Make Your Mine (The Genie Of The Lamp) - Mac Dre

Something about what you’ve done to me, baby, I wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me, baby, can I make you mine

I went bad on a bitch, but I don’t love her

She want an apology but I ain’t Ruben Studdard

I’m buttered, so she jock me style

She buttered, but she not me style

She don’t got it and she ain’t trying to have it

Man, I’m lavish and got expensive habits

If I stab it, what can she offer?

Naw sir, Dreezy ain’t gon' toss her

And she thick too, but I don’t want her yokes

I want all her Federal Reserve notes

I’m better with no hoes over a broke one

I’ll take the ugliest bitch in Oakland

And come through yolkin' Chucky Cheesed up

You broke bitches got me fucked up

I’m a rich nigga, I got lawyers

You broke, I can’t do nothin' but ignore ya

Something about what you’ve done to me baby I wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me baby can I make you mine

This crazy motherfucker wanna be my chick

Always trying to fuck and suck my dick

It won’t happen, you ain’t got no mail

You ain’t got a snowball’s chance in hell

I’m from Vallejo where most niggas is pimps

We eat butterfly tiger prawns not scrimps

On the other side of the fence, what’s crackin'?

Did you detect some slackin' in my mackin'?

You can’t try it unless you buy it

Broke bitch got my dick on a diet

Can’t fuck on her and no I don’t want her

This is O.J.

Simpson pimpin' not Homer

Something about what you’ve done to me, baby, I wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me, baby, can I make you mine

She trying to make me hers but I can’t be hers

Unless I’m goosing her for chips and I’m taking hers

Trying to live so fat I gotta watch calories

It’s all about a salary, and that’s reality

I’m a book you shouldn’t judge by its cover, hoe

I been getting dough since Young Black Brotha, hoe

I’m a brother that can make things happen

Jacking, acting, macking, rapping

Let’s get it crackin', get the slacking out

Every day I blow a half an ounce

I like to smash and bounce in all new whips

What can we do if you ain’t got a few chips?

Take a few sips of this game I poured

It’s money in the streets and it can’t be ignored

It’s money in the streets and it can’t be ignored

Something about what you’ve done to me, baby, I wanna make you mine

You really bring out the best in me, baby, can I make you mine