Give 'Em a Good Chase - Mac Dre

Alright, go 'head

Spit it now?

Yeah

Check it, alright

Gimme a count

Tell me when you’re ready

Yeah, I’m ready now

Kickin' back smokin' on a marijuana cigarette

Damn, why the cuddies ain’t came and got a nigga yet?

Stuck like Chuck, dank hurts my nuts

I dump the ashes off the joint and put the roach in the crutch

A fool, Dre be shakin' the walls

I put my pager in my pocket and my dank in my drawers

Now we strikin' to the Crest in a Fleetwood

A bucket with the Zap' to make it beat good

Got to the track, y’all, Cadillac tacked, y’all

Curt gon' shake and saw Officer McGraw

Paranoid, man, I ain’t gon' lie

I got a S-T-ay for a DUI

Looked in the rearview, damn, it’s two more

Dumb as fuck but I know what to do, though

Tighten my shoelace, ready for foot race

Open the door quick and give 'em a good chase

Fence to fence, yard to yard

Steady gainin' speed like a track star

Movin' top speed, blow like a rocket

I jump behind a car, pulled my phone out my pocket

«What's up, cuddie?

Meet me on Gateway»

It’s funk with these fools, and man, do they hate Dre

But just when I thought that things would be cool

I hopped the fence and saw fuckin' pit bull

Five-yard lead, full of the weed

Fuck that pit, I got too much speed

Tired as fuck, huffin' and coughin'

But still runnin' faster than that man Steve Austin

Still in the lead as I got to Gateway

But wouldn’t you know, the police done got Bay

Damn, shit, fuck, what should I do?

Keep on runnin' like Jesse who?

Owens, and keep goin', keep flowin'

Keep a steady pace and don’t start slowin'

Got to my potna’s house, knocked on the back door

Thinkin' I’m safe but where was he at though?

Dogs barkin', they must be comin'

Door swung open, cool, it’s his woman

Damn, fucked up (Ah)

Ugh, I was flowin', too