Gift 2 Gab

Gift 2 Gab Lyrics

Song	Gift 2 Gab
Artist	Mac Dre
Album	Young Black Brotha
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	作词 : Khayree, Mac Dre
	[Verse 1]
	Knick knack patty wack, give your ho some donkey
	Listen to the bassline, don't it sound funky?
	Who could it be in the place to stay?
	That's right, ho, Mac mutha****in’ Dre
	One more time back in your ear
	Those dope ass raps you love to hear
	Cold as ice, nothin’ nice
	If I thrust ya once, ho, I’ma thrust ya twice
	That's right, and you know the deal
	You don't want the baby, ho, take the pill
	‘Cause I'ma bust fadles back to back
	And when I get tired, I'ma take a nap
	And when I wake up, I'ma bath some more
	It's the same routine until It's time to go
	You, get what’s in my drawers, and girl I get those sugar walls
	Oh, you didn't know about me?
	The A the N the D the R the E
	Well, peep game, it goes like this
	I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss
	And when it comes to cock, girl, I won't clean it
	Always got my damn hat to the mutha****in’ jimmy
	Cold, bold, 19 years old
	With a brain full of game to be told
	I'm from the V-town, 3 C down
	And a sucka don't wanna see me clown
	Who (who) could it be?
	That’s right, Mac Dre, baby
	Funky fresh, in the flesh
	It's me, Khayree and my joint of sess
	Doin’ it, like a porno star
	Hittin’ in your box, or in your car
	Cool, like the sweat from a snowman
	Kick back, relax and listen, here we go, man
	To the land of the dope rhyme
	And as the song flows on, I really hope I’m
	Not too dirty or rap too strong
	But my mouthpiece is really goin’ on
	From Vallejo, California all the way to China
	Hoes of the world, know I’ma
	Stone cold mack with a gift to spit
	Nothin’ but that dope shit
	So damn fly, don't ask me why
	I smoke Indo and I smoke Thai
	Mac Dre, I thought you knew
	Down and dirty doin’ things that only playas can do
	The coldest MC on this here Earth
	Had to be fresh from the Crestside turf (Crestside)
	Not a Southside sucka who thinks he can rhyme
	But a Crestside playa that's strapped with a 9
	And it don't stop
	[Verse 2]
	I say microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2
	It's young Mac Dre, right back at you
	Wit’ another dose of that dope
	You see, I’m way more potent than coke
	The young fly brotha’s on the mic, y’all
	I’m finna rock this mutha****a all night, y’all
	And just spittin’ and dope shittin’
	And to a nice, smooth beat that’s hittin’
	Cold as ice, clean as soap
	I keep a fresh bag of zags in my Derby coat
	24 hours around the clock
	7 days a week, I’m on a prowl for cock
	Day in, day out, I spit and shout
	A true blue mack, know what I’m talkin’ about?
	It’s just game (game), straight game (game)
	Kick back, let it soak in your brain (mane)
	Listen to me spit that pimpin’ tip
	I put the money to the wallet and the pussy to the dick
	Stack a bank, slap a pack
	Put my mutha****in’ tape in ya goddamn deck
	Man, take a bitch, break a bitch
	And when you're all done, cuddy, man, shake the bitch
	Straight high-sidin’ when you come through squat
	Leave a mutha****in’ cloud in the parking lot
	Load the brains, do some thangs
	Put the mounts on your fingers, man, **** the chains
	Play that ho like a game of checkers
	Treat her like dirt, take her money and wreck her
	‘Cause a ho, ain’t no good (no good)
	Whip her punk ass? Man, I sho’ would
	It’s ’90, you gotta be def
	Take all the money until there ain’t none left
	You see, some young brothas give her tongue
	Lick between her legs and try to get her sprung
	That ain’t the tip, ah, nah
	You stupid mutha****as, what’s wrong wit’ y’all?
	It don’t take all that to get that ho
	If you can’t her, nigga, say, ‘Trick that ho’
	‘Cause when you come up, she’ll be jockin’
	On your front door, man, she’ll be knockin’
	When you let her in, it’s straight to the covers
	That’s the way it goes, believe me, brotha
	I’ve been through it all, it don’t mean nothin’
	Pussy ain’t shit, make the ho pay somethin’
	It’s Mac Dre, hear what I say
	I spit the gift to gab, nigga, every day
	Pimpin’, straight pimpin’
	I don’t wanna see you simpin’
	Listen to my tape, play it all the time
	And when it’s over, man, press rewind
	‘Cause it’s dope shit, you gotta hear it
	And like coke, nigga, you gon’ clear it
	And to the top I’m goin’
	Bitch, I’m flowin’
	And it…and it…and it don’t stop
	It’s Mac Dre, y’all
	Listen to the things I say, y’all

