4 Much - Mac Dre

Little ones, yes

Ya nigga Yukmouth in this bitch, what!

Yeah, FM Blue in this bitch, what!

Yeah, Fast Life in this bitch, what!

Real Oakland niggas, yeah

East Oakland niggas, bitch, yeah

This when the real meet the real ya nigga, yeah

Uh, yeah

Yuk ain’t Georgy Porgy but the bitches adore me

So many condoms on the floor you think it’s an orgy

So many choppas in the car you think it’s an Army

Or a Navy the way blaze K’s at them shady niggas

So many throwbacks you think it’s the ‘80s

The coupes and trucks back-to-back, Lincoln, Mercedes

Fucked so many bottom broads you think it’s your lady

Or your bitch, niggas crazy, she drinkin' my babies, ugh

So much ice in the blue chain you probably think it’s Wu-Tang

Sah-dah-tay every day like it’s Pootie Tang

Yuk and FM Blue, mayne, team up like the Kings in a hoop game

Alley-oop to your nigga with the two chains

And watch me shoot flame, bank shot off the glass, right?

Smoke-a-Lot and Fast Life, nigga, what your cash like?

Step it up, I’m like Scrooge McDuck

In a coupe gettin' sucked with the Uz' to bust, I’m too much

4 Much, in a Chevy swingin' donuts ‘til the cops show up

You know I’m too much, 4 Much, in the kitchen cookin' dope up

‘Til the cops the show up, niggas know I’m too much

I’ll tell you one thing, I run tings like Papa Smurf

No matter where I’m at, the Earth is my turf

Run on niggas like they AstroTurf

‘Where am I?

What happened?'

is what you ask your nurse

See, I’m blastin' first, after that, we can talk

1−87s, 2−11s, assaults

Never let ‘em see me sweat, never show my faults

I’m strict and I stick to the script I was taught

Everything I ever bought was all on her

Everything I ever want is all on her

I’m so fly, your guy, the one you elected

And them goons bow down, they gots to respect

I’m the one you selected, but not what you expected

I’m game-infected and I bring it hectic

Done broke a gang of records, I’m a Hall of Famer

I’m the hardest artist like Picasso the painter