I'm n Motion

I'm in motion Peep game, I started like this I'm nothin' ****** nice with the mic in my fist Never slackin when I'm mackin, get straight to the point And always got my damn lighter to the mothafuckin' joint Mac Dre, dope as you ever knew Taxin muthafuckas like Internal Revenue Knocken 'em off the top like it ain't no thang Suckers cant hang with the way I slang Ryhmes flow smooth like milk fom a cup Straight cussin when I'm bustin' don't be givin a fuck 'Cause there's no room for weak and soft ones Square muthafuckas end up lost ones I'm the type of brotha that you don't wanna see Mobbin on the S T A G E Doper then a joint a that D A N K Got more soul then Koonta Kinte Young playa', down for the mail Even bustin' tapes when they put me in jail Straight, from the C E double L Nevertheless, funky fresh, boy I'm never stale Pumpin your brain up with game gettin' groovy'en Doper then a key of that pure Peruvian Uncut, dope as x-rated Some hate it 'cause they cant relate But I'm takin' out every time 'Cause sucka, slayin is a full time job Not one to brag, but to tell you the truth mayne I'm funkier than a locker room after a hoop game To put it to you straight, I'm one nice dream I'll make your brain, melt like ice cream Given it to you just the way you like to be gave to You never hear Dre do or say what they do 'Cause I'm no biter, Ill just write a Rap that caps on a young sucka that might a Step outta line, dissin' a ryhme Becomin Mac Dre is like commitin a crime Ill best the rest, but test the best But nevertheless the funky fresh, rizaps Makin' lots of snizaps Suckas try to hang, Ill make a tape fizat But some take no?, try to throw those Slightly dope raps but I just show those Suckas sudden death, I never slowly kill Knocken 'em off the box like Evander Holyfield I cant be touched when I'm on the microphone Ill make sucka MC's leave the mic alone One by one, they all bow down And get riggidy romped out to this Mac Dre sound Sometimes I cuss but whenever I bust I keep the fans geeked and they cant get enough Like a dope fiend hooked on the glass pipe Or an alchoholic hooked on the ack-right My raps make love to your ear hole It's the diggity dope shit you love to hear, hoe I'm in motion Saucey, yes I got flava When I'm ****** it up man nothin' can save ya Droppin' the funky **** like a A duble S hole Romper room soldier comin' straight from the Crest hoe Hotter then hot sauce, love to cock toss Bitches get sprung when I'm gettin' my rocks off 'Cause I'm not the type that be bustin' quick ones I like to hit the cock in all positions From the back, or with the ***** on top With young Mac Dre, mayne, it just don't stop There ain't a piece of pussy that I cant get Hoes on my dick like stank on **** They just love they way, I T A L K Your so saucey, Is what they tell Dre Then ten minutes later they be wantin' to G this Jealous muthafuckas be hatin' to see this Player haters try, to salt me up Doin' punk ****, to fault me up But that bullshit don't faze me Shes still sprung, and she still pays me With the quickness, she ain't hesitant Given up them dead presidents That lovey dovey **** I just cant get with I charge hoes for this black big dick Fly young tenders with lots of green Be kickin' me down like a slot machine Breakin' me off somethin' more than propper Young Mac Dre's a cold cash clocker Not the type of brother that be tastin hoes I'm the type of ***** that be lacin hoes 'Cause the ***** ain't **** but five letters She don't kick down, then I sweat her Mack the *****, crack the *****, break her She wont pay then mayne I shake her 'Cause money makes the world spin **** a wife and a girlfreind It's all about S N A P S A ***** thats broke, just ain't fresh Some ****** think they gotta pay **** that ****, not Mac Dre Ill tell 'em like this, it costs to toss me 'Cause ain't no *****, that damn saucey Hoes get sprung on the S E X And don't hesitate given up the cheques I'm in motion