Straight Lace

[Verse 1]
It was the 14th of June when I came far from the womb
My father looked into the sky and said the game was doomed
When I was six, I said, "Dad, I wants to spend major cash
With a saucy super bad and my Fleetwood Cad'
Blazin' fat ass Taylors and never stressin' off bills
Booking first class flights, leave out of state when I feel
Shit caviar and piss champagne
Be at them major events just to get paid
And when I hit the age of a fly 15
I had to make reality out of my old school dream
I started poppin' P's and this shit didn't stop
'Til I was countin' G's, sitting sharp at the top
I just made 19 and by the time this shit drop
I'll be choking on some holla, counting fetti and knots

[Chorus]
'Cause I was straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About them in-the-way sellers and shade tree hoes
About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle
Straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About them in-the-way sellers and shade tree hoes
About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle

[Verse 2]
18 and over, Rolex dope
Pimpatrators sportin' ninas, tell me what you know
All that pHin' you doin' gon' get your crank ass crossed
And all them hoes that you lovin' don't get your bitch ass offed
You ain't no cuddie of mine, just marky trickin' the game
Just like them broads who run they mouth and ride the dick for the name
She'll be smokin' the 'caine, steady wastin' your time
Been grindin' twenty damn years and ain't made a fucking dime
So when you see me living lavish like a player should
I slam it hard in your baby mama Kentwood
He get disgusted, confused, heated around the collar
Jealous because young Mac ass Mall is making dollars
And it make me wanna holla, throw up both my hands
Reach for my chop and kill a man
But it ain't worth a hollow point shell to smoke a dope with no hope
Gain money, or mail, these suckers sick in Vallejo
Yeah mayne, I'll let you tell it
But if it come my way, yeah, baby boy, I'm gon' sell it
And that's game

[Chorus]
Straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About them in-the-way sellers and shade tree hoes
About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle
Straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About them in-the-way sellers and shade tree hoes
About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle

[Verse 3]
I heard that money and pussy make the world revolve
And there's a million dirty macks that ride the balls of Mall
I'll take you to another page, some be hoping I fall
Sometimes I crack up to myself because I'm fuckin' 'em all
You can leave a player stranded in Maine, with nathan but game
I bet I'll be president 'fore I hit the Sawyer strip and bust a U
Niggas in the ghetto catch the vapors like a flu
My folks, they hear this game and say, "Mac Mall, that's what you do?"

Step into the function with my five-trey-fifth
No aliens, baby girl, it's straight pimps
You can tell by how we talk and how we dress and how we kick
How we flossin' them hoes and all the loads we flip
How I flows this shit through a microphone receiver
Nigga bobbin' your head, are you gon' make me pull my nina?
And regulate, I had ya sprung from the gate
Now I'm gon' send you on your way, baby boy, straight lace
Straight lace, straight lace
Straight lace, you know, straight lace, this shit goin' out

[Chorus]
Straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About them in-the-way sellers and shade tree hoes
About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle
Straight lace, got the game from the get-go
About them in-the-way suckers and shade tree hoes
About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble
And how to be the sharpest nigga in your hustle

[Outro]
Hustle, hustle, hustle, you know, really doe
Really doe
Yeah, though, this young Mac ass Mall
What's up, Mosley?
Shit, I'ma send this shit out to my niggas in Kansas City, my niggas in Houston, you know what I'm sayin', puttin' it down in the H-Town
Yeah, though
Definitely the motherfuckers in the Crestside, the best side, you know what I'm sayin'
Fuck the suburb suckers, you know?
Much love to my niggas in the Seattle, you know what I'm sayin', the Sea-town Yeah, but I'ma take this shit back 3C down so we can slam, nigga
'Cause it's straight lace, game from the get-go
About them in-the-way suckers and shade tree hoes
About how to cop a quaalude and straight bubble
And how you be the sharpest nigga in your hustle, hustle
'95, Sessed Out Records, nigga