Cannons - Smoov-E, Mac Dre

Yeah, yeah, I’m feeling real, you know, thuggish right now

Smashin' fools way out here in Sebastopol

Yeah, Smoov-E, know you got the heat

Cannon—I know you got your cannon, homie

Yeah, Reek Daddy, I know you got your cannon, homie

Check this out

I’m not your average neezy;

I’m a pimped-out savage, beezy

Representer of the Crest streets, test Reek

Bet he get dumb with them big guns

Let’s flip the script, finna spit the shit

Make niggas trip and them bitches strip

Mac Driggedy, yo' niggedy

Kick it in the V, look at me, I’m feelin' free

No parole, I could choke a hoe

Get some mail, make bail and ain’t gon' let me go

Please believe it, when she retrieve it

I’mma take it, break it, ‘cause she don’t need it

I’m a Mac, dog, I don’t act hard

We can go toe-to-toe in the backyard

Can’t you see I’m a G from the V-A-double L-E-J-O

More trees, getting cheese from a breezy

Take it easy, you hoe

Cut it, stuff it, roll it, smoke it

A Chev' ain’t shit if a nigga can’t yolk it

Romper Room crew, Smoov-E too

Bitch don’t trip off the things we do

Stoned like Sly, sellin' D like Stack

Multiple shanks just like Iraq

Like Dre say, «It's all on a beezy»

Kick back off in the studio on a bleezy

Girl, don’t offer, I just might take one

Keep her friends close ‘cause I just might break one

Then touch my D, my D’s too heavy

Get black roses, at bed with the lead

Reek Daddy, oh so savvy

Hoes getting grabby, whip it like a Caddy

Cottonmouth is what I do

It’s that hash havin' potna from Sebastopol

Rule, Number 1: drink your drank until you’re numb

Rule, Number 2: smoke all the weed and always fuck somethin' new

I like my big green like Bruce Banner

The one that lives in the cuts with a hand cannon

Had the blunt in the rug, a hoe in the tub

And left a fingerprint in her purse, and I show no love

Cut it, stuff it, roll it, smoke it

A Chev' ain’t shit if a nigga can’t yolk it

Romper Room crew, Smoov-E too

Bitch don’t trip off the things we do