	zuo ci : Khayree, Mac Dre
	Verse 1
	Knick knack patty wack, give your ho some donkey
	Listen to the bassline, don' t it sound funky?
	Who could it be in the place to stay?
	That' s right, ho, Mac mutha in' Dre
	One more time back in your ear
	Those dope ass raps you love to hear
	Cold as ice, nothin' nice
	If I thrust ya once, ho, I' ma thrust ya twice
	That' s right, and you know the deal
	You don' t want the baby, ho, take the pill
	' Cause I' ma bust fadles back to back
	And when I get tired, I' ma take a nap
	And when I wake up, I' ma bath some more
	It' s the same routine until It' s time to go
	You, get what' s in my drawers, and girl I get those sugar walls
	Oh, you didn' t know about me?
	The A the N the D the R the E
	Well, peep game, it goes like this
	I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss
	And when it comes to cock, girl, I won' t clean it
	Always got my damn hat to the mutha in' jimmy
	Cold, bold, 19 years old
	With a brain full of game to be told
	I' m from the Vtown, 3 C down
	And a sucka don' t wanna see me clown
	Who who could it be?
	That' s right, Mac Dre, baby
	Funky fresh, in the flesh
	It' s me, Khayree and my joint of sess
	Doin' it, like a porno star
	Hittin' in your box, or in your car
	Cool, like the sweat from a snowman
	Kick back, relax and listen, here we go, man
	To the land of the dope rhyme
	And as the song flows on, I really hope I' m
	Not too dirty or rap too strong
	But my mouthpiece is really goin' on
	From Vallejo, California all the way to China
	Hoes of the world, know I' ma
	Stone cold mack with a gift to spit
	Nothin' but that dope shit
	So damn fly, don' t ask me why
	I smoke Indo and I smoke Thai
	Mac Dre, I thought you knew
	Down and dirty doin' things that only playas can do
	The coldest MC on this here Earth
	Had to be fresh from the Crestside turf Crestside
	Not a Southside sucka who thinks he can rhyme
	But a Crestside playa that' s strapped with a 9
	And it don' t stop
	Verse 2
	I say microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2
	It' s young Mac Dre, right back at you
	Wit' another dose of that dope
	You see, I' m way more potent than coke
	The young fly brotha' s on the mic, y' all
	I' m finna rock this mutha a all night, y' all
	And just spittin' and dope shittin'
	And to a nice, smooth beat that' s hittin'
	Cold as ice, clean as soap
	I keep a fresh bag of zags in my Derby coat
	24 hours around the clock
	7 days a week, I' m on a prowl for cock
	Day in, day out, I spit and shout
	A true blue mack, know what I' m talkin' about?
	It' s just game game, straight game game
	Kick back, let it soak in your brain mane
	Listen to me spit that pimpin' tip
	I put the money to the wallet and the pussy to the dick
	Stack a bank, slap a pack
	Put my mutha in' tape in ya goddamn deck
	Man, take a bitch, break a bitch
	And when you' re all done, cuddy, man, shake the bitch
	Straight highsidin' when you come through squat
	Leave a mutha in' cloud in the parking lot
	Load the brains, do some thangs
	Put the mounts on your fingers, man, the chains
	Play that ho like a game of checkers
	Treat her like dirt, take her money and wreck her
	' Cause a ho, ain' t no good no good
	Whip her punk ass? Man, I sho' would
	It' s ' 90, you gotta be def
	Take all the money until there ain' t none left
	You see, some young brothas give her tongue
	Lick between her legs and try to get her sprung
	That ain' t the tip, ah, nah
	You stupid mutha as, what' s wrong wit' y' all?
	It don' t take all that to get that ho
	If you can' t her, nigga, say, ' Trick that ho'
	' Cause when you come up, she' ll be jockin'
	On your front door, man, she' ll be knockin'
	When you let her in, it' s straight to the covers
	That' s the way it goes, believe me, brotha
	I' ve been through it all, it don' t mean nothin'
	Pussy ain' t shit, make the ho pay somethin'
	It' s Mac Dre, hear what I say
	I spit the gift to gab, nigga, every day
	Pimpin', straight pimpin'
	I don' t wanna see you simpin'
	Listen to my tape, play it all the time
	And when it' s over, man, press rewind
	' Cause it' s dope shit, you gotta hear it
	And like coke, nigga, you gon' clear it
	And to the top I' m goin'
	Bitch, I' m flowin'
	And it and it and it don' t stop
	It' s Mac Dre, y' all
	Listen to the things I say, y' all

