The Mack

The pimp, the mack, the player, the pro

'Cause if you ain’t neither one of 'em

You’ll never have no dough

I’m pimp tight and know what a bitch like

I invite her over just to put some dick in her wind pipe

The simple life is something I complain about day and night

'Cause my bitches would probably get outta line if I didn’t gripe

I tell a hoe to jump, and she ask me for a trampoline

Been pimpin' for ages I was macking out Mary Magdalene

Look, I got more hoes than the world got people

And I could Mack a bitch down to nothing just as sure as a squirrel got squeakers

And I’m smooth, so what you tryna get into?

I send my bitches after bitches that I sent off and say, "Tell 'em I sent you"

I’m hot as a stove top but I’m still chill

I’m ballin' and keep two of 'em on my side like my world is Louwillville

And I’m still real, the fact that I will peel

Keep all of my bitches in line, I feed 'em food for thought

And give 'em a meal deal

My flow sick, it’s a lil ill

I whip the lac til the wheel squeal

Prescription bottle full of ice cubes

Take a chill pill, baby

The pimp, the mack, the player, the pro

How could I be all of these and still break a hoe?

The pimp, the mack, the player, the pro

If you ain’t neither one of 'em you’ll never have no dough

The pimp, the mack, the player, the pro

How could I be all of these and still break a hoe?

The pimp, the mack, the player, the pro

Because if you ain’t neither one of 'em, you’ll never have no dough

Now it’s Akeem the prince

If she ain’t got common sense then I deem her dense

Bitches loss they mind and shit, I don’t know where it seem to went

I’m hot as cooking grease, you can read the meter

You're pimping and getting a lil dough but that ain’t no real cheese

You're a vegan pizza

I tell hoes don’t join if they very scary

I work 'em year round and give 'em a break on the 32nd of February

If you don’t pay my hoes, that can start confusion

So I walk into the club and scare the shit out a ****

Make him a party pooper

It’s the mack of all mack’s

I get wicked with it in Mississippi

A section full of models and prissy bitches

I got the baddest of 'em all and I bring out the best

I tell a hoe don’t play wit' me, my mama didn’t name me finger sex

And **** don’t be approaching none of my hoes, unless yo' fine ass correlate with they fine asses

And then we can sip some yak outta wine glasses

My hoes so fine they make me pitch a fit

She thick as grits and keep my dick hard as Chinese arithmetic

Ya dig what I’m sayin', baby?

The pimp, the mack, the player, the pro

Now, how could I be all of these and still break a hoe?

The pimp, the mack, the player, the pro

If you ain’t neither one of 'em you’ll never have no dough

The pimp, the mack, the player, the pro

How could I be all of these and still break a hoe?

The pimp, the mack, the player, the pro

If you ain’t neither one of 'em you’ll never have no dough

I'm pimpin', I'm lagging, I'm pimping

I'm macking, I'm drifting, I'm lagging

I'm pimpin', I'm lagging, I'm pimping

I'm macking, I'm drifting, I'm lagging

I'm pimpin', I'm lagging, I'm pimping

I'm macking, I'm drifting, I'm lagging

I'm pimpin', I'm lagging, I'm pimping

I'm macking, I'm drifting, I'm lagging

The mack

The mack

The mack

The mack

The mack