Livin’ A Mac’s Life lyrics

“And my number one rule is run up through it”

[Verse 1]
Cold rhymer, big timer
You can search but I doubt you’ll find a—
Nother MC, like me
The A-the N-the D-the R-E
Straight Mac, man, never would I love a hoe
A little hard but a fly young brotha though
Taking you home, baking your dome
It’s like that because I gets my c*ck on
Spittin’ the game, livin’ up to my name
Some real dope sh*t but it’s not cocaine
Not the type of guy, the type of n*gga
That smokes weed but would never smoke a ciga—
Rette, and I’ll bet, I’ll put a sucker in check
Pop him up then jet, ‘cause that’s what he get
Tryna f*ck, with young Mac ass Dre
Straight hoggin’ on mine, so stay out my way
‘Cause I set my goal and I’m making my move
I want every damn body in a Mac Dre groove
I’m cold as hell, nothin’ nice
Mac Dre, baby, livin’ a Mac’s life

And I’m livin’ a Mac’s life
“And my number one rule is run up through it”
[Verse 2]
M-A-C D-R-E
Nothin’ muthaf*ckin’ N-I-C-E
Dope rhyme maker, b*tch breaker
I could toss a freak, take her money then shake her
Young playa, fly to the park
Not the big pimp, I play the player’s part
You know, maxin’ and relaxin’, catchin’ action
Make a dope rhyme, put it on wax and
Let it hit the street, so you could peep
A dope ass rhyme to a dope ass beat
Mac Dre, baby, the most rappable
Fly MC from the big Mac capital
Gettin’ the grit, spittin’ the sh*t
Making a hit, man, I just can’t quit
Romper Room joker, weed smoker
Don’t smoke joints, boy, I smoke choker
Rap ace, Mac in the place
Biters try to bite and can’t hang with the taste
Of these, fresh beats wit’ a Mac Dre touch
Now tell me am I dope (Pretty much)

And I’m livin’ a Mac’s life
“And my number one rule is run up through it”

[Interlude]
Yeah, I’m livin’ a Mac’s life
Getting zested, never fully rested
Yeah, getting at all the females with no details allowed
We gets our c*ck on, you know
Down and dirty about ours in the CCC…
Yeah, I’m livin’ a muthaf*ckin’ Mac’s life
[Verse 3]
Wanna rock a microphone so fresh
From the Crest, baby, oh yes
It’s the capital D-R-E, baby
From the nikky-nikky-Northside of the V
Down and dirty and nothin’ nice
Catchin’ more cot than a cat catch mice
Not a pimp, but it’s in my blood
I’m a muthaf*ckin’ Mac from the Country Club
That’s where I kick, get zested and sh*t
In the CCC is where I stack a grip
‘Cause money come, and money go
But a n*gga like me make money grow
Cash and cot is on my mind
And if I’m not thrustin’ I’m on my grind
‘Cause I’m a Mac and that’s how I do it
My number one rule is run up through it
If there’s mackin’ to be done then I get to it
‘Cause I’m livin’ a Mac’s life, I thought you knew it

I’m livin’ a Mac’s life
I’m livin’ a Mac’s life
“And my number one rule is run through it”
Livin’…livin’…livin’…livin’…livin’ a Mac’s life
Livin’…livin’…livin’…livin’…livin’ a Mac’s life
My name is Mac Dre and I’m livin’ a Mac’s life
Yeah, Mac Dre, livin’ a Mac’s life
Pullin’ hoes, wearing the freshest clothes
Slammin’ them mob shot doors
“And my number one rule is run up through it”
And I’m livin’ a Mac’s life
“And my number one rule is run up through it”