Gift of Gab Songtext
von Mac Dre

Knick-knack paddywhack, give your ho some donkey
Listen to the bassline, don′t it sound funky?
Who could it be in the place to stay?
That's right, ho, Mac motherfuckin′ Dre
One more time back in your ear
Those dope-ass raps you love to hear
Cold as ice, nothing nice
If I thrust you once, ho, I'ma thrust you twice
That's right, and you know the deal
You don′t want the baby, ho? Take the pill
′Cause I'ma bust fingers back to back
And when I get tired, I′ma take a nap
And when I wake up, I'ma bang some more
It′s the same routine until it's time to go
You get what′s in my drawers
And girl, I get those sugar walls
Oh, you didn't know about me?
The A, the N, the D, the R, the E
Who be game? It goes like this
I hold my mic tight like my dick when I piss


And when it comes to cock, girl, I want plenty
Always got my damn hat to the motherfuckin' jimmy
Cold, bold, 19 years old
With a brain full of game to be sold
I′m from the V-Town, 3C down
And a sucker don′t wanna see me, clown
Who, who could it be?
That's right, Mac Dre, baby
Funky fresh, in the flesh
It′s me, Khayree, and my joint execs
Doin' it like a porno star
Hittin′ in your box or in your car
Cool like the sweat from a snowman
Kick back, relax, and listen, here we go, man
To the land of the dope rhyme
And as the song flows on, I really hope I'm
Not too dirty or rap too strong
Or with my mouthpiece, ho, it′s really goin' on
From Vallejo, California all the way to China
Hoes of the world know I'm a
Stone-cold mack with a gift to spit
Nothing but that dope shit
So damn fly, don′t ask me why
I smoke indo and I smoke thai
Mac Dre, I thought you knew
Down and dirty, doin′ things that only players can do
The coldest MC on this here Earth
Had to be fresh from the Crestside turf
Not a southside sucker who thinks he can rhyme
But a Crestside player that's strapped with a nine
A nine, a nine, a nine
And it don′t stop

I said microphone check, one-two, one-two
It's young Mac Dre right back at you
With another dose of that dope
You see, I′m way more potent than coke
The young fly brother's on the mic, y′all
I'm gonna rock this motherfucker all night, y'all
Just spittin′, dope shittin′
To a nice smooth beat that's hittin′
Cold as ice, clean as soap
I keep a fresh pack of tags in my derby coat
24 Hours around the clock
Seven days a week, I'm on the prowl for cock
Day in, day out, I spit and shout
A true blue mack, know what I′m talkin' about?
It′s just game, straight game
Kick back, let it soak in your brain
Listen to me spit that dip and tip
Put the money to the wallet and the pussy to the dick
Stack a bank, slap a bank
Put my motherfuckin' tape in your goddamn deck
Man, take a bitch, break a bitch
And when you all done cutty, man, shake the bitch
Straight high-sidin' when you come through squattin′
Leave a motherfuckin′ cloud in the parking lot
Load the brains, do some thangs
Put the mounts on your finger, man, fuck the chains
Play that ho like a game of checkers
Treat her like dirt, take her money and wreck her
'Cause a ho ain′t no good
Whup her punk ass, man, I sure would
It's 90, you gotta be def
Take all the money until there ain′t none left
You see, some young brothers give her tongue
Lick between the legs and try to get her sprung
But that ain't the tip, oh no
You stupid motherfuckers, what′s wrong with y'all?
It don't take all that to get that ho
If you can′t get her, nigga, say trick that ho
′Cause when you come up, she'll be jockin′
On your front door, man, she'll be knockin′
When you let her in, it's straight to the covers
That′s the way it go, believe me, brother
I been through it all, it don't mean nothin'
Pussy ain′t shit, make the ho pay somethin′
It's Mac Dre, hear what I say
I spit the gift of gab, nigga, every day
Pimpin′, straight pimpin'
I don′t wanna see you simpin'
Listen to my tape, play it all the time
And when it′s over, man, press rewind
'Cause it's dope shit, you gotta hear it
And like coke, nigga, you gonna clear it
And to the top I′m goin′
Bitch, I'm flowin′

And it, and it, and it don't stop
Mac Dre, y′all
Listen to the things I say, y'all
Mac Dre, y′all
Mac Dre, y'all (What's up, playa?)
Young Freddie Wagg
Young John, Kilo Kirk
Big Don
Ray Ray
Mac Dre
Fresh as a fine ho
Coolio, Coolio
So, so dope
Yeah, man
And it don′t stop
Mac Dre
And my homeboy J
The Ruff, ho
The Ruff, the Ruff, the Ruff, Ruff, ho
The Ruff, ho
The Ruff, ho
The Ruff, the Ruff, the Ruff, Ruff, ho
The Ruff, ho
The Ruff, ho