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"Gift 2 Gab"

Nick nack patty whack give a ho sum donkey
Listen to the bass line don't it sound funky
Who could be in the place to stay
That's right Ho, Mac muthafuckin Dre
One more time back in your ear
Those dope ass raps u luv to hear
Cold as ice, nuthin nice
If I thrust u once, Ho I'm a thrus u twice
That's right and u no the deal
U don't want the baby ho take the pill
Cause I'm a bust fables back to back
And when I get tired, I'm a take a nap
And when I wake up, I'm a bath sum more
Hit the same routine until It's time to go
U, was in my drawz, and girl I hit the suga wallz
Oh, u 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
Cause when it comes to cock
Girl I won't clean it
Always got my damn hat to the muthafuckin jimmy
Cold and bold, 19 years old
With a brain full of game to be told
I'm from the V town, three C down
And a sucka don't wanna see me clown
Who, Who could it be
Thatz right Mac Dre baby
Funky fresh, in the flesh
It's me Khyree and my joint of zess
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
With my mouth piece, watz really goin on
From Vallejo, California all the way 2 China
Hoes of the world
Know I'm a stone cold Macc with the gift to spit
Nuthin but that dope shit
So damn fly, don' ask me Y
I smoke indo and I smoke Tai
Mac Dre, I thought u new
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!)
Southside sucka, who thinks he can rhyme
But a crestside playa that's straped with a 9
(A 9) A 9 (A 9) A 9
And it don't stop, (and it don't stop)
I say microphone check 1 2 1 2
It's young Mac Dre, right back at u
With another dose of that dope
See I'm way more potent that coke
The young black brotha on the mic ya'll
I'm gonna rock this muthafucka all night ya'll
Just spittin dope shit n and to a nice smooth beat that's hittin
Cold as ice, clean as soap
I keep a fresh pack of zags in my dirty coat
24 hours around the clock, 7 days a week I'm on a prowl for cock
Day in and day out
I spit and shout
A true new mac, no wat I'm talkin about
It's just game, straight game, kick back let it soak in ya brain
Listen to me spit that pimpin tip
I put the money 2 the wallet and the pussy 2 the dick
Stack a bank, slap a vet
Put my muthafuccin tape in ya got damn decc
Man take a bitch, break the bitch
All my cuddies man shake the bitch
Straight out side when I come thru top
Leave a muthaphuckin crowd in the parkin lot
Note the brains, do sum things
Put mouth to your money man fuck the change
Play that ho like a game of checkers
Treat her like dirt, take her money and wreck her
Cause a hoe (hoe) ain't no good
Whoop her punk ass, man I sure wood
It's '90 ('90), u gotta be deaf
Take all the money until there ain't none left
See sum young brotha give her tongue (get her tongue)
Lick between the legs, and try to get her sprung
That ain't the tip, oh nah (oh nah)
U stupid muthaphucka witz wrong with yal
It don't take all that, 2 get that hoe
If u can't get her nigga, say trick that hoe
Cause when u come up, she'll be jockin
On the front door man she'll be knockin
When you let her in it's straight 2 the covers
That's the way it goes, believe me brotha
I been through it all, it don't mean nuthin
Pussy ain't shit make the hoe pay somethin
It's Mac Dre, hear wat I say
I spit the GIFT TO GAB, nigga everyday
Pimpin, straight Pimpin, I don't want 2 see u simpin
Listen 2 my tape play it all the time
And when it's over, man press rewind
Cause it's dope shit, u got 2 hear it
And when I'm dun nigga u gonna clear it
And To the top I'm goin
Bitch, I'm blowin

The romp ho the romp ho the rom the rom the rom romp ho
The romp ho the romp ho the rom the rom the rom romp ho

[Thanks to Gerald for these lyrics]
[Thanks to Jon, Walta, Forrest, Ben, Gary for correcting these lyrics]

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