Nothin Correctable Testo

Testo Nothin Correctable

Yeah man, young Mac Dre I pops it boy, I pops it big [Verse One] It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss I've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels Not never the chance to pass me I keep 'em jocking, I got skills And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many Drink privilege hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with brehmi M-A-C-D-R-E, that's me Like 'em freaky liek Janet not Jackson but Jackme, whee To all my niggas in Atlanta to Alabama Rodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma Cause I will get your scrill when I kill all in them guts Don't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch But they respect it if not they get rejected I'm M-D the MC that's not to be corrected [Chorus 2x] ???????, uno, dos, cuatro I'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal Warm, hot, and respectable but I'm nothing correctable [Verse Two] I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders Got a cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies And when he hand it to me I'm funky like him to me Baby do me is all them hutches holler I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada More game than keno, down to trips to reno Sippin' cappachino with Natalia Shapino C-note stacka' pack a P-89 Love group sex take 'em three at a time And boy I be out of line when I'm full that tangerey Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare You know a bout my maccing but boy I'm more than a player Resurrected double R elected Haters get ejected I'm nothing to be corrected [Chorus 2x] [Verse Three] Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real About my scrill got to pay my bills Boy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid Better watch how you spend I take yalls like timmy Busting out like tities in a bra that's too small Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy) Been rappin' before they called mac mall Brehmis Rompin' peace Mike Robinson son of Dennis I'm in this to deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny Raping pockets I get mine however it come Boy I get dumb about my income Mac furly up early sippin' X-O Nothing correctable; nigga you know [Chorus 2x]