[Intro: Mac Dre speaks]

Biitch

I'm just gettin looser

You know

Tryna do my De La Soul thang up in here

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]

She's been wearing tight clothes, so I can recognize her yokes

She's tryna take me down, but she's been goosing all my folks

Tyna get to him, to get to him, to get me

But I've got 20/20 vision, bitch, I can see!

You say "hey! If I want Dre, I must first get in the circle,"

"I heard he likes them half way dykes, them Backwood blunts with purple"

First you get Rydah, said let's keep this on the under

Scrolled through his fucking phone and got my beeper number

But the numbay was faultay, that's when you called up Kilo

Gave him some bombjaw, said keep this on the delow

Not knowing what was going on, Kilo called me from your phone

Now its on! Bitch you wrong, you won't leave me the hell alone

[Hook: Mac Dre]

Leave me alone

Will you, bitch leave me alone

Can you, bitch leave me alone

Come on bitch, leave me alone

[Verse 2: Rydah J. Klyde]

Ha

Well check it out, it goes like this

I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss

I'm, in the lab c-c-cooking up hits

Got 36 bars more than 36 zips

It flips so quick, I'm a witness to this

Tryna get this package to ship

I'm not crackin my whip

I'm not answering shit

Check my celly, got 36 missed

Shit, my BM was pissed

Probably think I'm in a bitch

Got little miss riding my dick

Thick thighs and some hips

I'm thinking Highs and some Ricks

Turned up my phones go back to the Tip

Kinda remind you of a nigga on the grind

And the hood rats call him all the time

Tryna find if he really out pumpin them dimes

And little mama tryna just buy my time

Bitch leave me alone

[Outro: Rydah J Klyde]

Biyatch, leave me alone

Quit callin my phone, bitch leave me alone

Yeah haha, leave me alone

Bitch