Young Mac Dre

Ain't I'm clean...Ain't I'm clean...Ain't I'm clean

Ain't I'm clean...Ain't I'm clean...Ain't I'm clean

Ain't I'm clean...

I'm a dope rhyme thinkin', Hennessy drinkin'

Nigga that'll do a drive-by in a Lincoln

Crazy muthaf*cka, straight sick in the mind

Man, f*ck everybody, it's me and my nine

Switchblade in my pocket, AK in the trunk

And when I drink fifth of Heem and get sloppy drunk

I'm ready to do something bad to a nigga

Straight itchin' to pull that trigga

Rat-a-tat-tat with my Uzi machine

No hesitation when I'm doing my thing

‘Cause niggas nowadays have no respect (No respect)

I cut ‘em by myself, put niggas in check

Punk this, punk that, punk, here's my gat

I ride around town with it on my lap

‘Cause ain't no tellin' when funk jumps off

I gotta be first to get mine off

Since age 13 I've been breaking laws

Running up in cars with dope in my draws

Servin' dope fiends them boulders (boulders)

Steady soakin' game gettin' older (gettin' older)

Started back when I used to smoke a little weed

I got my first cot when I played Little League

A young fool, way too cool

Hit the 7th Grade, said ‘f*ck some school'

I used to go so I could just hang out

Always hear the teachers yell my name out

Young Dre, always up to no good

Sittin' in a class with a Walkman under my hood

Bumpin' $hort, rappin' to “Friends”

Sellin' two dime and joints just to make some ends

The young proper, way too proper

Muthaf*ckin' Mac, straight cherry popper

Street fiend, never at home

But when I was, I known to bone

Blowin' little girl's brains up is how I came up

Gettin' ‘em hot, hittin' the spot, makin' ‘em all flame up

When I was young, I loved to f*ck

Break dumb hoes and make some suck

I was a sex fiend, but never did I eat the cot

I got ‘em wet and like I savage I would beat the cot

In '85, started cravin' for mail

Then came the yayo and then I started to sell

Out on the block, I used to slang rocks

All damn day with the rollers on my jock

I shook and shake ‘em, on chases I would take ‘em

Tryna flip me a drop, a set of Vogues and some Daytons

Way too shob, hooked with the mob

Gats had my back, I didn't have to squab

They didn't understand my money-makin' attitude

I kept stackin' and my bank got fatter, dude

Slangin' rock daily in my neighborhood

To the roamers on the corners and they pay me good

Hotter than grits, I went straight through the back door

With six, had another chance to stack mo'

Thangs was cool, no funk with the Southside

It got funky then a nigga had to hoo-ride

Eight deep in a mob shot Chevrolet

Police f*ckin' with a nigga, man, every day

In and out of the juvenile system

They try to tell me but a nigga wouldn't listen

Got popped, dropped in the boys ranch

White judge couldn't give a black boy a chance

It was crazy but the time didn't faze me

I wrote raps on my bunk being lazy

Touched down cold in the studio

Makin' demos with my homeboy Coolio

Straight spit, talkin' down on a hoe

Then Khayree put my tape in the sto'

Mac Dre, boy

Rock the Bay, boy

So vicious, a muthaf*ckin' playboy

They let it beat on the street for a little while

Then I told ‘em ‘bout the California lifestyle

That I live but the vision I keep spittin'

Buy my mixtape, muthaf*cka, ‘cause it's hittin'

(‘Cause it's hittin')

Yeah, Mac Dre, goddamn

I'm way too … you know

I'ma just maintain my composure and do my time like a soldier

Yeah, that's right, muthaf*cka

Come out just a little bit harder, blowin' muthaf*ckas out the water

Yeah, you don't hear me though

Mac Dre is in the house

Ain't I'm clean *cheering*