Verse 1 (Mac) :
Girl look
f*ck your man and them n*ggas he be hanging with
n*ggas he be slangin with, me I'm on some banging sh*t
Strictly, now you with me or you wasting my time
And time is valuable
Especially when you looking at it through this perpetual
Now how you love that, I nothing nice with the ice
Me without the mic is like the Orients with no rice
But look f*ck that let's take a walk to where my truck at
All I wanna do is talk I ain't got to touch that
But thats game, before you know it she callin my name
Runnin round tellin b*tches she my main trying to get some fame
And thats the game so you gotta respect that
And respect my mind too cause I could get you naked in seconds
Mac-a-deezy if you open up I'ma slide in easy
But if it's cheezy let me smack you
And call you all kind of bad words like b*tch
And smack myself too for trying to get with ya
Should have knew you was stank
And all you wanted was the tank
Chorus: Mac ( Ms. Peaches)
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (It's Cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell about the way I freaked her
Heres the number to my beeper
Look
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (It's Cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell about the way I freaked her
Here's the number to my beeper
Verse 2 (Mac) :
Check it, look
I meets b*tches, I greets b*tches, I freak b*tches
Them street b*tches, even you sugar sweet b*tches
I neva eats b*tches, I suck titties
Might even f*ck titties, now you with me?
Then hit me on my hip and call me anytime don't even trip
I guarantee it will be your gladdest night without the pimp
I hope you not a noise maker, cause I live with moms
Her rooms right next to mine and she be home all the time
I'll pick you up at nine be looking and smellin fine
It's 7 o'clock now so you got some time
I don't like wine, no I don't wanna dine
But I hope you like it from behind, cause that's my time to shine
I work that spine like a chiropractor
When I attact ya your big ol ass is what is what I got a knack for
So let me crack ya if it's cool, but if it's not then it is time to move
But before I excuse ask your girl what I asked you
Chorus:
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (It's Cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell bout the way I freaked heres the number to my beeper
Look
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (It's Cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell about the way I freaked her
Heres the number to my beeper
Verse 3 (Ms. Peaches) :
Look
Let me explain this before we go any further
I ain't really looking for a man it's another type of lover
I need, cause I got my own ends, my own benz
The only thing you can do for me n*gga is be a f*ck friend
Some of these n*ggas like to fall in love
Once they get a small taste of my voluptuous glove
I'm saying this cause I wanna keep it real with cha
And chill with cha, or even make a couple of mill with cha
Now if you ready to get down and dirty
I gonna hit you on your hip around lets say around 11:30
Sexy ass got me so anxious
Let me whipe you with this ghetto angel, baby don't be a stranger
Cause I like my n*ggas rock hard
And if you bout twirkin something n*gga lets go to war
I'm trying to see how many times you can catch a nutt
So you can really see it's cool to f*ck, n*gga it's cool to f*ck
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (It's Cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell about the way I freaked her
Heres the number to my beeper
Look
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (It's Cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell about the way I freaked her
Heres the number to my beeper
(DJ scratches a sample of 2Pac's How Do You Want It)
Tell me is it cool to f*ck
Mac talking:
The question is babygirl
Is it cool to motherf*cking do
What I wanna do with you
If you want it let me do it with ya, ya heard me?
Big Rise on the motherf*cking beat
And you know me The Mac-a-don is out this biatch