M.A.C.A. - Snoop Dogg

'Cause I’ma keep it G real.

I don’t fuck with you, cuz

You disrespected me.

You disrespect my hood by telling me

Take off my flag, asking how gangster I was, nigga

You lucky on that day I was acting cool, cuz

I told you I ain’t got time for that, but nigga, today I got time, cuz

(«You know what? We likes to party… We likes to party

We likes to party

We don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother nobody…»)

Ay young world, the world is yours

Ay young world, the world is yours

Young world, young world

The world is yours

Young world, the world is yours

The world is yours

The world is yours

The world is yours

The president say he wants to Make America Great Again

Fuck that shit, we gon' Make America Crip Again, cuz

As I look around I see so many millionaires

With skin like mine, don’t pretend like I’m

With that bullshit, your president been tweeting

Them black boys is balling out, the whole block been eating

You punk pigs we calling out

I’ma line y’all on up

Then start my own league, I’ma sign y’all on up

I’m thinking who my heroes be, thank God for the Negro League

Colin Kaepernick was blackballed, ah, nigga, please

This still America with three K’s, believe that shit

The world is yours my nigga, so go and see that bitch

Every chance you get hit that lick and get that shit

Put your name down and your thang down

We gon' Make America Crip Again

Ay young world, the world is yours

Ay young world, the world is yours

Young world, young world

The world is yours

Young world, the world is yours

The world is yours

The world is yours

The world is yours

Don’t ya look strange?

Having all that power but you won’t make change

But don’t trip we Crip and we gang up too

And if I do a count, I’m sure we got more guns than you

Now just imagine if we stop shooting our own kind

I’m a Crip with no color lines, that mean I’m colorblind

I learned that, turnt that, Willie Lynch, burnt that

G status earned that

Now that I’m your OG, it’s my job to teach you

Show you, look out, reach you

Every chance you get hit that lick and get that shit

And put your name down and your thang down

We gon' Make America Crip Again

Ay young world, the world is yours

Ay young world, the world is yours

Young world, young world

The world is yours

Young world, the world is yours

The world is yours

The world is yours

The world is yours

(«You know what? We like to party

We like to party… We like to party

You know what?

Yo, peep this, we like to party»)