	zuò cí : Khayree, Mac Dre
	Verse 1
	Knick knack patty wack, give your ho some donkey
	Listen to the bassline, don' t it sound funky?
	Who could it be in the place to stay?
	That' s right, ho, Mac mutha in' Dre
	One more time back in your ear
	Those dope ass raps you love to hear
	Cold as ice, nothin' nice
	If I thrust ya once, ho, I' ma thrust ya twice
	That' s right, and you know the deal
	You don' t want the baby, ho, take the pill
	' Cause I' ma bust fadles back to back
	And when I get tired, I' ma take a nap
	And when I wake up, I' ma bath some more
	It' s the same routine until It' s time to go
	You, get what' s in my drawers, and girl I get those sugar walls
	Oh, you didn' t know about me?
	The A the N the D the R the E
	Well, peep game, it goes like this
	I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss
	And when it comes to cock, girl, I won' t clean it
	Always got my damn hat to the mutha in' jimmy
	Cold, bold, 19 years old
	With a brain full of game to be told
	I' m from the Vtown, 3 C down
	And a sucka don' t wanna see me clown
	Who who could it be?
	That' s right, Mac Dre, baby
	Funky fresh, in the flesh
	It' s me, Khayree and my joint of sess
	Doin' it, like a porno star
	Hittin' in your box, or in your car
	Cool, like the sweat from a snowman
	Kick back, relax and listen, here we go, man
	To the land of the dope rhyme
	And as the song flows on, I really hope I' m
	Not too dirty or rap too strong
	But my mouthpiece is really goin' on
	From Vallejo, California all the way to China
	Hoes of the world, know I' ma
	Stone cold mack with a gift to spit
	Nothin' but that dope shit
	So damn fly, don' t ask me why
	I smoke Indo and I smoke Thai
	Mac Dre, I thought you knew
	Down and dirty doin' things that only playas can do
	The coldest MC on this here Earth
	Had to be fresh from the Crestside turf Crestside
	Not a Southside sucka who thinks he can rhyme
	But a Crestside playa that' s strapped with a 9
	And it don' t stop
	Verse 2
	I say microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2
	It' s young Mac Dre, right back at you
	Wit' another dose of that dope
	You see, I' m way more potent than coke
	The young fly brotha' s on the mic, y' all
	I' m finna rock this mutha a all night, y' all
	And just spittin' and dope shittin'
	And to a nice, smooth beat that' s hittin'
	Cold as ice, clean as soap
	I keep a fresh bag of zags in my Derby coat
	24 hours around the clock
	7 days a week, I' m on a prowl for cock
	Day in, day out, I spit and shout
	A true blue mack, know what I' m talkin' about?
	It' s just game game, straight game game
	Kick back, let it soak in your brain mane
	Listen to me spit that pimpin' tip
	I put the money to the wallet and the pussy to the dick
	Stack a bank, slap a pack
	Put my mutha in' tape in ya goddamn deck
	Man, take a bitch, break a bitch
	And when you' re all done, cuddy, man, shake the bitch
	Straight highsidin' when you come through squat
	Leave a mutha in' cloud in the parking lot
	Load the brains, do some thangs
	Put the mounts on your fingers, man, the chains
	Play that ho like a game of checkers
	Treat her like dirt, take her money and wreck her
	' Cause a ho, ain' t no good no good
	Whip her punk ass? Man, I sho' would
	It' s ' 90, you gotta be def
	Take all the money until there ain' t none left
	You see, some young brothas give her tongue
	Lick between her legs and try to get her sprung
	That ain' t the tip, ah, nah
	You stupid mutha as, what' s wrong wit' y' all?
	It don' t take all that to get that ho
	If you can' t her, nigga, say, ' Trick that ho'
	' Cause when you come up, she' ll be jockin'
	On your front door, man, she' ll be knockin'
	When you let her in, it' s straight to the covers
	That' s the way it goes, believe me, brotha
	I' ve been through it all, it don' t mean nothin'
	Pussy ain' t shit, make the ho pay somethin'
	It' s Mac Dre, hear what I say
	I spit the gift to gab, nigga, every day
	Pimpin', straight pimpin'
	I don' t wanna see you simpin'
	Listen to my tape, play it all the time
	And when it' s over, man, press rewind
	' Cause it' s dope shit, you gotta hear it
	And like coke, nigga, you gon' clear it
	And to the top I' m goin'
	Bitch, I' m flowin'
	And it and it and it don' t stop
	It' s Mac Dre, y' all
	Listen to the things I say, y' all

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