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letra de fonky situation - mac dre

[intro: miami the most]
yeah, this miami, one more gin
looie crew related
and uh, i’ma tell y’all what real funk is
when you k!ll a motherf-cker
keep the body for about three or four days, then smell it
then you handled your business
mac dre, introduce these n-ggas to some funk, man

[verse 1: mac dre]
chillin’ at a house party, me and my 40
chokin’ off dank rolled up in a pierogi
cot everywhere, i mean the b-tches was at that
i’m peepin’ the scene seeing who i’m a mac at
this b-tch walked in lookin real prizznity
with no hesitation, i step to the brizznity
said, “how you doin’, baby, can i spit at you?
saucy young tender, can i get at you?”
she musta recognized the potent pimpin’ on sight
’cause she was jockin’ md for the rest of the night
we smoked dank, and drank tanqueray
i said, “baby, are you sure you can hang with dre?”
with the party still poppin’ we shook the spot
cut to my brougham and i took the cot
for 25 minutes md was shovin’ it
she was screamin’ my name and i could tell she was lovin’ it
c-ck was thrusted, nuts was busted
in this no good b-tch that some n-gga trusted
pulled up my pants and she put on some lipstick
went back in the party feelin’ pimperistic
i couldn’t help but notice that this n-gga was starin’
i thought he was trippin’ off the clothes i was wearin’
but, he stepped to md and said, “what’s up, punk?
you been f-ckin’ my b-tch and now i want some funk”
i said, “i’m not with the drama so you can save the theatrical
i macked on your b-tch ’cause she appeared to be mackable”
but instead of this n-gga being real on a playa
he took a step back and tried to steal on a playa
i said, “look fool, n0body smashes dre
i throw these thangs like young cassius clay”
with one blow, i sent the punk to the flo’
and said, “get your ass up if you want some more”
these n-ggas ran up, they musta been his crew
now tell me what the f-ck was i supposed to do?
cut to the brougham and got the m-double-8
so i can get these motherf-ckers from up out of my face
let off a rat-a-tat, hopped in my cadillac
and burned long rubber on them suckers i gatted at
no hesitation, puttin’ down a demonstration
i gets dirty in a fonky situation
[interlude: miami the most]
oh, you n-ggas ain’t the f-ck learned about the situation being stinky
you must be just real r-t-rded as your mother is
well, look here, man, a motherf-cker done told you what to do from the gate
and if you ain’t did it, you ain’t havin’ no funk, trick
dre, tell them one more time ‘fore i kick ’em in they behind

[verse 2: mac dre]
i got my choppa on my left with my finger on the trigga
rollin’ in a glasshouse feelin’ like that n-gga
suckas started static last night now i’m searchin’
finna put some work in, ‘gnac got me perkin’
seen a sucka posted with his b-tch at the liquor store
put in the clip and go, didn’t mean to hit the ho
fully automatic mac-11 spittin’ fast
make sure i get that ass, then i hit the gas
punch it to the hood, switchin’ up now i’m back
rollin’ in the ‘lac, still sippin ‘gnac
rollers to their right get behind me, i don’t trip
they lookin’ for a n-gga in a chev, i don’t slip
high speed chase if they want to harass me
put the lights on, switch lanes then pass me
had me kinda noid but no longer am i spooked
and man, like i said, if they jacked me they was juked
creep to the spot where my homeboys romp
n-ggas on the dice gettin’ paid shootin’ twamps
30 minutes later pockets fat now i’m cool
steppin’ out the house, n-ggas scream “get that fool”
suckers smash up in the deuce and a squirrel
three bald heads and this n-gga with a curl
bullets let loose, i get it in the chest
fools smash off screamin’, “trick, f-ck the crest”
waitin’ for the motherf-ckin’ ambulance
thinkin’ to myself: i don’t stand a chance
dizzy and my breathing is impossible
next thing i know i’m at the hospital
wakin’ up hurt, fresh out the trauma
lookin’ at my b-tch, and my baby’s mama
they tryna act cool, but i know they hate it
my baby’s mama said, “d-mn dre, you barely made it”
straight tore back, sore than a motherf-cker
thinkin’ to myself: man, i gotta smoke another sucker
chillin’, illin’, back on the street
strapped with my gat layin’ in the back seat
got a white boy drivin’ lookin’ like a nerd
rollin’ in a f-cked up thunderbird
got my gloves on, hoodie and my mask and
mad than a motherf-cka, finna do some blastin’
we hit this dope track like we lookin’ for some rocks
and i hop out the back door and quickly get to poppin’
suckers start droppin’, and i stop cappin’
and hop back in, just like nothin’ happened
no hesitation when i’m puttin’ down a demonstration
i gets dirty in a fonky situation
[outro: miami the most]
see, that’s how it go down when you n-ggas creepin’ on the other side of town
and just ’cause your hutch got loose
and mac dre put down the goose
and i rode it caboose
don’t let coolies make no more money off you n-ggas, man

- mac dre

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