Dat's Whut's Up - Mac Dre

Uh, look, look, cut

Cut look over there, look at that beezy (I see her, I see her)

Go beezy that’s the pleaser, uh she stupid huh?

Teaser the dick pleaser

What is she doing?

She shakin' it up, tryin' to get spotted

Ripped off Hennessy, mixed with Hypnotiq

Man this chick got it, she a thinger

Work that lip like an R&B singer

Now she all in my beamer, it’s two o' clockish

I’m a rap star boy, feelin' 2Pacish

Or rockish, call me Dre Van Halen

Or Thizzy Marley, I stay in inhalen

I rock a party til it turn a.

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It ain’t a pary til they let Dre in

I do the wave man, and captain caveman

In some grey Vans, and some Ray-Bans

I’m Mac Dre man, I do it illy

Silly off the pilly, really Bo Billy

What the deally keep feeling my cup

I’m feeling myself nigga that’s wusup

Some more Henny in my cup (that's wusup)

A telly in the cut (nigga that’s wusup)

Some pilly and a blunt (that's wusup)

I’m finna act a nut (yeah that’s wusup)

T.V.'s, DVD’s (a that’s wusup)

E’s, hella trees (yeah that’s wusup)

Knit back cap (uh that’s wusup)

Baby crack that back (c'mon that’s wusup)

Uh, uh that’s wusup

Uh ahh that’s wusup

Uh ahh that’s wusup

Uh ahh that’s wusup

I don’t got no time if you don’t got no money

I don’t got no time if you don’t got no money

She’s pop sicle toes, man she’s cold

You know me when I’m in my mode

I can talk fly off a piece of dookie

I can talk Muslim up out his kufe

Act goofy, girl get stuy

Miami this hit, call Chuy

Call the Louies, call my mama

This gon' be the biggest thang since Osama

You punks don’t want know drama

I put you on pause stop you like a comma

I’m piranha, in bay waters

Knit back cap, throwback Starter

B-Boy with the square look decoy

Cutthoat, used to be a D-Boy

Three toys, on dub or more

Bring the hook back I’m finna club some more

Since the police let me out the Pen

I’ve been stacking hella yen

Shillings, francs, even pesos

Big bank gettin' sloppy facials

I don’t chase hoes, hoes chase me

Gettin' jaw in the Benz, with the AC

Blowing, almost harder than baby

No ones harder then Dre I’m gravy

Saucy, flossy, keep thangs bossy

A lil over ten, is what the rims cost me

A lil more gin I do the Jim Browski

Like Filmoe Slim, a pimp, you can’t cross me

No shrimp, Dre eat prawns

And do you have any Grey Poupon

I wanna rub it up, flip it up, smack it up

When I bust a nut lick it up that’s wusup

That’s wusup

Nigga that’s wusup

That’s wusup

Yeah that’s wusup

A that’s wusup

Yeah that’s wusup

Uh that’s wusup

C’mon that’s wusup