Monday Through Sunday - Mac Dre

Macramento

Richmond, Vallejo, Oakland

Pittsburgh, Sebastopol, Berkeley, Santa Rosa, Gilroy

Modesto, Stockton, Pinole

Oakland, did I say Oakland?

Yeah, did I say Vallejo?

I eat a nigga like jello

Play a bitch like cello

I’m the kind of fellow that will «yee» instead of «hello»

I do it acapello, or in the mix

I’m the almighty mack, Andre Hicks

I’m versatile you can catch me at the

Doing everything from fly fishing to badminton

When I’m ass hitting, I’m in it like a thong

Old school like pong, sav like Donkey Kong

Eat a thing long, a crustacean

Grew up with Sisters, heinas, Asians and Caucasians

I stay blazing, nothing but the best

Oh, where I’m from?

Bitch, the Crest

The wild wild west, California

Floss too hard a nigga might pull up on ya

I like Beanie, I like Kiss, I like Jigga

But them niggas act different, I’m a West Coast nigga

Monday I’m politicking through the ghetto

Tuesday backseat with mommies and amaretto

Wednesday it’s pimping hookers in stilettos

Thursday I’ll probably swoop looking for that hello

Friday I’m at a throwback with my fellows

Saturday off in the club, spending dinero

Sunday I’m out in traffic to the pedal

Seven days a week out on these streets, I just can’t let go

Fresh dressed like a skrillion bucks

Threw on my suede chucks, I don’t give a fuck

Mouth full of jewels, I’m a fool

Come through mashing and dipping an old school

Ho’s choose, 'cause partner I’m a pimp

I eat prawns I don’t eat skrimp

California exempt on my tail

I go to jail, I post bail

Live the life of a Northern California rap star

Many concert house parties in the backyard

Punch it in your north star, Vallejo nigga

I don’t smoke it if it don’t got the smell nigga

Pick a bitch up, fuck, take her money, cut

I’m a California thug, nigga what?

Like Messy Marv, Cougnut, the Bigga Figga

RBL and 4-Tay, I’m a Bay nigga

Monday I’m politicking through the ghetto

Tuesday backseat with mommies and amaretto

Wednesday it’s pimping hookers in stilettos

Thursday I’ll probably swoop looking for that hello

Friday I’m at a throwback with my fellows

Saturday off in the club, spending dinero

Sunday I’m out in traffic to the pedal

Seven days a week out in these streets, I just can’t let go

Zapco board, Zeus amps

Phantom tops and dome lamps

Six wheels car sitting A1

Your guy, from the Bay son

Everything we ride is high po

Shut the freeway down, have a sideshow

All night though, I might go

Post up with a breezy and some light though

That’s my life bro, I thought you heard

Like erry other nigga on my curb

The rapper gone bad, Mac Dre boy

And this is what we do in the Bay boy

Monday I’m politicking through the ghetto

Tuesday backseat with mommies and amaretto

Wednesday it’s pimping hookers in stilettos

Thursday I’ll probably swoop looking for that hello

Friday I’m at a throwback with my fellows

Saturday off in the club, spending dinero

Sunday I’m out in traffic to the pedal

Seven days a week out in these streets, I just can’t let go