Legend - Mac Dre

Uh, uh

Dreezy, Mac motherfuckin' Dreezy, you punk rock beezy

What the fuck you thought?

I ride the strip smoking grip in a car from the '70s

Servin' a notch on the clock 'cause I’m all about having things

I prowl on the weak and take advantage of the skinny

Robbin' punk niggas from December to January

Like handling ferry, it’s mandaterry, I mean mandatory

A living legend fighting for my glory

Glamour, no, I don’t smoke bammer

I’m like a .38 with the cocked back hammer

Ready to pop, ready to drop, ready to stop

The square shit, I’m a pimp, nigga, I sell cock

Cockola, I’m like yola

Candy uncut with no baking soda

Like Yoda, the force with him

A legend like Mike but my sport is pimpin'

Of cours she gets me, verything that I need

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