[Intro]

(Oh what a hit we make)

Uh, what, uh

(Oh what a hit we make)

We make hits, bitch we make hits

(Oh what a hit we make)

Hello? Hello?

(Oh what a hit we make)

Can you hear me now?

Yeah, we make 'em

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]

Why don't she, why won't she

One day she gon' see, she got me lonely

Those are words you'll never hear from us

You didn't know it's pimping over here with us?

Oh what a hit we make

Never giving a bitch a break

Sipping on them vintage grapes

Police we quick to shake

Pedal to the metal never hit the brakes

Smoking hella weed no sticks or shake

Smoke with hella niggas I instigate

Jumping on niggas I hit and skate

Fans they, pitcure take

Your man's they, pimpatrate

I'mma take all the money the ho make

She gonna keep it coming man and don't wait

I don't fake, I don't hate

When I put my voice on tape

Everybody go so stupid dumb

Everybody say, "man he can come"

Like 151 Bacardi rum, Dre gon' get the party dumb

Always got bomb for the lungs

And when the police come man, I run

Yoking something, dosing something, smoking something

Psycho make them ho's sing