Doin What I do (Mac Dre's The Name) - Mac Dre

Yea, yes, yea, yes, mmhmm

Mac Dreezy, Mac Dreezy

I’m back baby

Oh boy where ya been

I’m back

Boy where ya been

Check it

I’m out the roof of a old school

Trynna campaign

Smokin' champagne

Doin' the damn thang

Now this a damn shame

How these smurf’s hate

But these Gilligan’s been trippin' since my first tape

Well here’s another knock

Dope as a hubba rock

For you to bump while you sidin' through the parkin' lot

After the club

Pull it on a dove

Hollerin' at hutches that’s trynna get dug

Out, drout on niggas like me

M to the D from the R-O-M-P bo billy

Usin' gangsta scare tactics

Tennis shoe pimpin' in my Nike Air Max’s

Back on the street after 5 in the slammer

I’m lookin' saucy somebody get a camera

Oh, you mad

I ain’t mad at you

I thought you knew

I’m just doin' what I do

I’m doin' what I do

Bitch don’t get mad if I’m not fuckin' wit you

Or fuckin' wit you

She heard the 15's knock when I hit the block

Then I hopped out buttered and she had to jock

I’m a ho magnet

Heat I’m gon' pack it

Doe I’m gon' stack it

Lick I’m gon' jack it

On the scene

Always smokin' green

In the pen I had CO’s bringin' me the damn thing

It’s yo niggidy

Mac Drigidy

Back in the V look at me I’m livin' free

No parole

I can choke a ho

Get mail, post bail, and they gon' let me go

I’m here to let you know

This as real as it gets

I’m makin' hunks and chunks

Don’t fuck wit kibbles and bits

Big face, hundred dollar bills

Got me, straight face

Gunnin' for the skrill

I’m runnin' wit the pill

Goin' for 2

Wit the double R crew

Doin' what I do

Mac D-R-Ebonics

Dope as chronic

Put it to a beat and make it stank like vomit

Boy I’m a foo-el

Human jew-el

At the studie turnin' blunt into do-bells

Wit D-Con cuz he keep the bomb

And the Crest Side be the turf where we from

I’m a hustla

Straight chip getta

And she gotta pay for Dre to get wit her

No doe ho

Leave me alone

I’m in the drop wit the Cali sun heat in my dome

Feelin' like a movie star when I slide

They know who the hell we are when we ride

It’s Country Club Crest Side crew

Actin' some fools

Potna doin' what the fuck we do

Gorilla gurpin'

Stay out the way boy

And bow down when you see Mac Dre boy