Too Hard

Listen up, I'm about to get dope

It ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote

About a young brother deep in the game

They call me Mac Dre and I'm keepin' the name

I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use

To talk bad about suckers, I don't like the fools

Down and dirty 'bout spittin' my hits

And if not, I'm gettin' my grits

Playin' the game like it's supposed to be played

Makin' much more than the minimum wage

Not a pimp daddy, don't drive a Caddy

I just mack and get all that babby

Dre, you know I never slow down

Smokin' cesstee until I'm really towed down

Walk into the party, fully perked

Grab the microphone and let the mouthpiece work

I get hyped and the game starts flowing

The girls get freaky and it starts showing

And when the party's over at the end of the night

They say damn, Mac Dre, you ain't nothin' polite

'Cause I'm the numero uno

Could never be the dos

A Mac named Dre and I'm poppin' the most

18, making raps till I'm 80, though

And too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

My rhymes are dope 'cause Mac Dre made 'em

And made you geek every time you play 'em

On your tape deck, hooked to your Sacco

A little hard, but, brother, I'm a Mac though

Nothin' nice, makin' raps that you wanna hear

Gettin' cessted, put my hands on the beer

I can't help it, that's what I like to do

Sloppy drunk, rappin' on the mic for you

A young brother, kind bone-skinny

I take a girl to the golden penny

Get romantic, just like I planned it

Then cut turf and leave the girl stranded

Is it hard because I just beat it?

Not really, that's what the girl needed

That's game, I thought that you knew this

Mac game, and mine is the smoothest

Like lotion I'm in motion

I'm a mack, I was a big ocean

But no matter, what the fuck your name is

Nothin' nice is what my game is

18, making raps till I'm 80, though

And too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Come to the northside of the V

The C, the R, the E, the S-T

Hit Lennard, what will be seen?

Twenty young **** gettin' full of the Hen

This the romper room and you know who I am

The mack named Dre, so get with the program

Nothin' proper, freaks will clock you

And if there's funk, then punk we'll mop you

So beware of the four-door Delta

Get your crew if you think they can help you

And step up but not too close

'Cause the Crestside is poppin' the most

And all you girls, don't you feel left out?

And to the boys, I've worn that flesh out

And after that we can still be friends, though

And if not, we'll be friends with the Indo

Romper room, kickin' on Lennar Street

Mac Dre full of the Hennessy

Eighteen, makin' raps 'til I'm eighty, though

And too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Tell me somethin' good