[Intro]

Mac muthafuckin' Dre, bitch

Back through here, doing something vicious

Spittin' that shit that ya like

You know, this what I want y'all to do

Check this out...

[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 shit 'cause my style is authentic

It keeps them suckas jockin', so my windows stay tinted

I meant it when I said that "I will pimp til I die"

Makin' them bitches cry

And nigga dont ask me why

I flow that pimp shit 'cause I know that pimp shit

I smoke that hemp shit, not with that simp shit

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 raps is on, and man, caps is blown

Straight off suckas' heads with the rhymes I shoot

Fuckin' with the bitch if she's kinda cute

I find her loot, I shake the spot

You'll never hear a bitch say I ate the cot

I mack, kick back, and stack that cash

I throw these thangs, fool, don't make me tap that ass

The Mac named Dre is the man for real

Hoes wanna ride in my Sedan DeVille

'Cause I'm a, young playa with that Crestside game

Kickin' the funky shit, making the rest sound lame

[Chorus]

And every time I rap, I bust what cha like

'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic

Every time I rap, I bust what cha like

'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic

[Verse 2]

They trips when I spits 'cause I'm nothing respectable

But still when I spill, boy, I'm nothing correctable

I got raps that make niggas say "Goddamn

He a 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 shit that make tricks go run and hide

Down them clowns around town, they wonder why

I never give a bitch who ain't rich the time of day

They got me fucked up if they think that I'ma pay

I'ma play, until she's all played out

Have her friends sayin' "Damn girl, you Mac Dre'd out!"

[Chorus]

'Cause every time I rap, I bust what cha like

'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic

Every time I rap, I bust what cha like

'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic

[Verse 3]

At the drop of a dime, I can rhyme a tight rap

And make a motherfucker say "Damn, he like that"

Gifted with the tongue that will run for many miles

Gettin' niggas sprung 'cause I come with many styles

Hoes come in rows to get chose, they gettin' wit me

Saying 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 nigga harder

Others that was rockin' is forgotten like Jimmy Carter

But I'm gon' be around, just like hand-me-downs

An old-ass playa still pullin' them panties down

[Chorus]

And every time I rap, I bust what cha like

'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic

Every time I rap, I bust what cha like

'Cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch a mic