Fish Head Stew(Explicit) - Mac Dre

I'm a hutch peeler with much scrilla and
I love to get high homie
Shady character like
Don King so you better keep your eye on me
I done bust n***az in the grill and had 'em wearin partials
Jacked high rollers and ran from the
US marshalls
It's called survival and only the strong can survive
And went the distance with the feds while some of my partners took a dive
Strive to stay alive can't let no n***a smudder me
Got to stay f r double e and keep these b***hes lovin me
Sippin bubbly breakin down buds from a fat sack
Arts craft shack
Pillows and cigarillos and backwood leaves
And I drinks
Hen by the gallon so sometimes
I might trip
Infrared beam with black talons and that extended clip
Quick to do some sprayin so n***a watch what you sayin
You'll get your show cancelled like
Keenan and
I'm just a pimp mane tryin to stack some
Francs So
I can have
French maids pedicure my bunions
Oh you ain't knowin what is you new
Mac Dre shake broke h*es with bolos and kids
Tell a b***h she can take a long walk off a short bridge
And hope she land in shark infested waters
Heartless takin over turfs like
Nino did to
Corace Kidnapped by the feds and treated like a sucker
But now I'm free they see payback's a motherf**ker
I'm sickenin like d**kin all they daughters and nieces
Now CO's and
PO's want me restin in pieces
Gettin peace is so hard that it'll make your nose bleed
And I been smokin since n***az was on gold w**d
Born to be a player rhyme sayer and clock grits
Strapped with two 23 speedin chop sticks
Quick to kick a b***h to the curb
And get back with her on a 33rd
I never worry never worry it's all copastetic
I be fitted dipped in butter hair cut like
Kobe Blindin 'em with science like
Thomas Dolby
Pullin on black
MI sippin top shelf
Cuevo Playin with my hutch hair while she lickin on my navel
Stable full of money makin stallions
Been in the feds with dreads from
Jamaica and
Italians Shrimp scampi eater
Puffin purple cush at the building with my cousons
Strapped armed ready ain't nobody goosin me
Where the airbags used to be
Boy you should see how
I act off the privilege
Hennessy is like
Popeye's spinach
I'm ready to take heads off gunplay or fight
I dot eyes and have 'em wearin they sunglasses at night
Fool that's real that ain't no frontin
Them punk a*s n***az don't wanna see
Dre about nothin