The Mack

[Intro: Narrator + (Keemy Casanova)]
The Mack
He's a bad motherfucker
And to all you jive turkeys out there
Who wants to fuck with The Mack
I suggest you not
(The pimp, the playa, the pro) Right on
(How could I be all of these and still break a hoe)
(The pimp, the playa, the pro)
(Cause if you ain't either one of them, you still ain't have no dough)

[Verse: Keemy Casanova]
Look, I'm pimp tight and know what I bitch like
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
Been pimpin' for ages, I was mackin' out Mary 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
And I'm smooth so what you tryna get into
I send my bitches after bitches that I sent off
And say, "Tell em' I sent you"
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

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

[Verse 2: Keemy Casanova]
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
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 roud 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
I tell a hoe don't play with me
My momma didn't name me finger sex
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

[Chorus]
The pimp, the Mack, the playa, the pro
How could I be all of these and still break a hoe
The pimp, the Mack, the playa, the pro
If you ain't either one of them you'll never have no dough
The pimp, the Mack, the playa, the pro
How could I be all of these and still break a hoe
The pimp, the Mack, the playa, the pro
If you ain't either one of them you'll never have no dough

[Outro: Narrator, (Keemy Casanova)]
Right on baby
The baddest motherfucker in the land
With a razor blade in his hand
That'll slice or cut any man
Or jive turkey
He's pimpin', he's mackin', 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)