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[ CHORUS ] Klebefolie bedruckt I'm like a dopefiend shakin in the alley fiendin for a hit Can you bring this? Huuuh, when I listen to your tape, I can feel it Nothing but them bomb beats, comin straight from Cali This is for them players, can you sing this? Dopefiend shakin in the alley, fiendin for a fix Cause baby, I need it
[ VERSE 1 ] East Coast, West Coast, worldwide and all over the globe MC's got this rap game wrong Suckers think being the greatest on the microphone Is when you're ridin in stretches and the stations playing your song In a tiny studio there's a wanna-be star With big hopes and dreams of rappin and livin large The clothes, plus the cars and the video broads At a show he gets a call by a crooked A&R You know how the rest go, the snake told the boy he gon' blow "Sign your name right here, we even front you some dough" And he did it, no lawyer, no care Daydreamin of kickin it with Les and Joe Claire Lyin on the tube 'bout how you'se a player Or some type of gangsta with a rappin career Or one of them fools yellin 'bout 'keep it real' Are you a platinum artist with that four point deal? That's major ill, you shoulda been like double M and Played for scrill, boss boller appeal I set up shop to serve all rap fiends And all you gotta do is just repeat after me
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[ VERSE 2 ] I was gone for a minute, but now the man is back in it Shob rotation like them chrome twomps spinnin Consumers be spendin they cash On weak rap albums, because the single's a smash Just the thougth of it make me laugh And his rap style old and towed and that production was trash I know you needed somethin to slam when you mash Have you high speedin, I make your whip crash You can turn it up if you want whiplash I'm steady bobbin your head cause I'm comin like that Rap fans goin through a drought Cause they ain't had no Mall Cold turkey, but now you're back perky Goin out to all the b-boys and the girlies I'ma keep ya bouncin like the Sugarwolf Shirlies Suckers ain't worthy to get near As I bless this track, all a young mack hear...
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[ VERSE 3 ] The drought is over, the drought is over, yeah y'all The drought is over, the drought is over, Mac Mall Got that perfect drug Some of that supernova game that I know you love Record stores double up, rap shows filled to capacity With all souls possessed by my flow and its speed On this radio station over thousands of watts And the rollers can't stop my knot Media can't take my props, I'm in the studio preparin a hit Manny mannish on some blow up shit And you can't kick this habit, so submit California to Miami, I got your fix Name ringin in your ear like when you slam this here See, my name is young Mac Mall and servin game is my career Surgeon General say this style (is addictive) The more I keep comin, the more you keep listening Like a dopefiend, know what I mean Real soldier about the green Industry can't boost my esteem Mean-muggin as the moeny is made Me and my deejay as the whole crowd say...
