Maca-Frama-Lamma lyrics

[Intro: Mac Mall]
Ya crash helmet wearin' heifer
You turf dirt tramp
You sack chasin' ass c*nt
Bath waterless b*tch

[Verse 1: Mac Mall]
What's up wit' it, ho, tell me what's it all about?
Since you always talkin' sh*t when this pimp di*k not in yo' mouth
And then you wonder why a n*gga quick to dig yo' helmet
And slap yo' ass so hard when usually I'm smooth as velvet
See, trick, I'm from the Bay and mayne, we make them broads obey
And if you don't then you gon' sport an arm sling or neck brace
Word to OJ and my n*gga Ike Turner
If that ho don't know her role, then I'ma learn her (Learn her?)
Since out I turned her, she get hella emotion-al
But don't let them square biz his feelings get that ass beat down
And even now I get the feminists saying
"A real man would never put his hands on a woman"
But a punk b*tch ain't no lady, they shifty and shady
Crooked, conniving, 51/50 crazy
But I'm quick to introduce her to the Mac prozac
Chokeholds and back hand slaps, now b*tch, dig that

[Chorus: Mac Mall]
Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger
Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bast*rd (That's right)
Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Never chase that b*tch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger
Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bast*rd (That's right)
Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Never chase that b*tch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
[Verse 2: Mac Dre]
Now to understand a maca-frama-lamma
You must first know the lingo, comprehend the grammar
Feel me when I flow, learn when I'm lacin'
MAC: I Mastered the Art of Communication (Uh)
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year
I'm in a b*tch ear, sayin' what she wanna hear
Tryna get things clear, if it ain't clear
And if she stay here, she's runnin' like the reindeer (Ho, ho, ho)
No playin' here, this is mackin' for real
I'm packin' the steel, then stackin' the scrill
So if you happen to feel kinda pimperistic
You got the Furly Ghost in ya, you feelin' my linguistics
Don't get it twisted, let's keep this on the up and up
Beat the blood up out her if she out there f*ckin' up
It's time to toughen up and do this cutthroatish
The maca-frama-lamma n*ggas is the coldest (We the coldest)

[Chorus: Mac Mall]
Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger
Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bast*rd (That's right)
Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Never chase that b*tch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger
Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bast*rd (That's right)
Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Never chase that b*tch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
[Verse 3: Mac Mall]
Oops upside yo' head
Keep poppin' off at the grill and I'ma beat you like an egg
See, your brother's a punk and your daddy's an old man
They get in my business and I'ma send 'em back dead
You know what I'm sayin', no, ho, I ain't no gentleman
I'm a cutthroat n*gga from that there Crestside clan
Won't tell you check yourself 'cause I got it
A tested method to get a b*tch back in pocket
See, one of my breezys start to bumpin' them gums
A mack blackout and get to goin' on one
And I don't give a f*ck, let the police come
But split this b*tch wig because she much too dumb
(What you say? What you say?)
Said I don't give a f*ck let the police come (Let 'em come, ho)
But split this b*tch wig because she much too dumb (I'm still gon' split that wig)
We keepin' it mackin' on the real where I'm from (That Bay, mayne)
A nothing-ass sl*t talk sh*t, she gets stomped, stomped

[Chorus: Mac Mall]
Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger
Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bast*rd (That's right)
Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Never chase that b*tch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her
(Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Maca-frama-lamma, punk ho toe-tagger
Savage, mainey, mannish, plus a money-hungry bast*rd (That's right)
Big face stacker and a mouthpiece master (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Never chase that b*tch, I'd rather let you suckers catch her (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
[Outro: Mac Mall]
It's mackin', it's mackin'
They got that fear of a Mac planet, fear of a Mac planet
They don't want a n*gga to come through and lay down the rules, you feel?
But a b*tch gon' mind (That's right)
Or I'ma put a motherf*ckin' gator boot in her behind