Mac Dre (Game I’m Spittin) lyrics

[Intro: Mac Dre]
Serving fat game that you couldn’t imagine
Boy I can talk a cat off a fish wagon
Or sell an Eskimo ice at a high price and get him twice
Mayne, I’m nuttin' nice, and games my merchandise
I grind rhymes like base rocks an "89"
Lacin' young playas getting em ready for shady times
No shady rhymes, you're guaranteed to love it
And since I got much of it, it’s gonna cost to dub it
So get ya scrilla, ya fetti, ya scratch, and yo' mail
And holla at me folks, I got game for sale

[Verse 1]
Mothaf*ckas jock me 'cause I'm dope when I be flowin
Suckas try to stop me, but I honk and keep on going
I’m simply not the type who likes to kick it with a square
I kick it with the b*tch who’s filthy rich 'cause I'm a player
Time and time again, man, n*ggas always ask me
'Why do hoes jock you when you spit raps so nasty?'
I look them in the eye and I reply to the question:
'Game is to be taught so let me teach yo ass a lesson'
b*tches love n*ggas who can pop a lot of sh*t
Sprung on the tongue so they jock for the di*k
I never met a broad that didn't like the way I lace her
Poured a hoe some game and served this pimpin as a chaser
Fools can't understand the sh*t I teach in a verse
Rapping about that b*tch and how she reached in her purse
It takes a true playa to really recognize
It’s all about that money not the sh*t between the thighs
Suckas love pus*y more than money and they show it
They eat it and mistreat it and they even pay for it
I truly don't know why them fools be salting up the game
Real n*ggas pimp but you don't hear me mayne
I know this mothaf*cka who won't hesitate to hit a b*tch
A right to the jaw is what I saw when he got with his b*tch
Showing no mercy for them hoes that be flossing
Acting like they all that when they only good for tossing
I feel the same way about them b*tches that be faking
Hoes ain't sh*t unless they bringing home the bacon
And if it’s like that then I act like I love the hoe
But when I’m not with her, man, I’m di*king down another hoe
Playas know what I flow is nothin but that real sh*t
f*ck them fakin broads, man, get you a real b*tch
[Chorus]
I don't be bullsh*ttin with this game that I’m spittin
So pay attention to this game that you gettin
It's kind of foul and some say 'wow'
But I be servin it real the only way I know how

[Verse 2]
As I put down this demo, no, you will not hear no
Sucka sh*t out these lips, but I bet you'll hear mo'
Styles and techniques, sh*t to catch freaks
If ya lackin mackin homeboy you best beat
I serve it the right way, them broads they like Dre
I’m givin baby action if I’m thinkin she might pay
I might play, with her body and soul
And have her doin every god damn thing she’s told
I manipulate then stipulate
The rules then I use every grit she makes
See I’m a playa up in this game, a professional
And if you ain't sh*t b*tch I’mma let ya know
Then I’mma let you go, hoe, 'cause I don't need ya
Take em, break em, shake em is a pimp's procedure
See simps, they feed ya, be glad they G'd ya
I’mma kick back analyze and read ya
Peep potential, reap essentials
Then run a player check on your freak credentials
No time to play games with broads that say thangs
Irrelevant, I tell a b*tch the sh*t that Dre brings
Is realer than Swiss cheese, I’m out to get G’s
If you ain't with it punk b*tch then get these
Nuts in your mouth, no more no less
You f*ckin around, with that pimp playa Crest
[Chorus x2]
I don't be bullsh*ttin with this game that I’m spittin
So pay attention to this game that you gettin
Its kind of foul and some say 'wow'
But I be servin it real the only way I know how

[Talking]
Spittin that real sh*t ya know
Mac who?
Mac mothaf*ckin Dre
Crestside, For my folks, my real folks
Young Sugawolf, mothaf*ckin Pimp
I’m fresh out the mothaf*ckin federalies
And my folks is giving me love on this album
I got to turn this out for you, cuddie
I got to do this for you, cuddie
Young Dubee, you big ol' pimp you
Love you folks
Lets get rich, pimp a b*tch
And kill a mothaf*ckin snitch
Sideways to the next puss