Ask For lyrics

[Verse: Mac Dre]
If I ain’t drunk now, I’m finna be
I’m  full of the Remy, ready to engage the enemy
Push  the extremity, hear me, and don’t let up
Use his b*tch to set up, and then wet up
n*gga, shut up, you ain’t got my mail yet
Get  hit with the Kel-Tec, with the shell-catch
My  b*tch mail-fetch, sell sex, she rich
I check ill traps and will slap the b*tch
So  cold, my little n*ggas from the North Pole
Put ya in a chokehold and shoot up your Ford Probe
Apply force, we a mobile strike force
Put 365 horse in a tight Porsche
When  my source gives me the coordinates
I sic ‘em, get ‘em, hit ‘em with the pair of ordnance
You insubordinates get the cutthroat guillotine
Ya-da-di-mean? n*gga, this the killa team

[Chorus: Mac Dre & Mac Mall]
They on it, they want it, these n*ggas ask for it
They on it, they want it, these n*ggas ask for it
They on it, they want it, these n*ggas ask for it
They on it, they want it, these n*ggas ask for it

[Outro]
- Talk to the hand 'cause the face don't wanna hear it anymore
- What hand? Talk to your hand?
- You ain't all that and a bag of potato chips
- What are you talking about?
- Don't go there, girlfriend, mhm
- Whose girlfriend?
- Don't mess with me, I'm one crazy mofo. I had to pop a cop 'cause he wouldn't give me props in Oaktown. No? I heard that somewhere