Nothin’ Correctable Mac Dre

Uh
Yeah mane
Young Mac Dre
I pops it boy
I pops it big

[Verse 1]
It all started off with the doctor tellin' my momma push
On July 5th, one-nine-seven-oh, Mac Dre hopped out that puss
I've been soakin' game since Rock 'Em Sock 'Em and Hot Wheels
Not never the chance to pass me, I keep 'em jockin', I got skills
And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many
Drink Privilege Hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with Rémy (Rémy?)
M-A-C D-R-E, that's me
Like 'em freaky like Janet, not Jackson, but jack me, yee!
To all my niggas in the manor, to Alabama
Rodrigo blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bammer
I plan to have a ticket and kick it in The Bahamas
Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby mama (Nah!)
'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

[Hook]
Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?)
I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!)
Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!)
Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable
Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?)
I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!)
Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!)
Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable