Me Damac Mac Dre

[Hook]
Here's a little something about me damac
I like the low cut jeans where you can see the crack
Get drunk off the priv, the heem, the yak
Then drink a double shot, to bring me back
I'm from where you never see a seed in a sack
The Bay boy and Dre boy is bringing it back
I'm "handlin suffa", what's the meaning of that?
You'll never see a nigga that's as clean as the Mac

[Verse 1:]
Call me Mr. Kleenex, I'm so cold
Icy wrists like I've been making snow cones
What's up homes? What size them rims is?
Twenty-two mother fucking inches
Seats big as benches, I never touch wrenches
The only work I do, is working these bitches
My palm itches, that means money
Have you ever seen bling, bling when it ain't sunny?
This ain't funny, they can't slow me down
Big bad wolf can't blow me down
Every bad bitch, want to blow me now
Oh you know me now? oh you my homie now?
I get dumb, stewy in your face
Hop out the Benz with the Louis briefcase
Cheapskate? Fuck the price
You ain't really cool if you ain't got ice