On My Toes lyrics

[Verse 1]
Kick back, relax, let me bust one
And don't trip if I cuss one
Or two times while I'm spittin' the sh*t
It's just a way a n*gga straight be gettin' the grit
Microphone master Mac Dre is the name
I got donkey for a b*tch and when I'm slangin' the thang
Hoes go delirious 'cause the di*k is so serious
f*ckin' b*tch after b*tch, 'cause they all be curious
A young n*gga down to break you for everything
And 'Mr. Flamboyant' is a song I'll never sing
I'm not with The Click sh*t, I'm straight with the sick sh*t
And any South sucker, I'm ready to get wit'
Romped out Crest down motherf*cker
This Romp life I could never get enough of
Ridin', sidin', whippin', dippin'
24-7, a n*gga ain't trippin'
Hoes steady tryna do me
Stay the f*ck back, you damn tramp hoochie
M.D., the player of the 9-0
You got ten b*tches, I got ten fine hoes
That's how it goes, I'm a pimp and it shows
Stay on my toes (Stay on my toes)
Stay on my toes (Stay on my toes)
Stay on my toes
[Verse 2]
I'm a lyrical rap-speaking-making-beatin' combination
Straight from the Crest, unlike the rest, I'm here to rock the nation
I'm down with E and A.G. Curt, Marty, and Jason
I smoke the weed, it gets me keyed, but never would I be lacin'
Nothin' clean, on the heem, you rarely see me sober
I break a b*tch who's filthy rich, I'm always getting over
Give me your number on the under, love to get to know ya
I'd get you hot and hit the spot, just gimme the chance to show ya
The M the A the C the D the R the E
Suckers imitate, but it's hard to be
A young player shootin' to the tizzop
Could never be a sucker who's sprung on some cizzot
Mac Drizzay, the one you like to listen to
I'm on the dizzank and now I'm fixin' to
Get dizzope with some sh*t I wrizzote
I got a Chizzev and every time I yizzoke
You see smizzoke and then you start to chizzoke
Pockets stay fizzat, could never be brizzoke
Mac Drizzay, all damn dizzay
I get bizzay and stack that pizzay
The one you like to hear recite the raps I write
I never bite, I'm not the type
Don't take me light, we'll have to fight
Sick with the sh*t, so motherf*cker, you better get it right
A money-makin', hoochie-sinkin', Crestside player
6-foot-1 with lots of curls in my hair
So much game I need to run for mayor
She steady pays me, but I never will pay her
Day, Ray and Clete, they got my bizzack
Ronnie, D and Freak, some more in the pizzack
My manager Stan drives a Cadillizzac
And Khayree pays me real fizzat
[Outro]
Fizzat, fizzat, fizzat, fizzat, fizzat, fizzat
I'm just a mizzack, m—, m—, mizzack
Making lotsa money on the Sage Street trizzack
Trizzack, trizzack, trizzack, trizzack
Stay on my toes
I'm just a mi—, mi—, mi—, mi—, mi—, mi—, mizzack, mizzack, mizzack
Stay on my toes, stay on my toes, stay on my toes