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Fonky Situation
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Mac Dre
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Yeah, this Miami, one more gin Looie Crew related And uh, I'ma tell y’all what real funk is When you kill a motherf**ker Keep the body for about three or four days, then smell it Then you handled your business Mac Dre, introduce these n***as to some funk, man Chillin' at a house party, me and my 40 Chokin' off dank rolled up in a pierogi Cot everywhere, I mean the b*t*hes was at that I’m peepin' the scene seeing who I'm a mac at This b*t*h walked in lookin real prizznity With no hesitation, I step to the brizznity Said, "How you doin', baby, can I spit at you? Saucy young tender, can I get at you?" She musta recognized the potent pimpin' on sight 'Cause she was jockin' MD for the rest of the night We smoked dank, and drank Tanqueray I said, "Baby, are you sure you can hang with Dre?" With the party still poppin' we shook the spot Cut to my Brougham and I took the cot For 25 minutes MD was shovin’ it She was screamin’ my name and I could tell she was lovin' it c*ck was thrusted, nuts was busted In this no good b*t*h that some n***a trusted Pulled up my pants and she put on some lipstick Went back in the party feelin’ pimperistic I couldn't help but notice that this n***a was starin' I thought he was trippin' off the clothes I was wearin’ But, he stepped to MD and said, "What's up, punk? You been f**kin' my b*t*h and now I want some funk" I said, "I'm not with the drama so you can save the theatrical I macked on your b*t*h 'cause she appeared to be mackable" But instead of this n***a being real on a playa He took a step back and tried to steal on a playa I said, "Look fool, nobody smashes Dre I throw these thangs like young Cassius Clay" With one blow, I sent the punk to the flo' And said, "Get your ass up if you want some more" These n***as ran up, they musta been his crew Now tell me what the f**k was I supposed to do? Cut to the Brougham and got the M-double-8 So I can get these motherf**kers from up out of my face Let off a rat-a-tat, hopped in my Cadillac And burned long rubber on them suckers I gatted at No hesitation, puttin' down a demonstration I gets dirty in a fonky situation Oh, you n***as ain't the f**k learned about the situation being stinky You must be just real retarded as your mother is Well, look here, man, a motherf**ker done told you what to do from the gate And if you ain't did it, you ain't havin' no funk, trick Dre, tell them one more time 'fore I kick 'em in they behind I got my choppa on my left with my finger on the trigga Rollin' in a glasshouse feelin' like that n***a Suckas started static last night now I'm searchin' Finna put some work in, 'gnac got me perkin' Seen a sucka posted with his b*t*h at the liquor store Put in the clip and go, didn't mean to hit the ho Fully automatic Mac-11 spittin' fast Make sure I get that ass, then I hit the gas Punch it to the hood, switchin' up now I'm back Rollin' in the 'Lac, still sippin 'gnac Rollers to their right get behind me, I don't trip They lookin' for a n***a in a Chev, I don't slip High speed chase if they want to harass me Put the lights on, switch lanes then pass me Had me kinda noid but no longer am I spooked And man, like I said, if they jacked me they was juked Creep to the spot where my homeboys romp n***as on the dice gettin' paid shootin' twamps 30 minutes later pockets fat now I'm cool Steppin' out the house, n***as scream "Get that fool" Suckers smash up in the deuce and a squirrel Three bald heads and this n***a with a curl Bullets let loose, I get it in the chest Fools smash off screamin', "Trick, f**k the Crest" Waitin' for the motherf**kin' ambulance Thinkin' to myself: I don't stand a chance Dizzy and my breathing is impossible Next thing I know I'm at the hospital Wakin' up hurt, fresh out the trauma Lookin' at my b*t*h, and my baby's mama They tryna act cool, but I know they hate it My baby's mama said, "Damn Dre, you barely made it" Straight tore back, sore than a motherf**ker Thinkin' to myself: Man, I gotta smoke another sucker Chillin', illin', back on the street Strapped with my gat layin' in the back seat Got a white boy drivin' lookin' like a nerd Rollin' in a f**ked up Thunderbird Got my gloves on, hoodie and my mask and Mad than a motherf**ka, finna do some blastin' We hit this dope track like we lookin' for some rocks And I hop out the back door and quickly get to poppin' Suckers start droppin', and I stop cappin' And hop back in, just like nothin' happened No hesitation when I'm puttin' down a demonstration I gets dirty in a fonky situation See, that's how it go down when you n***as creepin' on the other side of town And just 'cause your hutch got loose And Mac Dre put down the goose And I rode it caboose Don't let coolies make no more money off you n***as, man
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