Dirty Mac Lyrics

Your girl's been spending lots of time at my place
I been helpin her remove the makeup from her fine face
Telling her to go "Au Natural"
And she trust me cause I'm your pal, thats my style
(Vrooom) I drive the Dirty Mac truck
Convincing her to drink that whole 30 rack up
I sit until I think your girly's mad drunk, then I turn
the dirty mac up
What you and her, we shacked up
Well that sucks, we been getting close lately Special time adds up so don't hate me
It's all about bologna draperies, beef sticks, and meat
curtains
Monthly afternoons of bloody hatchet wounds and grease
purses
I'm the salt in her pepper, the hop in her steppa
The broccoli in her mi-douth, but she don't want no
chedda
(She don't want no chedda?) Naw she want somethin betta
I'd like to thank you homes you the reason why I met her
Who's cryin?

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