D-MAC - Dat Nigga lyrics

rate me

They say that mac cop broads I’m saying who though

Cause I’ve done been through more drugs than a game of uno

I’m a beast, I’m a dog, that’s word to Pluto

Goofy rappers can’t see me, I keep a new flow

Plural nigga, I spit news, go against I and die plan the funeral

And on the tomb it would say that he was doomed

When he chose to run up on the illest nigga in the room

Time for the shades matching the tux, I cool the mind

Always been a popular guy since junior high

In senior high I was the cleanest guy

Dead fresh, so I wore best dress, hell yes

We can talk about college, where the women loved my aureo

Almost had a bitch in every school to Florida yo

I hit the club, and now they ask to take picture

Bottom line is I’m izm, been that nigga, what’s up

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Hey let them know I’m dat nigga

Hey tell them hoes I’m dat nigga

Yeah, I’m dat nigga, ah,

I’m a mac man like vince, game tighter than a pence ...but I’m the shit

For those plotting to stop me from let me do my thang

Just know that 9 on me, call me Louie...

Hoodie on, in memory of Trevon Martin,

But I be strapped, run up on me, I’ma start sparking

You ain’t dealing with no scrub nigga

And do your homework, you fucking with a sub nigga

For real, you don’t wanna do it, do ya?

I got 100 niggas that will do it to ya

For free of my face nigga

Meet new hoes for every dollar that I make nigga

Let’s play our shit if you ever heard such

I let the money talk, I don’t exchange money much

Same Derek that I was years ago and if you don’t believe me

Go and ask your hoe I bet she say I’m dat nigga

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Hey let them know I’m dat nigga

Hey tell them hoes I’m dat nigga

Yeah, I’m dat nigga, ah,

Kind of swag make a girl forget her man

She liking all of my photos on Instagram

Suckers hating on a nigga, man, could be a beaver

Still ain’t give a damn

Running shit like Ledanien Thomason

They balling blocking like they David Robertson

But ain’t no stopping the topping boy I gotta win

Until the hood’s topic is mac and they say they proud of him

Him is I, brim and tight, with my shades on

True religion, denim killing with my jays on

Bars order, the fellow in cam cords

Make a scene on the scene, they begging for encore

Hold your applauds for me and this foreign car

Accompanied by a driver and of course a gorgeous broad

Either yellow or dark and sweet like matello

Or pretty round brown, as long as she ain’t a beggar

See, when you getting green, you can paint the city red

Giving haters the blues, gold bottoms to the head

Purple on the paper, I be smoking like a dread

I’ma shine motherfucker, to the day I’m dead

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Hey let them know I’m dat nigga

Hey tell them hoes I’m dat nigga

Yeah, I’m dat nigga, ah,

Haha, shit is crazy right, I know my old hoes

They tweet watching a nigga, stalking my facebook pace

My global 14

The haters too, I know they saying to themselves

God damn when is this nigga gonna fall off?

They’ve been waiting forever for it

They gonna be waiting forever for it man

Getting this money nigga, all hoes getting all fat and shit

See me nigga, I’m the champion, getting right

Still count these money, still in the hood, wassup niggas

Face clean, no pimples...fly as fuck, I’m dat nigga

Find somebody who’ll say otherwise, if you can’t motherfucker...