Mashin’ Out

[Intro: Mac Dre]
Wha, stupid, wha
Why we so fuckin' stupid?
Thizz is what it is
Dumb is how we come
MD, in the buildin' with Jay Tee
B-12, yarrrrramean? (I know what you mean)
Check it out

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
When you pass me the ball, I must dunk
When you see me and a broad, I leave 'em punch drunk
Uh, with one punch, lumpity-lump-lump
Lump chumps, niggas is out to lunch
You ain't know, I come through in the clutch
Quit actin' like a Greg, this ain't The Brady Bunch (Marsha)
Punks, my niggas is made men
Playin', get your chest caved in
But they be in, house sprayed in
While I'm drivin' off in your gray Benz
Your potna shady, gettin' ready for a wake
He on the pavement, give up that cake
I'm doin' 80, shakin' Jake, hot pursuit
Nigga, I'ma shoot if I havе to shoot
Absolute, I hit you with the AP
Smash out in the coupе with the cuddie Jay Tee

[Chorus: Jay Tee]
Now, when shit gets funky, we lashin' out
Makin' other cats start cashin' out
We mashin' out, 'cause we ain't trippin'
Take another sip, and keep on dippin'
When shit gets funky, we lashin' out
Makin' other cats start cashin' out
We mashin' out, 'cause we ain't trippin'
Take another sip, and keep on dippin'

[Verse 2: B-12]
Now, if the bitch wanna fuck, she will get peeled
A cat gettin' over? He will get killed
Or will get dealt with civility
The crime scene that your kids loved you dearly
But why did you have to go against the grain?
That bullshit there, I can't understand
Thought we was cool but you fooled a friend
I let you slide once, you gon' do it again
Call your mama quick, tell her that you leavin'
In 45 seconds, you won't be breathin'
Tried to fuck me but I fucked you quicker
Tried to fuck with him but it got way thicker
Now you in a problem that can't be solved
A couple more killers done got involved
Lucio De Mas and Frisco Pesci
Why in the fuck did you try to test me? (Why?)

[Chorus: Jay Tee]
Now, when shit gets funky, we lashin' out
Makin' other cats start cashin' out
We mashin' out, 'cause we ain't trippin'
Take another sip, and keep on dippin'
When shit gets funky, we lashin' out
Makin' other cats start cashin' out
We mashin' out, 'cause we ain't trippin'
Take another sip, and keep on dippin'

[Verse 3: B-12]
I thought they told ya, I'm a soldier
Jay Tee's gettin' lit in Dre's Rover
Miami got the 4-5, I got the flamethrower
Remember all that shit you was talkin'? Game over
They got me fucked up thinkin' that I just rap
Beside cats, I ride with the nine strap
I bang bang (Bang bang), I click clack (Click clack)
I claim gangs, you ain't with that
You better get back, I ain't no creampuff
Tryna stunt in front of hoes just to seem tough
I'm a rider, send these hollow tips inside ya
All-nighter, bona fide 4-1-5er
We in the rap game tryna get this rap change
But it ain't shit to turn it back to the crap game
This is what we do, this is how we do it
We got the ball again so we run it right through it

[Chorus: Jay Tee]
Now, when shit gets funky, we lashin' out
Makin' other cats start cashin' out
We mashin' out, 'cause we ain't trippin'
Take another sip, and keep on dippin'
When shit gets funky, we lashin' out
Makin' other cats start cashin' out
We mashin' out, 'cause we ain't trippin'
Take another sip, and keep on dippin'