Northside lyrics

by

Mac Dre


Yea I'm on..
Ugh.. that's real..
For real that's you?
He said that's real!

[Verse1]

Since I was a young buck
My mackin was cool
I use to tounge kiss girls
In the back of the school
And maybe sometime a n*gga
Got more than a kiss
I put my finger in some puss
That smelt like p*ss
And as I reminisce its kinda funny
How I talked lil girls out they lunch money
They didn't run from me
They used to jock young Dre
Then I stepped up game
And got some c*ck one day
It was a bloody mess
And yes tight as some vice grip
But I was a lil n*gga killin some tight sh*t
Tossed her and started f*ckin her few friends
Cause she told two friends and they told two friends
And word got out that young Dre could f*ck good
Then I f*cked a b*tch who could f*ck and suck good
And after that c*ck was nothin to me
So I flipped the script and stopped f*ckin' for free
Every b*tch I di*ked down
Had to kick down
Whoever I tossed up
Had to cough up
Young in the game man
But quick to learn
That money makes this world turn
So I peeped game
Popped that thang
And let fools know
How I got that name
Mac Dre, boy..
[Verse 2]

I use to creep on Crest Streets
With a tight mask on
Posted, Toasted getten my cash on
Strapped with a gat and a bottle of hendo
Orange zig-zags and big bags of that endo
I pushed pebbles through the mid night hour
24-7 same clothes no shower
Dope sacks smellin' like nut sacks
But f*ck it
I was checkin duckets
Collectin buckets, but now
I'm fresh out the pen
With a chip on my soulder
And now that I'm older
My blood runs much colder
Somebody told a Fed I was in the mix
Hittin' licks..
n*gga ain't that a b*tch?!
I make raps, stay far from saps
Check my traps and collect my snaps
Country Club Crest is where I got this game
And rappin' on the mic is how I got that name..

[Break]
Yea Mac Motha f*ckin Dre
Up in here with my patna
Young DJ Reels
My crestside folks
Aye tell them hoes...
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