Übersetzung: Mac-Row. Meet Macro.
who you fuckin' wit son 'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done Its elementary, life is but a dream You know row, row ya boat, your
a quarter century in the penitentiary Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that
world turnin' I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin' Comin' up, I was taught never back down That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac
t be saved. I'm buckin', my nigga reinforcements comin' fast. Gave Rip the MAC-10, so we let them gun-gun blast on they ass. We rippin' chests' through vests, MAC
die jeezy, yous a bitch ass nigga betta call Meech's, I cant do a show? You cant get a show, head busta? yeahhh 4 in a row, Grab the mini-mac, he
Have his record go gold,with no radio play But it happened,The Ice is rappin' Just listen to my fans that are clappin' Or come to my show.sit in the front row
snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base The stress'll take a young nigga, give him a old face All I did was smoke joke, think and drink Copped 'caine and complained, front row
sudden movement or jumps they're shootin' shit My niggas in the wheelchairs keep the burner on the lap And anybody act up, they get the clappin', Mac
[Hook x2: Razah] Pay your tithes and your offerings This goes out to my niggas in them closed coffins O Gs who was coke snorting on death row Dead men
on your mark, get set, go, go My jagged edge will leave you my death is so, so Type of person continue short sit in the front row Get your hands out
style like Bernie Mac, rappin like Beanie Sigel Golden Child of the west, don't know how to act though Kicked off the Up In Smoke tour for scrappin with Death Row
Bernie Mac, rappin like Beanie Sigel Golden Child of the west, don't know how to act though Kicked off the Up In Smoke tour for scrappin with Death Row
? Long Beach out of the dark came Snoop Skinny little nigga not scared to shoot Dogg Pound gangstas Kurrupt and Daz Sure have the whole Death Row unblast
his record go gold with no radio play But it happened, the Ice is rappin' Just listen to my fans that are clappin' Or come to my show, get in the front row
The KLF would like to thank Evil Graham Lee, Elvis Presley, Nick Coler, Jesus loves you, Fleetwood Mac, Acker Bilk and all other communicators around
these bitches screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen Stranded on Death Row
