Be About Yo Doe lyrics

Artist  : Mac Dre 
Song : Be About Yo Doe
 
-Mac Dre- 
 
I`m the kind of nigga that`ll come through and
yoke on you 
Burnin rubber in the shitnell, with the 4-0-2 
Dippin, dashin, smashin 
Through the traffic 
Smokin, chokin, hopin, 
I rap it 
Cuz my candy`s look wet, three coats of clear 
Miami`s on deck with three quartes of beer 
Clownin all the freaks but he still gets jocked 
Bouncin in the seat while the 15`s knock 
I`m dipped in butter everybody jocks my style 
Cal hat pulled down to my eyebrow 
Polo geared down 
I`m in her ear now 
Stealin it, she`s feelin it, its all clear now 
One more hoe, on my team 
I`m a pimp homeboy, what do you mean 
Its all about scrilla in the land of thugs and
killers 
Gangstas, pimps, players, and drug dealers 
 
Chorus 2x 
 
If you, wanna f**k with me 
Be about yo doe, I gots to have doe 
I just want to let you know 
 
Its 2 in the morning and I`m still chasin cash 
Other niggaz in the club, still chasin as* 
f**k theezat 
I`m all about my screezatch 
I got my fishing pole out trying to ceezatch 
A big fish, I`m hungary, need a big bit*h 
I`ma bump a bit*h with the quickness 
Boy its just pimpin in my blood 
Bit*hes, they all give him love 
The Mac name Dre bit*h, take it easy 
You f**kin wit a street nigga thats greasy 
I`ll buck yo brotha, f**k yo motha 
Keep it on the DL, its all undercover 
I`m a hustler bit*h, I pull capers 
I only f**k with thugs that get paper 
Chips, chedda, scrilla, real niggaz, killaz, and
drug dealers 
 
Chorus 2x 
 
24 hours, 7 days a week 
I do my thug thang, playin in them streets 
But the game I play really aint no joke 
Come around my way and you might get smoked 
Bullet proof vest`s, Chevy SS`s 
Come through in a bucket 
The next day in a Lexus 
It`s a ghetto life 
I don`t have no wife 
Boy I`m married to the game and I handle my 
Business, I`m in this for the money not the honey

Square bit*hes spooked, they all run from me 
Dummy, bit*h, if you knew better, you do better 
I`ma stay on bit*h back like new sweaters 
Mac Dre baby 
Quit talkin crazy 
When you get about some money 
Its all gravy 
Ask my last bit*h square, that`s all realla 
I only f**k with pimps, killaz and drug dealers 
 
Chorus 2x