Mac a framma lamma Mac Dre

[Mac Mall talking]
You crash-helmet wearin' heffer
You turf-dirt tramp
[Mac Mall talking]
You crash-helmet wearin' heffer
You turf-dirt tramp
You Sack-chasin ass cunt
Bathwaterless bitch

[Mac Mall]
Whats up with it ho, tell me whats it all about?
Seems you always talkin' shit when this pimp dick not in yo mouth
And then you wonder why a nigga quick to dig yo helmet
And slap yo ass so hard when usually I'm smooth as velvet
See trick I'm from the bay and man we make them broads obey
And if you don't then you gon sport up on sling and neck brace
Word to OJ and my nigga Ike Turner
If that ho don't know her role them ima learn her (learn her?)
Sessed out I turned her, she get hella emotional
But don't let the square be his feelins if that ass beat down
And even now I get the femenists sayin'
"a real man would never put his hands on a woman"
But a punk-bitch ain't no lady
They shifty and shady
Crooked connivin' 51/50 crazy
But I'm quick to introduce her to the mac-prozac
Choke-holds and back hand slaps
Now bitch dig that!