Cannons Mac Dre (Ft. Smoov-E)

[Intro: Mac Dre]
Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling real, you know, thuggish right now
Smashing fools way out here in Sebastopol
Yeah, Smoov-E, know you got the heat
Cannon — I know you got your cannon, homie
Yeah, Reek Daddy, I know you got your cannon, homie
Check this out

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I'm not your average neezy; I'm a pimped-out savage, beezy
Representer of the Crest streets, test Reek
Bet he get dumb with them big guns
Let's flip the script, finna spit the shit
Make niggas trip and them bitches strip
Mac Driggedy, yo' niggedy
Kick it in the V, look at me, I'm feeling free
No parole, I could choke a hoe
Get some mail, make bail and ain't gon' let me go
Please believe it, when she retrieve it
I'ma take it, break it, 'cause she don't need it
I'm a Mac, dog, I don't act hard
We can go toe-to-toe in the backyard
Can't you see I'm a G from the V-A-double L-E-J-O
More trees, gettin' cheese from a breezy
Take it easy, you hoe