Mashin Out - B12, Mac Dre, Jay Tee

Wha, stupid, wha

Why we so fuckin' stupid?

Thizz is what it is

Dumb is how we come

MD, in the buildin' with Jay Tee

B-12, yarrrrramean?

(I know what you mean)

Check it out

When you pass me the ball, I must dunk

When you see me and a broad, I leave 'em punch drunk

Uh, with one punch, lumpity-lump-lump

Lump chumps, niggas is out to lunch

You ain’t know, I come through in the clutch

Quit actin' like a Greg, this ain’t The Brady Bunch (Marsha)

Punks, my niggas is made men

Playin', get your chest caved in

But they be in, house sprayed in

While I’m drivin' off in your gray Benz

Your potna shady, gettin' ready for a wake

He on the pavement, give up that cake

I’m doin' 80, shakin' Jake, hot pursuit

Nigga, I’ma shoot if I hav to shoot

Absolute, I hit you with the AP

Smash out in the coup with the cuddie Jay Tee

Now, the shit gets funky, we lashin' out

Make another catch, start cashin' out

We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin'

Take another sip, and keep on dippin'

The shit gets funky, we lashin' out

Make another catch, start cashin' out

We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin'

Take another sip, and keep on dippin'

Now, if the bitch wanna fuck, she will get peeled

A cat gettin' over?

He will get killed

Or will get dealt with civility

The crime scene that your kids loved you dearly

But why did you have to go against the grain?

That bullshit there, I can’t understand

Thought we was cool but you fooled a friend

I let you slide once, you gon' do it again

Call your mama quick, tell her that you leavin'

In 45 seconds, you won’t be breathin'

Tried to fuck me but I fucked you quicker

Tried to fuck with him but it got way thicker

Now you in a problem that can’t be solved

A couple more killers done got involved

Lucio De Mas and Frisco Pesci

Why in the fuck did you try to test me?

(Why?)

Now, the shit gets funky, we lashin' out

Make another catch, start cashin' out

We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin'

Take another sip, and keep on dippin'

The shit gets funky, we lashin' out

Make another catch, start cashin' out

We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin'

Take another sip, and keep on dippin'

I thought they told ya, I’m a soldier

Jay Tee’s gettin' lit in Dre’s Rover

And he got the 4−5, I got the flamethrower

Remember all that shit you was talkin'?

Game over

They got me fucked up thinkin' that I just rap

Beside cats, I ride with the nine strap

I bang bang (Bang bang), I click clack (Click clack)

I claim gangs, you ain’t with that

You better get back, I ain’t no creampuff

Tryna stunt in front of hoes just to seem tough

I’m a rider, send these hollow tips inside ya

All nighter, bona fide 4−1-5er

We in the rap game tryna get this rap change

But it ain’t shit to turn it back to the crap game

This is what we do, this is how we do it

We got the ball again so we run it right through it

Now, the shit gets funky, we lashin' out

Make another catch, start cashin' out

We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin'

Take another sip, and keep on dippin'

The shit gets funky, we lashin' out

Make another catch, start cashin' out

We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin'

Take another sip, and keep on dippin'