Oh, you mad I ain't mad at you I thought you knew I'm just doin' what I do [Chorus x2] I'm doin' what I do (This is what I do) Bitch don't get mad if
that be hurtin' the game. I be dreamin' 'bout hoes and doin' them live shows, Shirtless, that's why I started to personal train. Dog, personally mane, I
me Slim Shady I'm back, I'm back Thats why They call me Slim Shady I'm back, I'm back Thats why They call me Slim Shady I'm back, I'm back I murder
and detailed, de-railed All you to want do, do what the fuck you want to do too Get what ya got to get to get through Light what ya wanna light to light
grave I make movies like Cube 'cept I use hammers YEP!I shoot but I don't do it with cameras NOPE!So you can call me Malcolm You can all witness what I
Aw, shut up nigga I wanna ask you one question If I had some nuts, hangin' on the walls What did I have honey? I said, "Darling, you'd have some walnuts
but do this with no discussion Eazy's easin' fans I'm pleasin' Why, I'm on top yo, I got reason With no profanity, but what can I say Yo Dre [Dr.Dre: What
Shaq old lady Boy, you did it, I done it, I get it, I punish The shit that I come with'll separate a rib from a stomach I'm the boss, when I spit it,
Bay And rest in peace to my boy, Mac Dre, what'chu say nigga? JT, another boss from the Bay And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker Hey, yo
Night time falls the motherfuckin streets ain't safe at the fuckin club the jackers run the place but I gotta do what I gotta do like Manson I'm crazy
yokin do a donut in yo whip, we call it dosin Get stupid, is what we do good ghost ride the whip while we dancin on the hood I'm amped feelin good, potna
To Rap Fans Here In The Vallejo Area, He's Known As Mac Dre... Lemme Introduce Myself, I'm The Mac No Just A Mac, In Fact I Wear Many Hats I'm A Rapper
(feat. Young Dru) [Mac Dre Talkin] Ugh Wha wha What is it Yeah Yadidaholla Do you know whadddiholla (do you know what I holla?) Yeah, the itty bitty
Keep cumin' again, again and again I done spent too many years in the pen I'm livin' again doin' what I wanna When I'm feelin Keith Sweatish, and I wanna I
like d's on v's I'm sweatin bullets, I'm an ex-con out on parole What the fuck was I thinkin, I'm out of control I'm at the Romp House and I'm huffin
cause in Tacoma I blew bomb till I was in a coma And in Seattle my partner Chilly Chill Got that purple leaf dank that really real I'm global, boy, I
