Ask For - Mac Dre

If I ain’t drunk now, I’m finna be

I’m full of the Remy, ready to engage the enemy

Push the extremity, hear me, and don’t let up

Use his bitch to set up, and then wet up

Nigga, shut up, you ain’t got my mail yet

Get hit with the Kel-Tec, with the shell-catch

My bitch mail-fetch, sell sex, she rich

I check ill traps and will slap the bitch

So cold, my little niggas from the North Pole

Put ya in a chokehold and shoot up your Ford Probe

Apply force, we a mobile strike force

Put 365 horse in a tight Porsche

When my source gives me the coordinates

I sic 'em, get 'em, hit 'em with the pair of ordnance

You insubordinates get the cutthroat guillotine

Ya-da-dickmean?

Nigga, this the killa team

They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it

They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it

They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it

They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it

— Talk to the hand 'cause the face don’t wanna hear it anymore

— What hand?

Talk to your hand?

— You ain’t all that and a bag of potato chips

— What are you talking about?

— Don't go there, girlfriend, mhm

— Whose girlfriend?

— Don't mess with me, I’m one crazy mofo.

I had to pop a cop 'cause he wouldn’t

give me props in Oaktown.

No?

I heard that somewhere