[intro]
-i'ma tell em i'm going in the trunk to show them the goods. when i open the trunk, you pop up and rack this muthafucka
-man, fuck that shit, i ain't finna shoot nobody
-i ain't said nothin' bout you shooting nobody. all you gotta do is hold on to it, they'll get the idea
-man, you must be outta your fuckin mind if you think i'm finna get in this dirty ass trunk
-we ain't goin' nowhere but to koreatown, man, you ain't gonna be in here no more than ten minutes
-man, i ain't ridin' in no goddamn trunk for no minute man, why i came right up front with you
(one, two. give me all this quiet, young black brotha records)
-do you like what, man? i just ain't climbin' in no goddamn dirtyass trunk, man, i got a problem with small places
(we don't play this shit, it's mac mall, baby)
[verse 1]
I awoke in a fleetwood brougham, a mack
Four hoes, too cool nigga, and only one goal, to hit this lick on the stroll
Take my paper chase out to las vegas, playin' two hours to go
Ridin' in a mojave where it's dry as a bone
Been on the interstate all night long
Gotta keep my green healthy and strong, gorilla pimpin' like my nigga king kong
Easy money but your squares ain't knowing
As i look in my backseat, i had to think
Man, these hoes should feel they blessed to get a fetti to me
I starred in the big leagues when they was just pee wee's
Smoked weed and drank e with street kings and queens
At the major events, you catch me campaigning
Cause a coach is only good as his team
My first bitch, yeah, my bottom hoe
I was only eighteen when on the mac she chose
Had a youngsta pimpin' on her in the rain and the cold
And to this day, when i send a bitch, she bring back dough
The second and third is double trouble, little redbone and her cousin coco
Found them in a small town, confused and broke
And plus, they mami and they daddy love to smoke that blow
When i popped them p's, they both was ready to go
And in a month i turned them bitches into break-a-nigga pros
Last but not least, sweet unique, when i first met her, she was just a cum freak
With a big mouth, always talkin' bout she want g's
So when i sold her dreams, she bought it with ease
Now she fuckin' with a mack, finna make her debut
I'ma show her what is what and who is who
And when i take her to the track, she better do what she do
If she don't, i'ma try to knock out the bitch too
Sho nuff, besta believe in the truth
I get pit bull vicious bout my muthafuckin loot
But later for them hoes, that's my brougham ride on
I swear my life was like an old curtis mayfield song
About them pimps and them pushers and the real boss macks
About the money and the fame and the cadillacs
But i wish you would've sung about when shit get trife
Tryna keep these hoes in line and stay far from vice
Fast livin' at a high price, the laws ain't nothin' nice
And slavery charges is a bitch to fight
But if it was no hoes, there'd probably be no me
And if the tricks fuck for free, then a nigga wouldn't eat
So i'ma keep on breakin' these hookers for g's
Lil mackin ass mall, p-i-m-p
Pimp niggas gettin' paper throughout the greater bay
P.i. sendin' hoes to hollywood, la, seattle, vancouver and hawaii too
Up in alaska, pimps chargin' them prostitutes
Real pimps in chicago and st. louis
It's big pimpin' goin' down in washington, d.c
Memphis, alabama, and kansas city, houston, atlanta, and miami
Now i can't forget new orleans
All money makers in milwaukee got them bitches on a mission for cream
Gettin' busy in philly, doin' it in denver
Bustin' in boston, pimps takin' no prisoners
Tell the president that he can have his dope
I keep it in a mack fashion, i'll never be poor
That's realer than a rope run out in humboldt
It might be slow but it's fosho, just then, i saw a beautiful sight
Like a diamond in the desert night, a real pimp's paradise
Yeah dawg, we made it, welcome to las vegas
Hoes in the back of the lac gettin' anxious
Me, i'm in front with my mind on papers
Finna hit these muthafuckas with a cold ass caper
Peace to the macks that came before me
And the o's for gettin' the pimps money
Now let me end it with a line from my folks in md
Or i'ma toss it in the air, whatever state you can keep
[outro]
You know, yeah, mac mall, rich hoe and dreamer, broke hoe nightmare, you know
-come on man, let's celebrate
-i'm really supposed to be somewhere, matter of fact, i was kinda hoping you could run with me
-what you mean?
-you know man, i hate to be the kind of nigga to do a nigga a favor and then, bam, hit the nigga up for a favor in return, but i gots to be that kinda nigga
-what?
-i need a favor nigga
-that requires me to go out tonight?
-just a bit
-no man, i wasn't planning on going no place tonight, man. it's late as hell man. i'm home, i'm high, man, come on
-and why are you home?