Macaframa lyrics

[Intro]
Next song is Macaframa
Yeah... for yall uneducated ass b*tches (f*ck you hoes)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, foever hatin on a n*gga that's havin thangs
n*gga, these type of situations on lockdown, were da real love at?
Yeah, yeah....

[Verse 1]
Ain't no love for them hoes and I'm knowin'
b*tches only jockin' X-Raided cause I be flowin
That's why I'm showin' 'em love and affection
In they silky sections my erections
Spitten milky secretions in they directions
When you in they presence, they say you king
But when you ain't around they clown like you a peasant
f*ck givin the b*tches presents
Diamond rings and things of that nature get you pus*y fo sho
That hoe'll date ya and inflate your ego
But they got you hero zero fo show for all your actions
You went to jail with no bail and now ain't nothin cracking
Bet back when you was free you thought you had a solid female
But now you can't even get a visit and gotta beg for mail
Movin like a snail when you tryin to get her to handle somethin'
And late at night she got c*m drippin' out her belly button
That good for nothin b*tch is useless for a convict
I'm nuttin up on hoes, n*gga f*ck that c*m sh*t
Her cousins on my nuts like a little squirrel
And I would've been to mack her if she wasn't a little girl
But about two months from now that little girl gon turn 18
The number one draft pick on my home team
[Chorus]
I'm that gangsta you answer to
When I say b*tch jump then that's whatcha do
I'm a fast talkin' convict, blowin' yo mind
I'm workin' macaframalama even if I'm in da slamma
I'm that gangsta you answer to
When I say b*tch jump then that's whatcha do
I'm a fast talkin' convict, blowin' yo mind
I'm workin' macaframalama even if I'm in da slamma

[Verse 2]
It don't take much to keep yo man happy doing eight months
But it ain't no contact visits so you can't touch
And county time ain't no joke
In Sacramento this sh*t will have you mental
'Cause you can't smoke
You be stressed out
Hopin' that you get yo case
Three strikes tryin to wipe out my whole race
Now here comes yo wife since you done got your time
Saying that she can't hang; b*tch is you out yo mind?
She got everything you own
Vehicle, clothes, even yo home
Not a penny on yo' books cause the b*tch is gone
They send you to the branch then from there
Out to Tracy
And one of the homies hooked you up with
This b*tch Stacy
She's white, overweight with bifocals
But she's sending letters with money orders through the postal
You dedicated to love and married her quick to hit that ass
On the first conjugal visit she had you c*mmin hella fast
You lost your pretty b*tch but you gained a ugly soldier
Move over bacon, its time fo' Sizzlean to take over
Cause doing time, it's all about support
And the b*tch is to come and let you make her pus*y for it, tell em short
[Chorus]
I'm that gangsta you answer to
When I say b*tch jump then that's whatcha do
I'm a fast talkin' convict, blowin' yo mind
I'm workin' macaframalama even if I'm in da slamma

[Verse 3]
Now this is fo the homies that got them Nike wearing hoes
Ponytails in they hair sportin other b*tches clothes
Ruggish, thuggish, raggedy like a Muppet the type that
Wakes up in the mornin' put on some sweats and be like f*ck it
n*gga don't lie, you know I just detailed yo baby's mama
The type of b*tch that's even quicker than me to start some drama
Like a comma, puttin pauses in yo sentences
Y'all can't even get along irreconcilable differences
That b*tch is famous from so many nameless di*ks
That penetrated and she's gameless
That's how you know she's never been with Raided
She's aimless, where is you headed? b*tch is you knowin?
Gettin on my nerves like my bunkie when he's snorin
He needed to leave or get rid of her immediately at this moment
And shake her like Jordan does a basketball opponent
If you ever fall or take a loss
n*gga that b*tch is gone that lil leech will find another n*gga to lean on
She's a forty ounce swigga, weed smoker
Needin to get that sh*t up
Her beer belly overlapping, needin to do some sit-ups
She's lazy as can be and'll never make no progress
So shake that hoe that's all I can suggest, n*gga
X-raided Locc
[Talking: Dott Dogg, X-Raided]
Yeah, how do you b*tches out there like that? Funky ass hoes!
Good for nothin, runnin out on a motherf*cker when times get hard
Punk ass b*tch!
Yeah, Dott Dogg said that, sorry ass b*tch! b*tch!
To all you hoes that fit that description
You know why? Cause I'm workin macaframalama
Even if I'm in the slamma. b*tch!

[Chorus]
I'm that gangsta you answer to
When I say b*tch jump then that's whatcha do
I'm a fast talkin convict, blowin yo mind
I'm workin macaframalama even if I'm in da slamma