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Mac Dre, I'm one nice dream And I'll make your brain melt like ice cream Chorus 2x I'm Livin' It, distribute it The streets are inhibited By cut throat niggas just like me that out there getting dividends Verse 2 I always feel like somebody's watching me But aint droppin' me or poppin' me or stoppin' me Got animosity For the way these. Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina's I be the cleanest when I step into the arena Committing felonies, $#email protected some misdimeanors.

Credits
release date: 2001-11-20
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta
length: 3:39

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Mac Dre Music

[Verse 1]
Dream, scheme thats what I tell bitches
These punk niggas get pressed like twelve inches
I smell stinches, I been in the trenches
But they're still staring in my grill like dentures
I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's
Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina's
I be the cleanest when I step into the arena
Committing felonies, fuck some misdimeanors
Have you seen her? She ran off renegadin'
She tried to juice me, but aint no lemonadin'
Or eliminating, I be the last man standing
Sharp like Shannon, Rich like Gannon
I'm four deep at Brandons, and they aint understanding
I do a J.R. Ewing, or Knots Landing
Mac Dre, I'm one nice dream
And I'll make your brain melt like ice cream
[Chorus 2x]
I'm Livin' It, distribute it
The streets are inhibited
By cut throat niggas just like me that out there getting dividends
[Verse 2]
I always feel like somebody's watching me
But aint droppin' me or poppin' me or stoppin' me
Got animosity
For the way these notches be
Constantly, Jockin' me
But fail to pay me properly
I'm Stuck up in the clouds high velocity
Gone off that brocoli, and every hoe that I could see
I'm steady poppin' P, Its like rockin' D
I put the whamy on it nigga now I'm clockin' G's
More than Monopoly, boy this a knockin' beat
More game than Socrates, the champ boy when I compete
That constant be, poppin' E
When I drop a hee, its a knock when I drop boy and rock the beat
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
The turntables might wobble but they wont fall down
Its on, back hooked with Mac Mall now
We stack tall now, dope as raw pile
Pow, listen to that faggot scream OW
We gon' leave him leaking in the middle of the isle
Now they're wondering how to explain it to his child
Drunk with a smile, while staggering
Poppin' at a beezy, so I can have her in
A strip club, its uh... natin
Black, caucasion and even Asian
I'm leaving taste in her mouth, blowing ace in her house
To the face in her house, is you safe in her house?
[Chorus 4x]

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ah yeah, this is Mac Dre back in your face
(California)
I got my homeboy Coolie in the place
(California)
kick back, let us tell you about...
this California lifestyle that I live,
woofers in the truck straight slammin',
strike it through the neighborhood jammin',
where you could drop the top, or blow the brains,
hit in the intersection and do some things,
passin' up folks with a gang of yolks,
smooth, thick legs, no pantyhose,
silky perms and dookie braids,
brothers with curls, some with bangs,
have parties rock, way past three,
players straight sip on Hennessey
high street chasers, Chevy racers,
having sex in the strangest places,
Nike shoes, Levi's jeans,
triple gold Daytons and ------------,
some on vocals, some on leads,
brothers like me rap to the beat,
dual exhaust, candy paint,
fat bank and gang a dank,
never on time, always late,
on the Bay Bridge or the Golden Gate,
if you wanna live on the best coast,
you better try to move to the west coast,
well, life is too short and the game is thick,
home of the Mac, and group of your chicks,
where brothers stay on the savage grind,
kids with the freak when they find the time,
the C-A-L-I-F-O-R ... N-I-A rap superstar,
dose for dose, I love to spit,
and for the dank, I love to hit it,
hold me in, so it can choke me,
when I get dank, it will provoke me,
just bust a rhyme, do the mike,
a west coast rap, the kind you like,
from V-A-double L-E-J-O,
well, makin' dope raps is all I know,
wake up in the morning, eat some grits,
hit the studio, make some hits,
now that you've been told about,
what you rap fans get sold about,
one million copies, or even more,
I'm pumpin' dope rhymes to the record store,
yeah fool, you hear me spittin',
tellin' you about that California livin',
(California livin')
(California livin')
Mac Dre: oh yeah, I got my friend Coolie in the house...
he's gonna bust one.
Coolie: yeah, what time they allow C-double O-L on this microphone? goes like this...
kickin' it up everyday, tryin' to make it through,
stackin' a bank, pullin' women and I'll take two,you wanna be down with this California lifestyle,
proof is with the child, now livin' wild,
in the streets of California you better be packin',
now watch your back, into the back is jackin',
the wind breeze, blowin' through the trees,
and I'm still gettin' attacked at a hundred degrees,
sings so hard on the avenue,
from L.A. to the Bay, brothers stay comin' through,
and Benzes, Porsches, Fives, and things,
dropped cool -------, whipped up things,
gold chains and bowls, candy paint and the kitty,
-------, talk about lips,
some of the best females ever seen,
straight California skanks, out for your dreams,
in the gold state, livin' way too real, fool,
and if you soft, you best be cool,
to the double R, all my time is gettin',
Coolie on Mac Dre, California livin',
(California livin')
(California livin')
(California livin')
(California livin')
Coolie: ah yeah, Mac Dre, we're smokin' california livin' on 'em,
(California livin')
what's up my rap gangs?
(California livin')
ah yeah, that's dope,
check it out, let's put a little somethin' like this...
somethin' like this, check it out...
1-2-3-(3) California livin' it up,
girls be givin' it up,
kickin' back on the track,
with a some Hen. in your cup,
it's a twelve month party,
so when you see me on stage with Lat and Marty,
get out your seat and feel the beat,
peel the freak and don't stop 'til seas kills the feet,
on the California coast we pop the most,
and dose for dose let's spit the dough,
on the w-e-s-t c-o-a-s-t,
it's young Mac Dre from the c-r-e-s-t,
down and dirty, doin' things,
only players can do,
straight California livin' is what I'm sayin' to you,
ridin', sidin', whipin', dippin',
24/7 the brotha ain't trippin',
Mac Dre, the one you like to listen to,
nationwide and now I'm offensive, too,
put a little swing in the rap game,
and come up strong for the Mac man,
(Mac Dre boy)
(for the Mac man)
(Mac - Mac)
(for the Mac man)
(Mac Dre boy