The Mack

The Mack
He's a bad motherfucker (right on)
And to all you jive turkeys out there (hey, you diggin' that?)
Who wants to fuck with The Mack (uh)
I suggest you not (the pimp, the Mack, the player, the pro'), right on
(How could I be all of these, and still break a hoe?) (uh, yeah I'm a Mack, a player)
(The pimp, the player, the pro') (I'm a pro', baby, you gettin' what I'm saying?)
('Cause if you ain't either one of them, you still ain't have no dough) (right on)

Look, I'm pimp tight and know what I bitch like (uh)
I invite her over just to put some dick in her windpipe
The simp life is something I complain about day and night
'Cause my bitches would probably get out of line if I didn't gripe
I tell a hoe to jump, and she ask for a trampoline (a trampoline)
Been pimpin' for ages, I was mackin' out Mary Magdalene (Magdalene)
Look, I got more hoes than the world got people

And I could mack a bitch down to nothing
Just as sure as squirrel got squeakers (uh)
And I'm smooth, so what you tryna get into? (Huh)
I send my bitches after bitches that I sent off and say, "Tell 'em I sent you" (come in)
I'm hot as a stove top, but I'm still chill
I'm ballin' and keep two of 'em on my side, like my world is Louisville

And I'm still real, the fact that I will peel
Keep all of my bitches in line
I feed them food for thought and give 'em a meal deal
My flow sick it's a lil' ill, I whip the 'Lac till the wheels squeal
Prescription bottle full of ice cubs
Take a chill pill baby

The pimp, the Mack, the player, the pro'
How could I be all of these, and still break a hoe?
The pimp, the Mack, the player, the pro'
If you ain't either one of them, you'll never have no dough
The pimp, the Mack, the player, the pro'
How could I be all of these, and still break a hoe?
The pimp, the Mack, the player, the pro'
Because if you ain't either one of them you'll never have no dough

Now it's the Keemy, if she ain't got common sense, then I deem her dense
Bitches lose their minds, and shit, I don't know it seem to went
I'm hot as cooking grease, you can read the meter (uh)
You pimpin' and gettin' a little dough
But that ain't no real cheese, you a vegan pizza
I tells hoes don't join if they very scary
I work 'em year round, and give 'em a break on the 32nd of February

If you don't pay my hoes, that can start confusion
So I walk into the club and scare the shit out a nigga
Make him a party pooper
It's the Mack of all Macks, I get wicked with it
In Mississippi, a section full of models and prissy bitches
I got the baddest of 'em all, and I bring out the best (uh)

I tell a hoe don't play with me, my momma didn't name me finger sex (don't play with me, baby)
And nigga don't be approaching none of my hoes
Unless your finances correlate with their fine asses
And then we can sip some Yack outta wine glasses
My hoe so fine it make me pitch a fit
She thinks it fit to keep my dick hard as Chinese arithmetic
You dig what I'm sayin' baby (aah!)

The pimp, the Mack, the player, the pro'
How could I be all of these, and still break a hoe?
The pimp, the Mack, the player, the pro'
If you ain't either one of them you'll never have no dough
The pimp (ah), the Mack (yeah), the player (okay), the pro' (uh)
How could I be all of these, and still break a hoe?
The pimp, the Mack, the player, the pro'
If you ain't either one of them you'll never have no dough

The jive, motherfucker?
(The pimp, the Mack)
Right on baby (the pimp, a Mack, a pimp)
The baddest motherfucker in the land (and a pro')
With a razor blade in his hand (the pimp, a Mack, I'm pimpin', I'm mackin')
That'll slice or cut any man (I'm pimpin', I'm mackin' her)
Or jive turkey (I'm pimpin', I'm mackin', I'm pimpin', I'm mackin')
(I'm pimpin', I'm mackin' her)

He's pimpin' (I'm pimpin', I'm mackin') he's mackin'
(I'm pimpin', I'm mackin') (I'm pimpin', I'm mackin') her, he's a bad motherfucker
(The Mack)
And there you have it from Akeem Ali (The Mack)
Straight from the jack that don't know how to act (The Mack)
Keep pimpin' baby, keep mackin' baby (The Mack)
Right on (The Mack)