[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I keep coughing, like I'm choking on pepper
High as a motherf**ing smoke detector
Drop bars, Rockstar like Def Leppard
But a pimp making records, I'm Dre Hefner
That's right I left her, she was weedless
And when she did have it, It wasn't seedless
Throw your hands up Johannesburg
Me no smoke ganja, me smoke herb
Pay me now, pay me later, I'm in her aviator
Eating on some Now and Laters, smoking like a radiator
I'm an out-of-stater with his own sack
'Cause if it ain't Cali grown I can't be on that
[Hook]
I can't be on that, can't condone that
And do it look good? I ain't gon want that
I got my own yak, I got my own sack
I still clear [?] mac's, no contact
What the f** make you think I'mma want that
Your titties and your a** is on flat
And besides you ain't even got no scratch
I like lesbian girls that be on snatch
[Verse 2:]
Catch me out there when I be doing my thang
Turfing, I ain't gon' change
Perfect, a madman [?] no brains
They should worship, how I let the gang rock and work it
See me? The one that rock the stocking cap under the beanie
I'm on hotlink, no weenie
Im here, there, everywhere and gone like a genie
And yup, my dudes rock rounds out the semi
Hear me when I yell on the turf, everywhere
[?] with my youngings watching out for k**er whales
Cot sale after sale, clientele bossmatic
I'll [?] you for the game like a dope feign addict
Your boy got to have it, only way I give it to 'em
God of the streets, [?] square, never knew 'em
On that, Who me? Yes you, could be
Then who? I don't know probably be you
[Hook]
I can't be on that, can't condone that
And do it look good? I ain't gon want that
I got my own yak, I got my own sack
I still clear [?] mac's, no contact
What the f** make you think I'mma want that
Your titties and your a** is on flat
And besides you ain't even got no scratch
I like lesbian girls that be on snatch
[Verse 3:]
I puff a pound of purple piff, ride with the Commitee
Never worried about the plane sales, I constantly kitty
Drink enough Remy to pickle my kidneys
And the cats I'm running with is like the mafia guinea's
Goons, coons, and silly with the semi's
Or fine with the fully's, either way we getting busy
Off loose leaf G's we get higher than hippies
Tripping off the world but most time I'm busy
Feeling on a philly or fatty that make you dizzy
Keep a dime on [?] like benji's
b**h come fetch this dick
s** and swallow my unborn kids
And jack a mac off with the kung fu grip
You want to have me whipped then b**h pay this pimp
I sold [?] up on the [?] strip
Where we anti-trick and charge a chick
Ho handling, leaving no finger prints
I make a broad a star if she follow the script
Play your part b**h
[Hook]
I can't be on that, can't condone that
And do it look good? I ain't gon want that
I got my own yak, I got my own sack
I still clear [?] mac's, no contact
What the f** make you think I'mma want that
Your titties and your a** is on flat
And besides you ain't even got no scratch
I like lesbian girls that be on snatch