Hutch's - Mac Dre

Cause there’s sharks and hyenas ready for attack

I’m a Mac, like my potna Dre

Been in this game since back in the day

I don’t play, I let the hot ones speak

I ain’t no geek, a drug dealing connoisseur

Came up from the sewer to a high class

Push an S-Class with TVs in the dash

Live the fast life, dodging task and the vice

Get your mind right (Chase them dollars)

Get your grind right (Homie, be a baller)

Get them big faces, do whatever it takes

And stay away from snakes that hibernate in gang

We came, we conquered, the game, we honor

Scrillionaires, not L-7 squares

We Turf Buccaneers (Turf Buccaneers)

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(Then deal it)

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(Gots to kill me)

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(Then deal it)

We keep it gangsta!

(Gots to kill me)

Living off the fat of the land with my hot hand

Don’t fuck with hot boys, I fuck with firemans

Retire, man, them careers early

It’s Mac Furly, dope as a Felix birdie

I get it dirty, from Hillcrest to Hurley

Tried and tested, respected, I’m sturdy

Do or die, twisted like a ratchet

Blowing blunts down a backstreet with Hachet

See it, we snatch it, heat it, with plastic

MD it, we tragic, and leave ‘em, blasted

Serioso, bigger than oh so

I bring the flames, lame, never come so-so

Loco, nut in the Cougnut

Helping out the Roofie Boo Boo—fool, what?

Let’s get it crackin', leave the acting for the TV

Believe me, you don’t wanna see me

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(Then deal it)

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(Gots to kill me)

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(Then deal it)

We keep it gangsta!

(Gots to kill me)

You ain’t heard of C-Lim?

Well, that’s ‘cause I don’t fuck with you

While we in a BMW

Fuck it, when your feet up, Cutlass movin'

Through the streets like the undercovers do

I’m out the window, C’d up on your muthafuckin' crew

Like I give a feenuck about you muthafuckin' fools

I might squeeze through a couple bars, get my cap on

Ride or die like the Double-R ‘cause I spit fire like Drag-On

‘Cause I’m from the O and you know I’m a crazy fool

With a 4−54 raging bull

I hit the Moe just to kick it with some niggas that’s rough

Then hit the ‘Sco just to kick it with some niggas that bust

Don’t forget the O ‘cause the chickens be hella thick at the butt

Out there, fuck the studio, I’m hittin' the club

Out there (Just to see) what’s really

(It's us three) So just bill me

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(Then deal it)

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(Gots to kill me)

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(What's really?)

We keep it gangsta!

(Then deal it)

We keep it gangsta!

(Gots to kill me)