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Unlv

Genres: Hip-Hop

Hood Mac Lyrics - Unlv

Verse one: {lil' ya} 

 

Twenty seven twelve that's where I dwell 

But you had to have heart to be down 

From the start 'cause a nigga didn't play 

That hoe shit if you got jacked you had to 

Strap and that's a rap bitch 

'cause gee's are gee's and youngsters are hustlers 

You come up in the third bein' a buster 

'cause if the capital ya found out about you nigga 

I have to take yours to make mine bigger 

And you can go get yo boys and they better come correct 

'cause I got k's and I'm a put yo ass in check 

You like a pussy cat comin' up in the wood 

Try'na survive in my motherfuckin' hood 

 

Chorus: {bridge/lil' ya & yella boy} 

 

{lil' ya} 

It's the mac from the motherfuckin' hood y'all 

It's the mac from the motherfuckin' hood 

 

{yella boy} 

I'm sick and tired I'm sick and tired 

Of these bitches playin' with me 

I'm from the three you better respect unlv 

 

Verse two: {yella boy} 

 

Daddy used to laugh till I bought the park fast 

Started off with opportunities I achieved real fast 

At the park ain't no joke I started movin' quarters 

Like a baller people watchin' it's my dog 

So he ain't callin' I'm bout puffin' as i 

Choke to the chronic smoke 

You see me comin' you hear the music 

Joggers walkin' by I'm still drivin' twenty-four seven 

Around the fuckin' block my nigga 

Lil' ya spittin' game at you dog hoes 

Fuck what you wearin' don't trip of them dog hoes 

Them boys at mac he down with them so it's all good 

I'm with tec-9 we be with mac's up to no good 

 

Chorus: {2x} 

 

Verse three: {lil' ya} 

 

It's the mac and I'm back on solo tip 

I never fell in love and I never got pussy broke 

Pimpin' up on bitches on my block 

From my hood and kept up the keys 

You know I'm doin' good started workin' with 

Twenty's now I flipped it to a half 

Now I'm a quarter bird you bitches can't laugh 

So give me credit and stop try'na playa hate 

Gettin' jealous never talk about me in my face 

Talkin' behind my back I'm a fuck you 

Bitches up real good 'cause I'm a fool from the three 

The mac fat from the motherfuckin' hood 

 

Chorus: {2x}