Correction Paroles I’m a Savage par Mac Dre

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Ayy, girl (Yeah, honey?)
Who you know could put it down like me? (Only you)
Who the man? (You the man)
Who the man? (You the man)
You the man who? (You the man, daddy)
That's right, you better bet on it, huh
The M-A-C to the D-R-E
If I wasn't, why would I say I be?
Heh, I'm the man

My n***as my back like T-shirts, we search through the tidnown
Puttin' it didnown, blow for twenty by the pidnound
Quick to get down, put some sh*t down about some lucci, coochie
Diggin', siggin', undercover with a wig and
Used to be broke but now I'm livin' big and
Lav lav lovely, or lav lav love me
Menage-a-trois with squalls that want to have half of me
Mug me if you feel froggish, doggish, gangsta sh*t in my town
I clown with 30 round extеndos, smoke indo and drinkin' though
Nintendo 64 with the rumblе pack, smokin' bumble stacks
Makin' a killin', and dealin', and boy, you know I'm in love with that
Went from strugglin' to bubblin', back and strollin'
Stackin' chips, doublin', and boy you know I love when
My bankroll get so thick, I just got to go flip
Go flow some more sh*t, never indulge in ho sh*t
Shakin', bleezin', greasin', makin' cabbage, livin' lavish
Baby, I'm a savage

The things I do, suckers wish they can
They don't understand, I'm the motherf**kin' man
The things I do, suckers wish they can
They don't understand, I'm the motherf**kin' man
The things I do, suckers wish they can
They don't understand, I'm the motherf**kin' man
The things I do, suckers wish they can
They don't understand, I'm the motherf**kin' man

MD run thangs like that fool Boris Yeltzin
Got the game sewed up and keep a ho in a Full Nelson
The deal in '98, the ones with balls make the laws
That's why she wear the panties and Mac Dre wear the drawers
Pause, for the cause, I got balls like Sasquatch
Thangs like Felix Trinidad, ask the n***as that I squashed
I'm an animal, like that Devil from Tazmania
Uh, I'm gettin' zanier and zanier
(Ain't he a fool?) Is what them n***as say
(Ain't he so cool?) Is what them b*t*hes say
Heemin', schemin', keep hoes fiendin'
Magnum rubber, baby, you will never feel the semen
Sheenin', I smoke n***as handin' dough
'Cause paper's a necessity for n***as with tremendo
Shakin', fleezin', breezin', makin' cabbage, livin' lavish
Cuddie, I'm a savage

Spittin' game is my occupation, my object's to rock the nation
Big dollars is what I'm chasin', so followers ovulation'
This knowledge and conversation be havin' 'em kinda chasin'
These lyrics that I be makin', never do I be fakin'
The snitches, I got to shake 'em
b*t*hes, I got to break 'em
I take 'em and snake 'em and eat 'em up like bacon
Beat 'em up, have 'em hatin'
Beat 'em up with these statements
I leave 'em stuck like a patient
I gives a f**k just like Jason
I bet he preach like a Mason
Make you geek like you basin'
Send a freaky sensation to all the freaks that I'm chasin'
You on this beat facin' a MD presentation
I'll take some beat and some bass, put down a sweet presentation

Yeah, boy, it's yo' cuddie, that young n***a, Mac Dreezy
Y'all n***as don't understand, the motherf**kin' man
I do's what I do's 'cause I can do's what I do's, fools
Never lose

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