Livin’ A Mac’s Life Mac Dre

“And my number one rule is run up through it”

[Verse 1]
Cold rhymer, big timer
You can search but I doubt you’ll find a—
Nother MC, like me
The A-the N-the D-the R-E
Straight Mac, man, never would I love a hoe
A little hard but a fly young brotha though
Taking you home, baking your dome
It’s like that because I gets my cock on
Spittin’ the game, livin’ up to my name
Some real dope shit but it’s not cocaine
Not the type of guy, the type of nigga
That smokes weed but would never smoke a ciga—
Rette, and I’ll bet, I’ll put a sucker in check
Pop him up then jet, ‘cause that’s what he get
Tryna fuck, with young Mac ass Dre
Straight hoggin’ on mine, so stay out my way
‘Cause I set my goal and I’m making my move
I want every damn body in a Mac Dre groove
I’m cold as hell, nothin’ nice
Mac Dre, baby, livin’ a Mac’s life

And I’m livin’ a Mac’s life
“And my number one rule is run up through it”