2 Hard 4 The Fuckin' Radio

Listen up, I'm about to get dope

It ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote

About a young brotha deep in the game

They call me Mac Dre and I'm keepin the name

I sport Nikey shoes, I got a mic to use

To talk bad about suckers, I don't like the fools

Down and dirty bout spittin' my hits

And if not, I'm gettin' my grits

Playin' the game like it's supposed to be played

Makin' much more than the minimum wage

Not a pimp daddy, don't drive a Caddy

I just mack and get all that babby

Dre, you know I never slow down

Smokin cesstee until I'm really towed down

Walk into the party, fully perked

Grab the microphone and let the mouthpiece work

I got hype and the game starts flowin'

The girls get freaky and it starts showin'

And when the party's over at the end of the night

They say: Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite

Cuz I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos

A Mack named Dre and I'm poppin the most

18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though

And too hard for the fuckin' radio

"Tell me somethin' good"

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

My rhymes are dope cuz Mac Dre made 'em

And made you geek every time you play them

On your tape deck, hooked to your Sacco

A little hard, but brotha I'm a mack, though

Nothin' nice, makin' raps that you wanna hear

Gettin cessted, put my hands on the beer

I can't help it, that's what I like to do

Sloppy drunk, rappin' on the mic for you

A young brotha, kinda bone-skinny

I take a girl to the golden penny

Get romantic, just like I planned it

Then cut turf and leave the girl stranded

Is it hard becuz I just beat it?

Not really, that's what the girl needed

That's game, I thought that you knew this

Mack game, and mine is the smoothest

Like lotion I'm in motion

I'm a mack, I was a big ocean

But no matter what the fuck your name is

Nothin' nice is what my game is

18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though

And too hard for the fuckin' radio

"Tell me somethin' new"

I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Come to the Northside of the V

The C the r the e the s-t

Hit Lennard, what will be seen?

20 young niggaz gettin full of the Hen

This is the Romper Room, and you know who I am

The mack named Dre, so get with the program

Nothin' proper, freaks will clock ya

And if there's funk, then punk we'll mop ya

So beware of the four-door Delta

Get your crew if you think they can help ya

And step up but not too close

Cuz the Crestside is poppin the most

And all you girls, don't you feel left out

And to the boys, I've worn that flesh out

And after that we can still be friends though

And if not, we'll be friends with the Indo

Romper Room kickin on Lennard Street

Mac Dre full of the Hennessy

18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though

And too hard for the fuckin' radio