JT's Intro - Mac Dre, JT The Bigga Figga

Welcome

Let the games begin, and we’re uninvited

This yo' bread bakin', Fed shakin' Frisco city counterpart

JT Tha Bigga Figga, Game Recognize Game in the Bay, mayne

On this intro for the young Mac Dreezy

Man, I remember when we first hooked up on a humbug

In the Big Oaktown, Jack London Square

Diamond shoppin' and collar poppin'

Never to know we the top of the Rompin' Nation

Paper chasin' and Chevy racin'

That’s our occupation

But he fresh up out the feds though

With his new album Stupid Doo Doo Dumb

Guaranteed to have every ghetto nigga sprung

So peep this here game, mayne

I was sixteen-years-old, fresh up off the ranch

Got an extra 45 days, got caught with a half a tamp

Too Hard for the Radio poundin' in Chevy Novas

Young soldiers off killa doja, blaze the roper, I told ya

What’s Really Goin' On was the name of the song, hoe

The California Livin' got me On My Toes

I’m Y-double-B out the family tree of them Crest Macs

The Romper Room, Crew Thang, Loced Out and the SES Fac

Now the Crestside Country Club ballers and baby thugs

My nigga came home and the ‘more showed love

But he back up in yo' face representin' the Bay

So peep game from my cuddie, playa potna Mac Dre