Nothin' Correctable Lyrics
| Song | Nothin' Correctable |
| Artist | Mac Dre |
| Album | Stupid Doo Doo Dumb |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mac Dre | |
| Yeah man, young | |
| Mac Dre I pops it boy, | |
| I pops it big [Verse 1:] | |
| It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push | |
| On that night in 1-9-7-0 mac dre hopped outhtat puss | |
| I've been soaking game since rock 'em sock 'em and hot wheels | |
| Not never the chance to pass me | |
| I keep 'em jocking, | |
| I got skills | |
| And when I'm on the mic, styles | |
| I got so many | |
| Drink privilege hennessy when | |
| I ain't fuckin' with brehmi | |
| M-A-C-D-R- | |
| E, that's me | |
| Like 'em freaky like | |
| Janet not | |
| Jackson but | |
| Jackme, whee | |
| To all my niggas in | |
| Atlanta to | |
| Alabama Rodreego blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bama | |
| I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas | |
| Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby momma | |
| Cause I will get your scrill when | |
| I kill all in them guts | |
| Don't give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch | |
| But they respect it if not they get rejected | |
| I'm M-D the | |
| MC that's not to be corrected [Chorus x2] [? ], uno, dos, cuatro | |
| I'm sicker than ten j-cats that be gone off that vato | |
| Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal | |
| Warm, hot, and respectable but | |
| I'm nothing correctable [Verse 2:] | |
| I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers | |
| Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders | |
| Got a cuddie named | |
| Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies | |
| And when he hand it to me | |
| I'm funky like him to me | |
| Baby do me is all them hutches holler | |
| I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada | |
| More game than keno, down to trips to reno | |
| Sippin' cappachino with | |
| Natalia Shapino | |
| C-note stacka' pack a | |
| P-89 Love group sex take 'em three at a time | |
| And boy I be out of line when | |
| I'm full that tangerey | |
| Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray | |
| Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare | |
| You know a bout my maccing but boy | |
| I'm more than a player | |
| Resurrected double | |
| R elected | |
| Haters get ejected | |
| I'm nothing to be corrected [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] | |
| Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real | |
| About my scrill got to pay my bills | |
| Boy I'm in it to win it if you weak and timid | |
| Better watch how you spend | |
| I take yalls like timmy | |
| Busting out like tities in a bra that's too small | |
| Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall | |
| Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay | |
| I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay(busy) | |
| Been rappin' before they called mac mall | |
| Brehmis Rompin' peace | |
| Mike Robinson son of | |
| Dennis I'm in this to deep like | |
| Tim, Jim, and | |
| Johnny Much love for my cuddies | |
| Jay, Ray, and | |
| Ronny Raping pockets | |
| I get mine however it come | |
| Boy I get dumb about my income | |
| Mac furly up early sippin' | |
| X-O Nothing correctable; nigga you know [Chorus x2] |
| zuo ci : Mac Dre | |
| Yeah man, young | |
| Mac Dre I pops it boy, | |
| I pops it big Verse 1: | |
| It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push | |
| On that night in 1970 mac dre hopped outhtat puss | |
| I' ve been soaking game since rock ' em sock ' em and hot wheels | |
| Not never the chance to pass me | |
| I keep ' em jocking, | |
| I got skills | |
| And when I' m on the mic, styles | |
| I got so many | |
| Drink privilege hennessy when | |
| I ain' t fuckin' with brehmi | |
| MACDR | |
| E, that' s me | |
| Like ' em freaky like | |
| Janet not | |
| Jackson but | |
| Jackme, whee | |
| To all my niggas in | |
| Atlanta to | |
| Alabama Rodreego blowin' only homie, don' t fuck with bama | |
| I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas | |
| Watch your hutch and don' t trust your baby momma | |
| Cause I will get your scrill when | |
| I kill all in them guts | |
| Don' t give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch | |
| But they respect it if not they get rejected | |
| I' m MD the | |
| MC that' s not to be corrected Chorus x2 ? , uno, dos, cuatro | |
| I' m sicker than ten jcats that be gone off that vato | |
| Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal | |
| Warm, hot, and respectable but | |
| I' m nothing correctable Verse 2: | |
| I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers | |
| Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders | |
