I'm N Motion Songtext / Lyric

I'm in motion






Peep game, I started like this

I'm nothin' ****** nice with the mic in my fist

Never slackin when I'm mackin, get straight to the point

And always got my damn lighter to the mothafuckin' joint

Mac Dre, dope as you ever knew

Taxin muthafuckas like Internal Revenue

Knocken 'em off the top like it ain't no thang

Suckers cant hang with the way I slang

Ryhmes flow smooth like milk fom a cup

Straight cussin when I'm bustin' don't be givin a fuck

'Cause there's no room for weak and soft ones

Square muthafuckas end up lost ones

I'm the type of brotha that you don't wanna see

Mobbin on the S T A G E

Doper then a joint a that D A N K

Got more soul then Koonta Kinte

Young playa', down for the mail

Even bustin' tapes when they put me in jail

Straight, from the C E double L

Nevertheless, funky fresh, boy I'm never stale

Pumpin your brain up with game gettin' groovy'en

Doper then a key of that pure Peruvian

Uncut, dope as x-rated

Some hate it 'cause they cant relate

But I'm takin' out every time

'Cause sucka, slayin is a full time job

Not one to brag, but to tell you the truth mayne

I'm funkier than a locker room after a hoop game

To put it to you straight, I'm one nice dream

I'll make your brain, melt like ice cream

Given it to you just the way you like to be gave to

You never hear Dre do or say what they do

'Cause I'm no biter, Ill just write a

Rap that caps on a young sucka that might a

Step outta line, dissin' a ryhme

becomin Mac Dre is like commitin a crime

Ill best the rest, but test the best

But nevertheless the funky fresh, rizaps

makin' lots of snizaps

Suckas try to hang, Ill make a tape fizat

But some take no?, try to throw those

Slightly dope raps but I just show those

Suckas sudden death, I never slowly kill

Knocken 'em off the box like Evander Holyfield

I cant be touched when I'm on the microphone

Ill make sucka MC's leave the mic alone

One by one, they all bow down

And get riggidy romped out to this Mac Dre sound

Sometimes I cuss but whenever I bust

I keep the fans geeked and they cant get enough

Like a dope fiend hooked on the glass pipe

Or an alchoholic hooked on the ack-right

My raps make love to your ear hole

it's the diggity dope shit you love to hear, hoe



I'm in motion



Saucey, yes I got flava

When I'm ****** it up man nothin' can save ya

droppin' the funky **** like a A duble S hole

Romper room soldier comin' straight from the Crest hoe

Hotter then hot sauce, love to cock toss

Bitches get sprung when I'm gettin' my rocks off

'Cause I'm not the type that be bustin' quick ones

I like to hit the cock in all positions

From the back, or with the ***** on top

With young Mac Dre, mayne, it just don't stop

There ain't a piece of pussy that I cant get

Hoes on my dick like stank on ****

They just love they way, I T A L K

Your so saucey, Is what they tell Dre

Then ten minutes later they be wantin' to G this

Jealous muthafuckas be hatin' to see this

Player haters try, to salt me up

doin' punk ****, to fault me up

But that bullshit don't faze me

Shes still sprung, and she still pays me

With the quickness, she ain't hesitant

Given up them dead presidents

That lovey dovey **** I just cant get with

I charge hoes for this black big dick

Fly young tenders with lots of green

Be kickin' me down like a slot machine

breakin' me off somethin' more than propper

Young Mac Dre's a cold cash clocker

Not the type of brother that be tastin hoes

I'm the type of ***** that be lacin hoes

'Cause the ***** ain't **** but five letters

She don't kick down, then I sweat her

Mack the *****, crack the *****, break her

She wont pay then mayne I shake her

'Cause money makes the world spin

**** a wife and a girlfreind

it's all about S N A P S

A ***** thats broke, just ain't fresh

Some ****** think they gotta pay

**** that ****, not Mac Dre

Ill tell 'em like this, it costs to toss me

'Cause ain't no *****, that damn saucey

Hoes get sprung on the S E X

And don't hesitate given up the cheques



I'm in motion