She Goin’ Part 1 M.C. Mack

[Intro: M.C. Mack & Juicy J]
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
Monica
She goin', she goin'
Tina
She goin', she goin'
Erica
She goin', she goin'
Kara
She goin', she goin'
Bitch
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'

[Verse 1: MC Mack]
I Woke up early Saturday mornin', cellular phone is ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, yo, is it a bitch, a cop or is it them robbers?
Plottin' the Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends, I pay a lemon-lame, nigga, no bother, my cheese go reach the ceilin' fan
I sit back watchin' these hoеs I went to school with, turnin' out as prostitutes
Back in the days thеy were stuck up but now they spreadin' they legs to make their loot
The Mack is takin' scantie, wangi, wannabe-save hoes straight to church
I cope myself by sayin' "Turn around, stupid, silly ho, trick, raise up your skirt"
Slappin', jackin', shakin', breakin' bitches for their cheese
How in the hell you think, the Mack is slippin' pimpin', off some triflin' bitches
Mackin', with a passion, a passion for pimpin' is what I be spittin' them bitches
I click miss, like a lunatic, I'm clever, however, fuck these half-hoes
Tricks be tryin' to run game but they really don't know the Mack well
I'm sayin' what's up, to that funky ass cappin' ho
Break your knees, make my cheese, while you, bitch, please
Talkin' 'bout a nigga run your ass, but I can't tell tryna put a nigga in the clique
Don't call no folks, but I'm out here conin', even the judge know your ass is goin'