Feelin Like That Ni**a - Mac Dre

Chillin' at a house party, me and my 40

Chokin' off dank rolled up in a pierogi

Cot everywhere, I mean the bitches was at that

I’m peepin' the scene seeing who I’m a mac at

This bitch walked in lookin real prizznity

With no hesitation, I step to the brizznity

Said, «How you doin', baby, can I spit at you?

Saucy young tender, can I get at you?»

She musta recognized the potent pimpin' on sight

'Cause she was jockin' MD for the rest of the night

We smoked dank, and drank Tanqueray

I said, «Baby, are you sure you can hang with Dre?»

With the party still poppin' we shook the spot

Cut to my Brougham and I took the cot

For 25 minutes MD was shovin' it

She was screamin' my name and I could tell she was lovin' it

Cock was thrusted, nuts was busted

In this no good bitch that some nigga trusted

Pulled up my pants and she put on some lipstick

Went back in the party feelin' pimperistic

I couldn’t help but notice that this nigga was starin'

I thought he was trippin' off the clothes I was wearin'

But, he stepped to MD and said, «What's up, punk?

You been fuckin' my bitch and now I want some funk»

I said, «I'm not with the drama so you can save the theatrical

I macked on your bitch 'cause she appeared to be mackable»

But instead of this nigga being real on a playa

He took a step back and tried to steal on a playa

I said, «Look fool, nobody smashes Dre

I throw these thangs like young Cassius Clay»

With one blow, I sent the punk to the flo'

And said, «Get your ass up if you want some more»

These niggas ran up, they musta been his crew

Now tell me what the fuck was I supposed to do?

Cut to the Brougham and got the M-double-8

So I can get these muthafuckas from up out of my face

Let off a rat-a-tat, hopped in my Cadillac

And burned long rubber on them suckas I gatted at

Yeah

I got my choppa on my left with my finger on the trigga

Rollin' in a glasshouse feelin' like that nigga

Suckas started static last night now I’m searchin'

Finna put some work in, 'gnac got me perkin'

Seen a sucka posted with his bitch at the liquor store

Put in the clip and go, didn’t mean to hit the ho

Fully automatic Mac-11 spittin' fast

Make sure I get that ass, then I hit the gas

Punch it to the hood, switchin' up now I’m back

Rollin' in the 'Lac, still sippin 'gnac

Rollers to their right get behind me, I don’t trip

They lookin' for a nigga in a Chev, I don’t slip

High speed chase if they want to harass me

Put the lights on, switch lanes then pass me

Had me kinda noid but no longer am I spooked

And man, like I said, if they jacked me they was juked

Creep to the spot where the homeboys romp

Niggas on the dice gettin' paid shootin' twamps

30 minutes later pockets fat now I’m cool

Steppin' out the house, niggas scream «Get that fool»

Suckas smash up in the deuce and a squirrel

Three bald heads and a nigga with a curl

Bullets let loose, I get it in the chest

Fools smash off screamin', «Trick, fuck the Crest»

Waitin' for the muthafuckin' ambulance

Thinkin' to myself: I don’t stand a chance

Dizzy and my breathing is impossible

Next thing I know I’m at the hospital

Wakin' up hurt, fresh out the trauma

Lookin' at my bitch, and my baby’s mama

They tryna act cool, but I know they hate it

My baby’s mama said, «Damn Dre, you barely made it»

Straight tore back, sore than a muthafucka

Thinkin' to myself: Man, I gotta smoke another sucka

Chillin', illin', back on the street

Strapped with my gat layin' in the back seat

Got a white boy drivin' lookin' like a nerd

Rollin' in a fucked up Thunderbird

Got my gloves on, hoodie and my mask and

Mad than a muthafucka, finna do some blastin'

We hit this dope track like we lookin' for some rocks

And I hop out the back door and quickly get to poppin'

Suckas start droppin', and I stop cappin'

And hop back in, just like nothin' happened

I’m puttin' in work, killin' fools dissin'

A muthafuckin' savage, a nigga on a mission

Yeah