Nothin' Correctable

Yeah man, young

Mac Dre I pops it boy,

I pops it big [Verse 1:]

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 like

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 x2] [? ], 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 2:]

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 x2] [Verse 3:]

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 x2]