Testo Straight Lace - Mac Mall
Testo della canzone Straight Lace (Mac Mall), tratta dall'album Untouchable
It was the 14th of June when I came forth from the womb
My father looked into the sky and said the game was doomed
When I was six, I said, "Dad, I want to spend major cash
With a saucy super bad in my Fleetwood Cad'"
Blazing fat ass takers and never stressing off bills
Booking first-class flights, sleep out of state when I feel
Shit, caviar and pink champagne
Be at the major events just to get paid
And when I hit the age of about 15
I had to make reality out of my old school dream
I started popping P's and the shit didn't stop
'Til I was counting G's sitting tall at the top
I just made 19, and by the time this shit drop
I'll be choking on some holla counting fetty and knots
'Cause I was straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About to mend the way suckers and shade tree hoes
'Bout how to cop a suede low and straight bub-bow
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle
Straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About to mend the way suckers and shade tree hoes
'Bout how to cop a suede low and straight bub-bow
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle
18 and over, Rolex dope
Pimp with traitors, fronting niggas, tell me what you know
All that P.H.'ing you doing gon' get your punk ass crossed
And all them hoes that you loving gon' get your bitch ass off
You ain't no cutty of mine, just marking tricking the game
That's like them broads who run they mouth and ride the dick for the name
She'll be smoking the cane, steady wasting your time
Been grinding 20 damn years and ain't made a fucking dime
So when you see me living lavish like a player should
I slam it hard in your baby mama Kentwood
He get disgusted, confused, heated around the collar
Jealous because Young Mack Ass Mall is making dollars
And it make me wanna holla, throw up both my hands
Reach for my chop and kill a man
But it ain't worth a hollow point shell
To smoke a dope with no hope, gang, money, or mail
You suckers sick and belel
Yeah, man, I'll let you tell it
But if it come my way, yeah, baby boy, I'm gon' sell it
And that's game
Straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About to mend the way suckers and shade tree hoes
'Bout how to cop a suede low and straight bub-bow
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle
Straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About to mend the way suckers and shade tree hoes
'Bout how to cop a suede low and straight bub-bow
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle
I heard that money and pussy make the world revolve
And there's a me and Dirty Mack that rock your balls or mall
I take you to another page, some be hoping I fall
Sometimes I crack up to myself because I'm fucking them all
You can leave a player stranded in Maine, when they done blew game
I bet I be president 'fore I hit the strip and bust a U
Niggas in the ghetto catch the vapors like a flu
My folks they hear this slamming say, "Mack Moore that's what you do"
Step into the function with my five trey fifth
No aliens, baby girl, it's straight pimps
You can tell by how we talk and how we dress and how we kick
How we flossing them hoes and all the loads we flip
How I flows this shit through a microphone receiver
Nigga, bob your head, or you gon' make me pull my nina
And regulate, I had you sprung from the gate
Now I'm gon' send you on your way, baby boy, straight lace
Straight lace, straight lace, straight lace
You know, straight lace, this shit going out
Straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About to mend the way suckers and shade tree hoes
'Bout how to cop a suede low and straight bub-bow
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle
Straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About to mend the way suckers and shade tree hoes
'Bout how to cop a suede low and straight bub-bow
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Yeah, though, really, though, really, though
Yeah, though, this Young Mack Ass Mall
What's up, Mosley?
Shit, I'ma send this shit out to my niggas in Kansas City
To my niggas in Houston, you know what I'm saying
Putting it down in the H-Town
Yeah, though, definitely the motherfuckers in the Crestside
The best side, you know what I'm saying
Fuck them suburb suckers
You know, much love to my niggas in the Seattle
You know what I'm saying, the C-Town
Yeah, but I'ma take this shit back three C-Town
So we can slam, nigga
'Cause it's straight lace, game from the get-go
About to mend the way suckers and shade tree hoes
'Bout how to cop a suede low and straight bub-bow
And how you be the sharpest nigga in your hustle
Hustle
'95, Seth Direct, man
Credits
Writer(s): M. Mosley, J. Rocker Mac Mall
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