[Jacka]
You know these whodies be askin`
Uni Mack 10
Can I be your bitch [can I be your bitch]
Naw, you can be my ho
I put you on a track
And bring me back all my cheese
Get on your knees
So I can smoke green leaves
Paper chase for me
They found dope in my show
Catch a case for me
Act faithful to your pimp
Like a P-I-T
Wool out
Don`t let go to what you got
And don`t come back short
Cuz you might get mopped
I`m a pimp
And hoes ain`t shit without `em
I use to fuck `em
And forget about `em
Now they bring me back major skrill
So I can stack `til I peel
I can change for the good
Half an hour, I`m there [?]
She`s mine
Plus she`s blind to the fact that I`m The Jacka
Mista Cali Co packa
I have ta
Floss to be the boss
You just a black girl lost
But she ain`t in my game plan
In some chalk
[Chorus]
It`s The Jacka
Mista Cali Co packa
I got the
The major slice in a Acura
Imagine bein` brought
No clothes, no show
Gonna get high
But can`t fade on the road
Fuck that!
I`d rather be the young sav on the track
Sellin` dope and pimpin` hoes
Cuz I`m the mack [I`m the mack]
[Jacka]
My momma raised me like a mack
So I stuck wit it
Tight you wanna remain wit yo Mrs.
Then keep them bitches out my side
Ain`t havin` no joke on these hoes
Nigga from the start
I learned to break a hoes pockets
To break that young girl`s heart
Evil whispers in my head
Tellin` me don`t stop `til I`m ballin`
You come back short wit yo cash
It`ll be that ass that she crawlin`
Pimp on
But don`t limit
Yourself to pimpin`
Scandalous women
Youngsta they suck their ways
In this game that`ll get you paid
So I let the whispers guide me
Put the past behind me
Cuz the cash is blindin` me
Fuck bein` broke
I got my town by the throat
Coughing up major doe
But it wasn`t enough
Beacuse the bomb I smoke
And the fluff I snow
Turned me into a killa
For the skrilla
Won`t stop eatin`
I got ten million, dollars
Nine million acres
Plus a casino in Vegas
I`m `bout the faces on the table
That`s keepin` me in this shit
And it`s real
Maybe if they kill another president
They`ll make a three dollar bill
Must be the skrill
[Chorus]
[Jacka]
I had a problem wit meetin` hoes
Who try to get over on me
Thinkin` just because I [?]
Then we gonna kick `em down
Oh not me, not one-O
I break a bitch down
Wit a blow to the nose
Cuz I`m a savage
One night we wasn`t careful
Parkin` lot pimpin`
And a fine ho was yellin` like a wyno
Was comin` at me like I`m a sucka
She must of thought that I was a busta
Comin` out the club
So I slugged her in her mugg
What`s up blood
A nigga yelled hella loud
From out the crowd [west up]
Like he was fed up puttin` work for the skirt
I`m raisin` up my shirt
He told me hollow tips hurt
So back up jerk
Cuz you don`t want me
Uni M-A-C
Man you don`t want me
[Chorus]
[The Jacka talking]
Cuz I`m the mack
You know
I`m the muthafuckin` mack
How many real macks you know nigga
Ask yourself that question
And I bet you only know one
Check it out
My nigga Rob Low on this tight ass beat
I don`t give a fuck what nobody say
Can`t nobody fuck wit it
I only know one real mack
I gotta say wussup to my nigga O Federali
My nigga S.L.O.
My nigga Young Uz
My niggas from the L.O.B
My nigga Bishop
What`s goin` down
