Nothin' Correctable

Yeah man, young Mac Dre
 I pops it boy, I pops it big
 [Verse 1:]
 It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push
 On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss
 I've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels
 Not never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills
 And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many
 Drink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi
 M-A-C-D-R-E, that's me
 Like 'em freaky like Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee
 To all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama
 Rodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama
 I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas
 Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma
 Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts
 Don't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch
 But they respect it if not they get rejected
 I'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected
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 I'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato
 Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal
 Warm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable
 [Verse 2:]
 I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers
 Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders
 Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies
 And when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me
 Baby do me is all them hutches holler
 I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada
 More game than keno, down to trips to reno
 Sippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino
 C-note stacka' pack a P-89
 Love group sex take 'em three at a time
 And boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey
 Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray
 Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare
 You know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player
 Resurrected double R elected
 Haters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected
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 [Verse 3:]
 Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real
 About my scrill got to pay my bills
 Boy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid
 Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy
 Busting out like tities in a bra that's too small
 Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall
 Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay
 I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy)
 Been rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis
 Rompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis
 I'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny
 Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny
 Raping pockets I get mine however it come
 Boy I get dumb about my income
 Mac furly up early sippin' X-O
 Nothing correctable; nigga you know
 [Chorus x2]