Tradução: Tom Mac. Azul de Irlanda.
all those, caps get peeled quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, "Kill kill kill!" Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin Split yo' ass up
mon taf sans etats d'ames En 2001, j'fais bouger tous les Dom Tom et tout Paname Refrain (x2) Mi a didon Mac Daddy What a ting Mac Daddy Certains
soir Les fetes a Ox c'est chaque sacre samedi soir Deuxieme couac, c'etait la boite du mac Les hommes du mac se moquent du Mac De Tios mon sauce,
this place No time for management, what, who wanna stop the sicko? Mad I'm crazy, yo cops better suck my dicko You know I pack mac-10's, yo fuck the F
is very Ginsu and machete, when my pencil move is deadly Platinum band, platinum bezzie, make a straight girl out of lezzie Magazine, Mac, Dessi keep
I grind daily, patriotic like Tom Brady I'm the bomb, baby, 'cuz what I write is beyond crazy I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, Mac Palmer
ain't like it, kidnapped her, in the hood, bitch cracker Now, Rich not, she could of met a rich cracker She get high, worked at McDees, they big mac
the stone out yo' ass! Warning, to all those, caps get peeled Quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin', (Kill kill kill!) Curb chasin', straight lacin', with a Mac
with you niggas Once again it's on Fuck we ain't through with niggas, twin towers here to ruin niggas You couldn't break up the towers with Tom Donivich
the fuckin bullet Your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the caddy Aw shit, fire spits out the hole of the mac
'll be giving her the pipe when i'm out of town she wanna see me so we skype she might get obsessed and keep calling 30,000 feet tom petty free falling
Intro: Yo You have now reached, the back of the High Life Ah-ha! Thanks for comin? out I?ve been your host, Mac Miller It?s been great spendin? the evening
how we do This a little story about uh A nigga you know well, Knoc-Turn'al I can see you watching waitin' in my garden In my bushes plottin' Peepin' Tom
, call it my fate I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre Cleek, Jamal
s been along time comin' I done paid my dues Now every time I turn around it's like I'm back in the news I know alot of niggaz want me wearin' cement shoes And Uncle Tom
and seizure My moms dropped to the floor, and she caught a seizure I got 4 workers, and one lookout for the jux'ers A mac in the garbage and a mac in
I Walk On Guilded Splinters (Mac Rebennack, a.k.a. Dr. John Creaux) Some people think they jive me But I know they must be crazy Don't see dey misfortune
