3rd Wall - Mac Dre

This one’s from the Metro, in my Jordan retro

Strapped with my .38 Special

(Strapped with my heat)

Pushing my vessel, corner in and on a mission

Dre Bledsoe, quarterback, my position

Bring the quarter back in the kitchen

I’m five zips, some B-12 and some whippin’s

But now I’m whippin' and flippin' styles

No more running from Detective Giles

I’m rapping now, roll stakes the highest

A globetrotter, platinum, for us by us

It’s mackin' I bust, I rap and I cuss

It keeps me with «In God We Trust»

I’m taking trips to Alaska now

Eating crab flambe Alaskan style

With my 3rd Wall niggas, they do it gigantic

Comin' up to the club with dubs on the Titanic

It’s just Thizz and 3rd Wall Entertainment

It ain’t nothin' but a money-making arrangement

KC to the Bay with Mac Dre

3rd Wall, man, make the crowd sway

Yo, what up, it’s your girl DJ Backside, that’s right

I’m not able to take your call right now

But leave your girl a message, a’ight?

And also, in the meantime, check DJBackside.com

Get your «Got Bay» shirts, your mixtapes, whatever you need, mayne

And holla at yo' girl