I'm in Motion

I'm in, I'm in motion

I'm, I'm in, I'm in motion

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I'm, I'm, I'm in motion

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Peep game, I started like this

I'm nothin' fuckin' nice with the mic in my fist

Never slackin' when I'm mackin', get straight to the point

And always got my damn lighter to the mothafuckin' joint (I'm in motion)

Mac Dre, dope as you ever knew

Taxin' muthafuckas like Internal Revenue

Knockin' 'em off the top like it ain't no thang

Suckers can't hang with the way I slang (the way I slang)

Rhymes flow smooth like milk from a cup

Straight cussin' when I'm bustin' don't be givin' a fuck

'Cause there's no room for weak and soft ones

Square muthafuckas end up lost ones

I'm the type of brotha that you don't wanna see (don't wanna see)

Mobbin' on the S-T-A-G-E

Doper then a joint of that D-A-N-K

Got more soul then Kunta Kinte (Kunta Kinte)

Young playa', down for the mail

Even bustin' tapes when they put me in jail

Straight from the C-E double L

Nevertheless, funky fresh, boy, I'm never stale

Pumpin' your brain up with game gettin' groovy 'en

Doper then a key of that pure Peruvian

Uncut, dope as X-rated

Some hate it 'cause they can't relate

But I'm takin' out every time

'Cause sucka slayin' is a full-time job

Not one to brag, but to tell you the truth, mayne

I'm funkier than a locker room after a hoop game

To put it to you straight, I'm one nice dream

I'll make your brain, melt like ice cream

Givin' it to you just the way you like to be gave to

You never hear Dre do or say what they do

'Cause I'm no biter (I'm no biter), I'll just write a

Rap that caps on a young sucka that might a

Step outta line, dissin' a rhyme

Becomin' Mac Dre is like committin' a crime

I'll best the rest, but test the best

But nevertheless the funky fresh, rizaps

Makin' lots of snizaps

Suckas try to hang, I'll make a tape fizat

But some take no, try to throw those

Slightly dope raps, but I just show those

Suckas sudden death, I never slowly kill

Knockin' 'em off the box like Evander Holyfield

I can't be touched when I'm on the microphone

I'll make sucka MC's leave the mic alone (leave the mic alone)

One by one, they all bow down

And get riggidy romped out to this Mac Dre sound

Sometimes I cuss but whenever I bust

I keep the fans geeked, and they can't get enough (can't get enough)

Like a dope fiend hooked on the glass pipe (glass pipe)

Or an alcoholic hooked on the ack-right (ack-right)

My raps make love to your ear hole (ear hole)

It's the diggity dope shit you love to hear, ho (hear ho)

I'm in, I'm in, I'm in motion

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Saucey, yes, I got flava

When I'm fuckin' it up, man, nothin' can save ya

Droppin' the funky shit like a A double S hole

Romper room soldier comin' straight from the crest hoe (crest hoe)

Hotter then hot sauce, love to cock toss

Bitches get sprung when I'm gettin' my rocks off

'Cause I'm not the type that be bustin' quick ones

I like to hit the cock in all positions

From the back, or with the bitch on top

With young Mac Dre, mayne, it just don't stop

There ain't a piece of pussy that I can't get

Hoes on my dick like stank on shit

They just love they way, I T-A-L-K

"You're so saucey," is what they tell Dre

Then ten minutes later they be wantin' to G this

Jealous muthafuckas be hatin' to see this

Player haters try to salt me up

Doin' punk shit to fault me up

But that bullshit don't faze me

She's still sprung, and she still pays me

With the quickness, she ain't hesitant

Givin' up them dead presidents

That lovey-dovey shit I just can't get with

I charge hoes for this black big dick

Fly young tenders with lots of green

Be kickin' me down like a slot machine (slot machine)

Breakin' me off somethin' more than propper

Young Mac Dre's a cold cash clocker

Not the type of brother that be tastin' hoes (tastin' hoes)

I'm the type of nigga that be lacin' hoes (lacin' hoes)

'Cause the bitch ain't nothin' but five letters (five letters)

She don't kick down, then I sweat her (I sweat her)

Mack the bitch, crack the bitch, break her

She won't pay then, mayne, I shake her

'Cause money makes the world spin

Fuck a wife and a girlfriend

It's all about S-N-A-P-S

A bitch that's broke, just ain't fresh

Some niggas think they gotta pay

Fuck that shit, not Mac Dre (Mac Dre)

I'll tell 'em like this, it costs to toss me

'Cause ain't no bitch, that damn saucey

Hoes get sprung on the S-E-X

And don't hesitate givin' up the cheques

I'm, I'm in motion (givin' up the cheques)

I'm I'm in, I'm in motion (givin' up the cheques)

I'm, I'm in, I'm in motion

I'm in, I'm in motion (we still doin' it, mayne)

I'm in motion

I'm, I'm in motion