Sex, Drugs, Rap… Songtext
von Mac Dre

Sex, drugs, rap and alcohol
Cops, snitches love to see me fall
Pay me what I′m worth it hurts to see me ball
Sex, drugs, rap and alcohol
Cops, snitches love to see me fall
Pay me what I'm worth it hurts to see me ball


I thank G-O-D for the money that I make now
Used to be in the streets selling breakdowns
Running from the rollers, steady hittin′ corners
Homeless, but now it's Range Rovers
Twamp feet, knock beat
Some flip the script boy, but not me
I still hate them dime droppers, crime stoppers
Still running up the middle following my blockers
Them rookies can't fuck with the legendary
I read they coverage and fuck off they secondary
They hecka scary, bitch made like secretaries
Boy I′mma get it by any means necessary
Lie, cheat, rob, steal
Catch me in the mob with the wood grain steering wheel
Looking for dangalish, drinking on English
Ridin′ four deep with all the cuddies singing this

Sex, drugs, rap and alcohol
Cops, snitches love to see me fall
Pay me what I'm worth it hurts to see me ball
Sex, drugs, rap and alcohol
Cops, snitches love to see me fall
Pay me what I′m worth it hurts to see me ball


I'm a daredevil, heart of an angel
With the horns like the devil
Aim my heat, let my heavy metal melt you
I′m street thorough, a graduate from late night shifts
Patrolling with my shit
With it tucked in my britches close to my dick
My young nuts hit the house party piss drunk
Hanging out the window of my Chevy aiming my heat up
Blastin' to eternity
Plus I was a witness to my older brother murder last week
So fuck the law too
A high speed car collision, jump out on feet jumping
Leave you bulletproofs with dents, lung punctured
Fragments in your brain, heart malfunction
Last breath, beat stop pumpin′
Now it's militaries at your burial
With a folded flag, soldiers drumming
It's been a long time coming
I can′t believe we made it here
Through the black sand and torture of a young black man
I gotta ball

Sex, drugs, rap and alcohol
Cops, snitches love to see me fall
Pay me what I′m worth it hurts to see me ball
Sex, drugs, rap and alcohol
Cops, snitches love to see me fall
Pay me what I'm worth it hurts to see me ball

While I was shooting the breeze with Mac Dreez
And Daddy Freak about material life
Palm trees, many blocks of cheese
Gun squeeze, chump on fleek
This connection with the low life scheme
Relentlessly accomplish hyper currency
So we can walk Bentley′s and live the life exquisitely
Even though honey's sweet, I′d rather taste the luxury sky
Rocketing and never have to want any vault
A cute four-leaf to smile until infinity
Trick, I squeeze, nipped in the bud type niggas like me
May we see illy milly prior to the year 3G
Tryin' to go ball riffin′, God bless N-U-T-T-T-T

Sex, drugs, rap and alcohol
Cops, snitches love to see me fall
Pay me what I'm worth it hurts to see me ball
Sex, drugs, rap and alcohol
Cops, snitches love to see me fall
Pay me what I'm worth it hurts to see me ball