Leave Me Alone lyrics

[Intro: Mac Dre speaks]
Biitch
I'm just gettin looser
You know
Tryna do my De La Soul thang up in here

[Verse1: Mac Dre]
She's been wearing tight clothes, so I can recognize her yokes
She's tryna take me down, but she's been goosing all my folks
Tyna get to him, to get to him, to get me
But I've got 20/20 vision, b*tch, I can see!
You say "hey! If I want Dre, I must first get in the circle,"
"I heard he likes them half way dykes, them Backwood blunts with purple"
First you get Rydah, said let's keep this on the under
Scrolled through his f*cking phone and got my beeper number
But the numbay was faultay, that's when you called up Kilo
Gave him some bombjaw, said keep this on the delow
Not knowing what was going on, Kilo called me from your phone
Now its on! b*tch you wrong, you won't leave me the hell alone

[Hook: Mac Dre]
Leave me alone
Will you, b*tch leave me alone
Can you, b*tch leave me alone
Come on b*tch, leave me alone
[Verse2: Rydah J Klyde]
Ha
Well check it out, it goes like this
I hold my mic tight like my di*k when I p*ss
I'm, in the lab c-c-cooking up hits
Got 36 bars more than 36 zips
It flips so quick, I'm a witness to this
Tryna get this package to ship
I'm not crackin my whip
I'm not answering sh*t
Check my celly, got 36 missed
sh*t, my BM was p*ssed
Probably think I'm in a b*tch
Got little miss riding my di*k
Thick thighs and some hips
I'm thinking Highs and some Ricks
Turned up my phones go back to the Tip
Kinda remind you of a n*gga on the grind
And the hood rats call him all the time
Tryna find if he really out pumpin them dimes
And little mama tryna just buy my time
b*tch leave me alone

[Outro: Rydah J Klyde]
Biyatch, leave me alone
Quit callin my phone, b*tch leave me alone
Yeah haha, leave me alone
b*tch