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2 Hard 4 the F****n' Radio

Mac Dre
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What kind of shit is this, man? Fuck this, man, give me some of that mack, Dre Listen up, I'm about to get dope It ain't nothing but some shit I wrote About a young brother deep in the game They call me Mack Dre and I'm keeping the name I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use To talk bad about suckers, I don't like them fools Down and dirty 'bout spitting my hits And if not, I'm getting my grits Playing the game like it's supposed to be played Making much more than a minimum wage Not a pimp daddy, don't drive a Caddy I just mack and get all that babbie Dre, you know I never slow down Smoking zesty until I'm really towed down Walk into the party fully perched 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, Mack Dre, you ain't nothing polite" 'Cause I'm the numero uno, can never be the dos A mack named Dre and I'm popping 'em oats Eighteen making raps 'til I'm eighty though And too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio My rhymes are dope 'cause Mack Dre made 'em They made you geek every time you played 'em On your tape deck hooked to your Zapco A little hard, but brother, I'm a mack though Nothing nice making raps that you wanna hear Getting zested with my hands on a beer I can't help it, that's what I like to do Sloppy drunk, rapping on the mic for you A young brother, kinda bone skinny I take a girl to the gold Benny 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 Mack game and mine is the smoothest Like lotion, I'm in motion I'm a mack, I want the big ocean But no matter what the fucking name is Nothing nice is what my game is Eighteen making raps 'til I'm eighty though And too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio Come to the north side of the V The C, the R, the E, the S-T Hit Leonard, what will be seen Twenty young niggas getting full of the heem It's the Romper Room and you know I am The mack named Dre, so get with the program Nothing proper, freaks will clock ya And if there's funk, then punk will mop ya So beware of the four-door Delta Get your crew if you think they can help ya And step up but not too close 'Cause the Crestside is popping the most And all you girls, don't you feel left out? And to the boys, have one that's blessed out And after that we can still be friends though And if not, we'll be friends with the end though Romper Room, kicking on Linden Street Mack Dre, full of the Hennessy Eighteen making raps 'til I'm eighty though And too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio Tell me something good I'm too hard for the fucking radio Mack Dre To my people Crestside Linden Street Mack Dre Romper Room I'm too hard for the fucking radio