| Got a cuddie named | |
| Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies | |
| And when he hand it to me | |
| I' m funky like him to me | |
| Baby do me is all them hutches holler | |
| I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada | |
| More game than keno, down to trips to reno | |
| Sippin' cappachino with | |
| Natalia Shapino | |
| Cnote stacka' pack a | |
| P89 Love group sex take ' em three at a time | |
| And boy I be out of line when | |
| I' m full that tangerey | |
| Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray | |
| Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare | |
| You know a bout my maccing but boy | |
| I' m more than a player | |
| Resurrected double | |
| R elected | |
| Haters get ejected | |
| I' m nothing to be corrected Chorus x2 Verse 3: | |
| Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real | |
| About my scrill got to pay my bills | |
| Boy I' m in it to win it if you weak and timid | |
| Better watch how you spend | |
| I take yalls like timmy | |
| Busting out like tities in a bra that' s too small | |
| Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall | |
| Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay | |
| I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay busy | |
| Been rappin' before they called mac mall | |
| Brehmis Rompin' peace | |
| Mike Robinson son of | |
| Dennis I' m in this to deep like | |
| Tim, Jim, and | |
| Johnny Much love for my cuddies | |
| Jay, Ray, and | |
| Ronny Raping pockets | |
| I get mine however it come | |
| Boy I get dumb about my income | |
| Mac furly up early sippin' | |
| XO Nothing correctable nigga you know Chorus x2 |
| zuò cí : Mac Dre | |
| Yeah man, young | |
| Mac Dre I pops it boy, | |
| I pops it big Verse 1: | |
| It all started off with the doctor telling my momma push | |
| On that night in 1970 mac dre hopped outhtat puss | |
| I' ve been soaking game since rock ' em sock ' em and hot wheels | |
| Not never the chance to pass me | |
| I keep ' em jocking, | |
| I got skills | |
| And when I' m on the mic, styles | |
| I got so many | |
| Drink privilege hennessy when | |
| I ain' t fuckin' with brehmi | |
| MACDR | |
| E, that' s me | |
| Like ' em freaky like | |
| Janet not | |
| Jackson but | |
| Jackme, whee | |
| To all my niggas in | |
| Atlanta to | |
| Alabama Rodreego blowin' only homie, don' t fuck with bama | |
| I planned to have a ticket and kick it in the bahamas | |
| Watch your hutch and don' t trust your baby momma | |
| Cause I will get your scrill when | |
| I kill all in them guts | |
| Don' t give a fuck when you give a crippled crab a crutch | |
| But they respect it if not they get rejected | |
| I' m MD the | |
| MC that' s not to be corrected Chorus x2 ? , uno, dos, cuatro | |
| I' m sicker than ten jcats that be gone off that vato | |
| Most sexual intelectuall with at least 6 figures before the decimal | |
| Warm, hot, and respectable but | |
| I' m nothing correctable Verse 2: | |
| I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers | |
| Quick to pop the trunk but will come from the shoulders | |
| Got a cuddie named | |
| Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies | |
| And when he hand it to me | |
| I' m funky like him to me | |
| Baby do me is all them hutches holler | |
| I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on granada | |
| More game than keno, down to trips to reno | |
| Sippin' cappachino with | |
| Natalia Shapino | |
| Cnote stacka' pack a | |
| P89 Love group sex take ' em three at a time | |
| And boy I be out of line when | |
| I' m full that tangerey | |
| Quick to grab the chopper, cock, aim and spray | |
| Urban guerilla warfare extraordinare | |
| You know a bout my maccing but boy | |
| I' m more than a player | |
| Resurrected double | |
| R elected | |
| Haters get ejected | |
| I' m nothing to be corrected Chorus x2 Verse 3: | |
| Pistol packin' player, gangsta mac for real | |
| About my scrill got to pay my bills | |
| Boy I' m in it to win it if you weak and timid | |
| Better watch how you spend | |
| I take yalls like timmy | |
| Busting out like tities in a bra that' s too small | |
| Grew up off too short stackin' scrill too tall | |
| Max Drizzay, all damn dizzay | |
| I keep hoes dizzay in a one time busay busy | |
| Been rappin' before they called mac mall | |
| Brehmis Rompin' peace | |
| Mike Robinson son of | |
| Dennis I' m in this to deep like | |
| Tim, Jim, and | |
| Johnny Much love for my cuddies | |
| Jay, Ray, and | |
| Ronny Raping pockets | |
| I get mine however it come | |
| Boy I get dumb about my income | |
| Mac furly up early sippin' | |
| XO Nothing correctable nigga you know Chorus x2 |
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