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letra de what cha like - mac dre

[verse 1:]
light yourself a dank joint, letcha mind go
listen to these lyrics as i let this rhyme flow
i’m funky with this sh-t ’cause my style is authentic
it keeps them suckas jockin’ so my windows stay tinted
i meant it when i said “i will pimp til i die”
makin’ them b-tches cry
and n-gg-, dont ask me why
i flow that pimp sh-t ’cause i know that pimp sh-t
i smoke that hemp sh-t – not with that simp sh-t
stupid doo-doo dumb is the only way i come
let the track ride, gimme the mic and i’ll run
smooth with the groove like a saxophone
my backs is on, and man, caps is blown
straight off suckas’ heads with the rhymes i shoot
f-ckin with the b-tch as she’s kind of cute
i find a loop
i shake the spot
you’ll never hear a b-tch say i ate the c-ck
i mack, kick back, and stack that cash
i throw these things fool, don’t make me tap that -ss
the mac named dre is the man for real
hoes wanna ride in me sedan deville
cause i’m a – young playa with that crest side game
kickin the funky sh-t, makin the rest sound lame, and…

[chorus:]
every time i rap, i bust what cha like
cuz i’m the coldest mc to ever touch the mic [x2]

[verse 2:]
they trips when i flips cause i’m nothing respectable
but still when i spill, boy, i’m nothing correctable
i got raps that make them n-gg-z say “godd-mn –
he the fool with the mic in his hand”
i could teach a square everything he’s lackin’
cause partna, i’m a playa with some uncut mackin’
i spit that sh-t that makes tricks go run and hide
d-mn them clowns around town that wonder why
i never give a b-tch who ain’t rich the time of day
they got to be f-cked up if they think that i’ma pay
i’ma play
until she’s all played out
have her friends sayin’ “d-mn girl, you mac dre’d out!”

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
at the drop of a dime, i can rhyme a tight rap
and make them motherf-ckers say “d-mn, he like that”
get them with the tongue that will run for many miles
gettin’ n-gg-z sprung cause i come with many styles
hoes come in rows to get chose, they gettin’ wit me
sayin i’m the flyest on the side of the mississippi
banned in six states by the surgeon general
i’m known to be addictive, sellin dope subliminals
and i don’t stop servin’ like them fools at denny’s
like julius erving, michael jordan, and penny
i go coast to coast with a dose of this realness
slappin’ your brain with this game, can you feel this?
i flow like river water
ain’t no n-gg- harder
others that was rockin is forgotten like jimmy carter
but i’m gon’ be around
just like hand-me-downs
an old–ss playa still pullin’ them panties down

[chorus]

- mac dre

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