People Ever Ask You?

Mac Mall

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    featuring Confident One

    *(Khayree)*

    Check one two.
    (Uh)
    Check check one two.
    Hot shit.
    (Oh yea)
    (Uh)
    Young Black Brotha hot shit.
    (What?)
    Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh.
    Confident One
    (Representin!)
    (Wha what?)
    (Spit this shit for me than man)
    (This Mac Mall in here)
    (You feel me playa?)
    (Check this out)
    (I'm gon' let these niggas know what's really goin' on though)

    Chorus 2x *(Confident One)*

    Do people ever ask you why you smoke so much weed?
    Why yo pants saggin' while you sippin' Hennessy?
    Smashin a V-12 doin' one-sixty
    tryin to get this money so we in this bitch deep.

    Verse 1 *(Confident One)*

    Here's the reason why TC-1 don't give a fuck
    cuz niggas won't lend you a dime when you down on yo luck
    plus they buck
    when you up these hoolagan niggas 'll leave you stuck
    an if you as cold as starvin'
    nobody put a nickle in your cup
    reprehensible attitudes is what we dealin' wit
    an in this Millennieum we die
    from one stroke of our dick
    what a world
    when you ain't got nothin' they say "He ain't bout shit."
    An when you ball to often these niggas they want you to quit
    (stop, stop!)
    We up against all odds as we sippin' Hennessy
    avoidin' shady niggas
    quick to blast at racist police
    an to you money hungry bitches
    I won't even waste my time
    I give a fuck how fine
    I won't spend a fuckin' dime
    I'm tired of you niggas an yo repitious talk
    how you's a killa that stalks
    a pimp wit that walk
    let me shake my ashes as this THC ignites
    Khayree turn the beat up an pass the weed to fix your sight
    beware of them niggas who won't look you in yo eye
    smilin' all the time
    but in they heart is dispise
    check the blueprints
    study the (sclumatics??)
    learn the lesson
    an as you roll four deep in your whip my niggas here's the question.

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    *(Chorus)*

    Verse 2 *(Mac Mall)*

    I wrote this fo' them inquiring minds
    who need to worry bout they own an stay the fuck outta mine
    punk niggas always whinin' an lyin'
    all on my mutha fuckin nuts
    juss like them chickens in the beauty salon, choppin me up
    suckas get so emotional
    when you ridin they hoe
    or when you ballin an they out there broke
    but I'd a seen niggas wit loot hatin on me too
    cuz I done
    treated they boo juss like a prostitute
    let her slide on my dick
    an she gave me ya whole script
    how much mail you workin wit
    an where ya hide them kicks
    but I ain't trippin off you trick, I'd rather spark me a spliff
    the white widow wit the Afghan-hashish mix
    bitches get so passionate
    when a nigga fuck the pussy
    steal the heart
    an take the chips an then dip
    an when you tell all your friends they like, "No he didn't!"
    an in yo face they might tell ya that Mac Mall ain't shit
    but that was one big mistake that was made by this chick
    see she told 'em how I fucked now her cousins my new bitch
    real mackin' hear me
    go on an crack the Henny
    go on an spark the Philly
    we goin' straight to the land
    now if I dropped ya on the track
    hit the block in a Lac
    when I see you later
    you besta have me a grand
    call me more than a playa
    fool I'm more like the coach
    runnin plays on the bench
    "Go deep young hoe!!"

    *(Chorus)*

    Verse 3 *(Mac Mall)*

    I show the world no mercy
    shall let no nigga serve me
    shall let no bitch disturb me
    she juss ain't worthy
    born in the game, forced to get my hands dirty
    an life is like a house party an I'm strapped
    plus perkin'
    always off the Roper
    you always see me loaded
    I always stay paid punk an all you marks can quote it
    I spit that true game
    an you been fiendin fo' it
    like every line is heir-on coated
    hip-hop an you own it!

    *(Chorus)*

    *(Mac Mall)*

    Deep, deep, deep!
    Fa sho.
    Let 'em know about it.
    Let 'em know about it, Mac Mall in this bitch nigga.
    Fa all my mutha fuckin folks
    What's up to my niggas out in Oakland.
    What's up to my mutha fuckas in Frisco.
    Fa sho.
    Uh-huh.
    My niggas out there in South Central.
    Watts!! What's up!!
    (Keep it poppin man)
    Yeah mutha fucka.
    Always, always keep it poppin. (Mac Mall)
    (Get that money so we in this bitch)

    *(Khayree)*

    Vallejo.
    I ain't forget you baby.
    I ain't forget you.
    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
    Uh. (Tryin' to get this money)
    We in here.
    Ferg!
    What's up baby!
    I'm comin' off a cold man.
    Hit these suckas wit some of this... super simple funk, one time ya know.
    Yeah sumpthin' for that trunk.

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    Composición: Mac Mall y Khayree Shaheed

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