovelWe vicious, dumpin` bodies in ditchesAnd runnin pimp game on these punk ass bitches(Luni Coleone)Yeah, I`m the mack of the year like placa bitchMy guys they drive by with the best of the clipColeone, young creeper flippin shit like chitlinsRagglin, scragglin, and cappin` I`ma handle my business (Mac Dre)We dog niggas, straight hog niggasWell connected and when we call niggasIt goes down, down, bodies bein` foundGangsta mack shit that`s how we clown(Luni Coleone)And we down, like 4 flex on a fucked up hooptyBig bread and get big head from a fine ass hoochieThey call me, nah fuck it can`t waste my timeNuts hangin like cellulite on yo` grandma`s thighsWe gangsta niggas ready for some tensionFool we ain`t trippin` we tryin` to keep it pimpin`Pimpin` what does it mean?Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)

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