"Who Can It Be (Remix)" lyrics
The game I spit is fat like Oprah
Got more soul than deep fried okra
Dope like China White
Numb like dynamite
Blowin up the spot cause dude, I'm kinda tight
Raps flow fat like beer from keg taps
Slap them saps and give dabs to big mac
Seasoned veteran this game I'm indulgin'
Pockets bulgin from bankin trojans
Love my grip but don't trip off ghetto freaks
Kill for skrill but chill deep in them ghetto streets
Dodge and duck when police chase me
Sharp as Fuck, cause OGs laced me
Me and my mic is like gin and soko
Dunk and yako
Foot in sock oh, you didn't know
Well peep this mane
And recognize Mac Dre is the name
I step to the mic with intent to lace those
Who lack the nack to mac stack and break hoes
I come raw, but keep it oh so real
I got the kind of game to make a female kill
And I go deep up in some chassi
Doggystyle like that mutt called lassie
They all chase me, like cat chase mice
And I play them, like fools play dice
I'm what is known as the play B-O-Y
Some people trip cause Dre be so fly
I stay dipped like them fools in G.Q
Step into the party and they all say he's cool
(Who does it be?)
(And what is ya name?)
Mac Dre's the name
(You know Mac Dre is the name)
(Who does it be?)
(And what is ya name?)
Mac Dre's the name
(You know Mac Dre is the name)
My lyrical content is deep like a good book
I serve flavor, just like a good cook
Grab a mic and ill at a party
Rap so good I send chills through your body
Romp style
Tight like coochie, rolled like sushi, funky like Bootsy
And top notch is what they rate Dre
Cause I got more rhymes than food at Safeway
So make way, for the M-A-C
As I put the Crest Side on the M-A-P
I got more game than that fool cat, say Jack
I'm a G, a player from way back
Skill superior, far from inferior
Got the pimp shell with the gangsta interior
And with the broads I'm smooth as suave son
And when it's funk I get the job done
So don't underestimate the great Mac
Cause I make raps, and pimp to make laps
I hate saps
Can't stand a smurk, definition of smurk
Sucka mark and a jerk
I perk off courvoisier
Slightly heated with a gram on yeah
Never hesitate to put game in a tight rap
Mac Dre is the name, and I like that
(Who does it be?)
(And what is ya name?)
Mac Dre's the name
(You know Mac Dre is the name)
(Who does it be?)
(And what is ya name?)
Mac Dre's the name
(You know Mac Dre is the name)
You know what they call a 'Quarter Pounder with cheese' in France?
No
Tell 'em Vincent
Got more soul than deep fried okra
Dope like China White
Numb like dynamite
Blowin up the spot cause dude, I'm kinda tight
Raps flow fat like beer from keg taps
Slap them saps and give dabs to big mac
Seasoned veteran this game I'm indulgin'
Pockets bulgin from bankin trojans
Love my grip but don't trip off ghetto freaks
Kill for skrill but chill deep in them ghetto streets
Dodge and duck when police chase me
Sharp as Fuck, cause OGs laced me
Me and my mic is like gin and soko
Dunk and yako
Foot in sock oh, you didn't know
Well peep this mane
And recognize Mac Dre is the name
I step to the mic with intent to lace those
Who lack the nack to mac stack and break hoes
I come raw, but keep it oh so real
I got the kind of game to make a female kill
And I go deep up in some chassi
Doggystyle like that mutt called lassie
They all chase me, like cat chase mice
And I play them, like fools play dice
I'm what is known as the play B-O-Y
Some people trip cause Dre be so fly
I stay dipped like them fools in G.Q
Step into the party and they all say he's cool
(Who does it be?)
(And what is ya name?)
Mac Dre's the name
(You know Mac Dre is the name)
(Who does it be?)
(And what is ya name?)
Mac Dre's the name
(You know Mac Dre is the name)
My lyrical content is deep like a good book
I serve flavor, just like a good cook
Grab a mic and ill at a party
Rap so good I send chills through your body
Romp style
Tight like coochie, rolled like sushi, funky like Bootsy
And top notch is what they rate Dre
Cause I got more rhymes than food at Safeway
So make way, for the M-A-C
As I put the Crest Side on the M-A-P
I got more game than that fool cat, say Jack
I'm a G, a player from way back
Skill superior, far from inferior
Got the pimp shell with the gangsta interior
And with the broads I'm smooth as suave son
And when it's funk I get the job done
So don't underestimate the great Mac
Cause I make raps, and pimp to make laps
I hate saps
Can't stand a smurk, definition of smurk
Sucka mark and a jerk
I perk off courvoisier
Slightly heated with a gram on yeah
Never hesitate to put game in a tight rap
Mac Dre is the name, and I like that
(Who does it be?)
(And what is ya name?)
Mac Dre's the name
(You know Mac Dre is the name)
(Who does it be?)
(And what is ya name?)
Mac Dre's the name
(You know Mac Dre is the name)
You know what they call a 'Quarter Pounder with cheese' in France?
No
Tell 'em Vincent
