Heat & Head - Mac Dre, Mac Mall

I used to do dumb shit so OGs would give me coins

Back in the days of finger waves and grimmy joints

One nigga, stupid doo doo dumb nigga

False ID to the police, always on the run, nigga

In and out of jail like a fuckin' alcoholic

I was doin' my thug thang, or whatever you wanna call it

Now I’m off the toilet, shittin' on everything

You niggas can’t spoil it, I’m hittin' my Mary Jane

I stack that, I’m strapped with a fat gat

Ready to clap clap; any function, I’m at that

Security don’t search me 'cause I’m VIP

Got my S-T-R-A-P, be everywhere I be, heat

Whoa, blow on, breezy; blow on, breezy

Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit

Little mama got the bomb, bomb head

Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit

I knew you was a southjaw, headers of the century

I mean, ostrich neck, uh

She’s like a jizm magician

Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit

(Blow on, breezy; blow on, breezy)

Don’t stop, don’t quit, go 'head, use your spit, bitch

Yeah, I was considerin' first class tickets to Boston

But instead we goin' to Jawmaica on a red eye