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Mac Dre Let S All Get Down

's dirt And I'm a cold piece of work You's a smirk And you're scared to get down You better do the hokey-pokey and turn yourself around clown It's going down

friends That's money on my mind, Wale Get 'em all, get 'em all, pack it all up Stack up your funds like a million bucks Across the pond, they all know

true/ An all my love, I send to you/ This one here's for you, and you/ We still love you so you know it's all good (It's all good) Ya' alright (alright

now if I warned Dre to get on the horn and tell him about the storm coming all our way So tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'll wait

with ME, cause don't nobody know how to share (Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook) Chka-chka... ("Get in your mind, get in your mind Get in your mind all

's how a motherfucker go down 3 o'clock in the mornin', M. I. A nigga Missin' in action down in Miami nigga Bitch, its Crack! Cool n Dre, realz Uh, sound all

, and they got the nines showin Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96 All the gals

out Roscoes got a pacaralo side show 24's on this shure box gass stepped brake everybody shake it real lops and give it up for Mac Dre and Pac all

y'all get crunk man, where I from man, they go yellow bus mang, Stupid Dumb Retarted mang Mista FAB and Squeeze Ya-did-a-ma-jig? Let's Go! [Chorus