Get Loud - Mac Dre

Get Loud - Mac Dre

  • Year of release: 2003
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:58

Below is the lyrics of the song Get Loud , artist - Mac Dre with translation

Lyrics " Get Loud "

Original text with translation

Get Loud

Mac Dre

Ugh, violence, violence, violence

Now silence the violence

He is here, thug nigga of the year

Finna put it in your ear

Loud and clear, hear?

Clear

When I got to the spot it wasn’t even crowded

Made a few phone calls, now we all 'bout it 'bout it

Wit' it wit' it, hella fitted, punk rock, better quit it

Got one pill left and she askin' me split it

I ain’t wit it.

Where I’m goin'?

Bitch, why?

Have you ever had XO in your eye?

Bitch, why?

Die, choke on sulfa

My niggas in the back tryna smoke on sulfa

Fa sho' gon' stuff a dub in the ‘wood

Now it’s me, M.D., PSD, and Shug

I’m feelin' good, ugh, got a hoe on jock

I think she on puss' too, maybe not

Baby cot, 19, wit her own spot

A day wit' Dre, I’ll have her on robot

It don’t stop, I’m a mack and I’m proud

I go wild, get hyphy, get loud

Backwoods, phillies, vegas and swishers

Plus a pint of heem, I’m goin' bad on your sister

Suck dick, lick balls, never fuck wit big draws

Keep my bread in my paws, all my hoes on call

Cutthroatish, sport Enyce and mo ish

All purp for my focus

Bad Business be the coldest

Entertainin' offa thizz, runnin' trains wit my niggs

Like Rydah from the Figs and my cuddie J. Diggs

Split wigs when the lips bump, burn when the tips dump

Leave ‘em wit they lips slumped, caught up in some bitch pumps

Niggas be hoes too, please let me scold you

Be careful when they roll through and half of ‘em total

We mob

Conversate a bitch and make her bob

Accept bread off top, touch the man and re-cop, it don’t stop

Me and my Thizz niggas, we rowdy

Bad Business is bout it

It was me, J.D. and Black Jesus

Goin' to the store to bring back a juice

So we can get to pillin' and feelin' it, man

Giggin' hella hard and start killin' it, man

We ill in a van, Chevy, 20

Fat backwood, never skinny

Icon Nikes on my feet

And I come hyphy on my beats

She wear cleats ‘cause she’s in the game

An all-star legend in the Jaw of Fame

If it’s all the same I think I’ll pass

She got lotsa ass but, no cash

And I need cash like a car needs gas

If you don’t got it, get far, quick fast

I’m a star with class, big famous

Thizzlamic, speak another language

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