Fonky Situation

[Intro: Miami the Most]
Yeah, this Miami, one more gin
Looie Crew related
And uh, I'ma tell y’all what real funk is
When you kill a motherfucker
Keep the body for about three or four days, then smell it
Then you handled your business
Mac Dre, introduce these niggas to some funk, man

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Chillin' at a house party, me and my 40
Chokin' off dank rolled up in a pierogi
Cot everywhere, I mean the bitches was at that
I’m peepin' the scene seeing who I'm a mac at
This bitch walked in lookin real prizznity
With no hesitation, I step to the brizznity
Said, "How you doin', baby, can I spit at you?
Saucy young tender, can I get at you?"
She musta recognized the potent pimpin' on sight
'Cause she was jockin' MD for the rest of the night
We smoked dank, and drank Tanqueray
I said, "Baby, are you sure you can hang with Dre?"
With the party still poppin' we shook the spot
Cut to my Brougham and I took the cot
For 25 minutes MD was shovin’ it
She was screamin’ my name and I could tell she was lovin' it
Cock was thrusted, nuts was busted
In this no good bitch that some nigga trusted
Pulled up my pants and she put on some lipstick
Went back in the party feelin’ pimperistic
I couldn't help but notice that this nigga was starin'
I thought he was trippin' off the clothes I was wearin’
But, he stepped to MD and said, "What's up, punk?
You been fuckin' my bitch and now I want some funk"
I said, "I'm not with the drama so you can save the theatrical
I macked on your bitch 'cause she appeared to be mackable"
But instead of this nigga being real on a playa
He took a step back and tried to steal on a playa
I said, "Look fool, nobody smashes Dre
I throw these thangs like young Cassius Clay"
With one blow, I sent the punk to the flo'
And said, "Get your ass up if you want some more"
These niggas ran up, they musta been his crew
Now tell me what the fuck was I supposed to do?
Cut to the Brougham and got the M-double-8
So I can get these motherfuckers from up out of my face
Let off a rat-a-tat, hopped in my Cadillac
And burned long rubber on them suckers I gatted at
No hesitation, puttin' down a demonstration
I gets dirty in a fonky situation

[Interlude: Miami the Most]
Oh, you niggas ain't the fuck learned about the situation being stinky
You must be just real retarded as your mother is
Well, look here, man, a motherfucker done told you what to do from the gate
And if you ain't did it, you ain't havin' no funk, trick
Dre, tell them one more time 'fore I kick 'em in they behind

[Verse 2: Mac Dre]
I got my choppa on my left with my finger on the trigga
Rollin' in a glasshouse feelin' like that nigga
Suckas started static last night now I'm searchin'
Finna put some work in, 'gnac got me perkin'
Seen a sucka posted with his bitch at the liquor store
Put in the clip and go, didn't mean to hit the ho
Fully automatic Mac-11 spittin' fast
Make sure I get that ass, then I hit the gas
Punch it to the hood, switchin' up now I'm back
Rollin' in the 'Lac, still sippin 'gnac
Rollers to their right get behind me, I don't trip
They lookin' for a nigga in a Chev, I don't slip
High speed chase if they want to harass me
Put the lights on, switch lanes then pass me
Had me kinda noid but no longer am I spooked
And man, like I said, if they jacked me they was juked
Creep to the spot where my homeboys romp
Niggas on the dice gettin' paid shootin' twamps
30 minutes later pockets fat now I'm cool
Steppin' out the house, niggas scream "Get that fool"
Suckers smash up in the deuce and a squirrel
Three bald heads and this nigga with a curl
Bullets let loose, I get it in the chest
Fools smash off screamin', "Trick, fuck the Crest"
Waitin' for the motherfuckin' ambulance
Thinkin' to myself: I don't stand a chance
Dizzy and my breathing is impossible
Next thing I know I'm at the hospital
Wakin' up hurt, fresh out the trauma
Lookin' at my bitch, and my baby's mama
They tryna act cool, but I know they hate it
My baby's mama said, "Damn Dre, you barely made it"
Straight tore back, sore than a motherfucker
Thinkin' to myself: Man, I gotta smoke another sucker
Chillin', illin', back on the street
Strapped with my gat layin' in the back seat
Got a white boy drivin' lookin' like a nerd
Rollin' in a fucked up Thunderbird
Got my gloves on, hoodie and my mask and
Mad than a motherfucka, finna do some blastin'
We hit this dope track like we lookin' for some rocks
And I hop out the back door and quickly get to poppin'
Suckers start droppin', and I stop cappin'
And hop back in, just like nothin' happened
No hesitation when I'm puttin' down a demonstration
I gets dirty in a fonky situation

[Outro: Miami the Most]
See, that's how it go down when you niggas creepin' on the other side of town
And just 'cause your hutch got loose
And Mac Dre put down the goose
And I rode it caboose
Don't let coolies make no more money off you niggas, man