[Intro: M.C. Mack & Juicy J]
She goin', she goin'
She goin', she goin'
Monica (She goin', she goin')
Tina (She goin', she goin')
Erica (She goin', she goin')
Kara (She goin', she goin')
Bitch (She goin', she goin')
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[Verse 1: MC Mack]
I woke up early Saturday mornin', cellular phone is ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, yo, is it a bitch, a cop or is it them robbers?
Plottin' the Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends, I pay a lemon-lame, n***a, no bother, my cheese go reach the ceilin' fan
I sit back watchin' these hoеs I went to school with, turnin' out as prostitutes
Back in the days thеy were stuck up but now they spreadin' they legs to make their loot
The Mack is takin' scantie, wangi, wannabe-save hoes straight to church
I cope myself by sayin' "Turn around, stupid, silly ho, trick, raise up your skirt"
Slappin', jackin', shakin', breakin' bitches for their cheese
How in the hell you think, the Mack is slippin' pimpin', off some triflin' bitches
Mackin', with a passion, a passion for pimpin' is what I be spittin' them bitches
I click miss, like a lunatic, I'm clever, however, fuck these half-hoes
Tricks be tryin' to run game but they really don't know the Mack well
I'm sayin' what's up, to that funky ass cappin' ho
Break your knees, make my cheese, while you, bitch, please
Talkin' 'bout a n***a run your ass, but I can't tell tryna put a n***a in the clique
Don't call no folks, but I'm out here conin', even the judge know your ass is goin'
[Chorus: Juicy J]
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[Verse 2: M.C. Mack]
Rich ho gon' get broke, the disco make my dollars hit the ceilin'
Mack just want the lips and the fat tips, that's just how us pimps be livin'
Dwellin', scopin' out this trick, my n***a wanna put her ass on a house
We scooped her from Blackhaven, hopin' this funky bitch don't run her mouth
I'm gainin', all my n***as straight, my roadie Ray know what to do
Tail her to the backroom, put her ass on the knees make the ho walk on, make she gon' begin with you
Thinkin' to myself "Do I really wanna fuck this ho?"
Huh, I don't think so
What the fuck you want my n***a?
I just want my pockets bigger, so I'm ramblin' through her purse, I grabbed up on her Visa Card
Hit the mall of Memphis for a fresh set
Another prime example in the 9-5, how hoes get charged
Easily, manipulate the minds of all these triflin' women
Maybe it's the Devil in my mind just tellin' me stain for riches
But I keep my head straight as my roadie ran a train on the trick
While blowin' bud, don't show no love for sluts unless she's payin' your rent
Take your ass to church, your mama told you not to fuck with Mack's
Beat that ho and cake that ho and watch that trick come crawlin' right back, bitch
[Outro: M.C. Mack & Juicy J]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M.C. Mack back in the house for the '95
She goin', she goin'
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