Letras
[Intro]
Yea, yes, yea, yes, mmhmm
Mac Dreezy, Mac Dreezy [who]
I'm back baby
Oh boy where ya been
I'm back
Boy where ya been
Check it
[Mac Dre]
I'm out the roof of a old school
Trynna campaign
Smokin' champagne
Doin' the damn thang
Now this a damn shame
How these smurf's hate
But these Gilligan's been trippin' since my first tape
Well here's another knock
Dope as a hover rock
For you to bump while you sidin' through the parkin' lot
After the club
Pull it on a dove
Hollerin' at hutches that's trynna get dug
Out, drout on niggaz like me
M to the D from the are-O-M-P bo billy
Usin' gangsta scare tactics
Tennis shoe pimpin' in my Nike Air Max's
Back on the street after 5 in the slammer
I'm lookin' saucy somebody get a camera
Oh, you mad
I ain't mad at you
I thought you knew
I'm just doin' what I do
[Chorus] x2
I'm doin' what I do [This is what I do]
Bitch don't get mad if I'm not fuckin' wit you [I ain't fuckin' wit you]
Or fuckin' wit you [Damn sure I ain't fuckin' wit you]
[Mac Dre]
She heard the 15's knock when I hit the block
Then I hopped out butter and she had to jock
I'm a ho magnet
Heat I'm gon' pack it
Doe I'm gon' stack it
Lick I'm gon' jack it
On the scene
Always smokin' green
In the pen I had CO's bringin' me the damn thing
It's yo niggidy [It's yo niggidy]
Mac Drigidy [Mac Drigidy]
Back in the V look at me I'm livin' free
No parole
I can choke a ho
Get mail, post bail, and they gon' let me go
I'm here to let you know
This as real as it gets
I'm makin' hunks and chunks