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Nothin’ Correctable Lyrics by Mac Dre

Stupid Doo Doo Dumb

1998

Uh
Yeah mane
Young Mac Dre
I pops it boy
I pops it big

[Verse 1]
It all started off with the doctor tellin' my momma push
On July 5th, one-nine-seven-oh, Mac Dre hopped out that puss
I've been soakin' game since Rock 'Em Sock 'Em and Hot Wheels
Not never the chance to pass me, I keep 'em jockin', I got skills
And when I'm on the mic, styles I got so many
Drink Privilege Hennessy when I ain't fuckin' with Rémy (Rémy?)
M-A-C D-R-E, that's me
Like 'em freaky like Janet, not Jackson, but jack me, yee!
To all my niggas in the manor, to Alabama
Rodrigo blowin' only homie, don't fuck with bammer
I plan to have a ticket and kick it in The Bahamas
Watch your hutch and don't trust your baby mama (Nah!)
'cause I will get your scrill when I kill, all in them guts
Don't give a fuck, when you give a crippled crab a crutch
But they respect it, if not they get rejected
I'm M-D, the MC, that's not to be corrected

[Hook]
Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?)
I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!)
Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!)
Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable
Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?)
I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!)
Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!)
Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable

[Verse 2]
I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers
Quick to pop the trunk, but will come from the shoulders (That's right!)
Got the cuddie named Dubee, he spit more raps than loogies
And when he hand it to me, I'm funky like Mtume
“Do me. Baby, do me.” is all them hutches holler
I was breakin' bitches when phantom tops was on Granadas
More game than keno, gamblin' trips to Reno
Sippin' cappuccino, eatin' Italian cioppino
C-note stacka, pack a P89 (P89)
Love group sex, take 'em three at a time
And boy I be outta line, when I'm full o' that Tanqueray
Quick to grab the choppa, cock 'er, aim, and spray
Urban guerrilla, warfare extraordinaire
You know about my mackin', but boy I'm more than a playa (That right)
Resurrected, double R elected
Haters get ejected, I'm nothin' to be corrected

[Hook]
Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?)
I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!)
Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!)
Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable
Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?)
I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!)
Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!)
Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable

[Verse 3]
Pistol packin' playa, gangsta mac for reals (For reals)
About my scrill, got to pay my bills
Boy I'm in it to win it, if you weak and timid
Better watch how you spend it, I'll take yours like gimmicks
Bustin' out like titties (titties?), in a bra that's too small (Ha-ha)
Grew up off Too $hort, stackin' scrill too tall
Mac Drizzay, all damn dizzay
I keep hoes dizzay and the one-time bizzay
Been rappin' before they called Mac Mall Grimace
Romp in peace Mike Robinson, son of Dennis (That right)
I'm in this, too deep like Tim, Jim, and Johnny
Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronnie
Rapin' pockets I get mine, however it come
Boy I get dumb, about my income
Mac Furley, up early, sippin' X-O
Nothin' correctable. Nigga, you know!

[Hook]
Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?)
I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!)
Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!)
Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable
Ichi, ni, san, shi. Uno, dos, cuatro (Cuatro?)
I'm sicker than ten J-cats that be gone off that vato (Ugh!)
Most sexual intellectual, with at least six figures before the decimal (Scrilla!)
Warm, hot, and respectable, but I'm nothin' correctable
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About “Nothin’ Correctable” by Mac Dre

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"Nothin’ Correctable" appears on "Stupid Doo Doo Dumb" in 1998.

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