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lirik lagu mac dre - miss you

[intro]
(i’m gonna miss you in the morning)
i know, baby (i’m gonna miss you in the morning)
baby, i know—i’ll be back
for real, i’m coming back
i’ll be back
i’ll be back

[verse 1]
how you doin’, baby? i’m thizzelle
old school dope game like troops and gazelles
who from vallejo, crestside cali
where n-ggas stack scrill, mac beals like ally
don’t berry like halle, we barry like bonds
we don’t make hits, we make homeruns
out the park and, b-tches on larkin
cougnut barkin’, swing it and i park it
hit yo’ apartment, on the late night
just suck me, f-ck me, make sure i ate right
i guess it’s the d-ck, when i give you the d-ck
you go buck louie, get stewie stupid d-ck
plumber, pipe layer, mr. roto-rooter
f-ck you like a player, smoking on a hooter
put on my clothes, be on my way
you look at dre and say…

[chorus]
(i’m gonna miss you in the morning)
i know, baby; i’ll be back
(i’m gonna miss you in the morning)
i’ll be back
i’ll be back
i said i’d be back

[verse 2]
you never met a n-gga like dre before
that been doing player sh-t since ‘84
don’t believe me? trump adds the ratio
i don’t chase the hoe, i replace the hoe
all on a b-tch like leon phelps
i’m trying to get rich, and if she don’t help
the b-tch get benched like a pitcher in a slump
you wanna chip in? let me get you in some pumps
i do my thang, you do yo’ thang
you don’t even got to be no pimp and hoe thang
we can do the thang like clyde and bonnie
let me put you in a benz, get you out that omni
we can get down on sandy beaches
sippin’ on wine, eating on peaches
lav lav lovely when you f-ck with mac dre
and every time i leave, you have to say…

[chorus]
(i’m gonna miss you in the morning)
i know, i know
(i’m gonna miss you in the morning)
i’ll be back
(i’m gonna miss you in the morning)
i know, i know
(i’m gonna miss you in the morning)
i’ll be back

[interlude]
yeah, b-tch
i know you tryna kick it with a player, all that sh-t, right?
but i gotsta go

[chorus]
(i’m gonna miss you in the morning)
(i’m gonna miss you in the morning)
(i’m gonna miss you in the morning)
(i’m gonna miss you in the morning)

part 2

all right…yep…mmm-hmm…i’m retchy

[miami the most]
back to the pimpin’ at hand
i’ll stalk a hoe, and sh-t on a man
i’ll make b-tches climb high trees to get away from this pimpin’
i’ll make a b-tch run—i’ll run slough who, annie roo
the first kentucky derby—
n-gga, i’ll get a b-tch faster than jesse owens out there on the track when she see a mac comin’
get so quick, b-tch, when you see this

[mac dre]
what’s really? my name is furl
back in the days, used to slang girl
have a s-curl, a yes curl
and at the same time, jiggy had the coug with the fresh pearl
i had a plain nada, seven-trey impala
pop rocks, the fiends, they would holla
stack a dollar, captain kingstone
h-lla dollars, a n-gga would bring home
my kingdome, the country club crest
no vest? catch a few to the chest

it might sound silly, but n-gga really
shake the cute b-tch, had to do the dumb dilly
no cheese on the chili is all she wrote
plus i heard she on yams, you know, she smoke
i ain’t no joke; when i spit, the mic smoke
don’t roll it if it ain’t that light dope
n-gga, let the mic go; you ain’t no rapper
you ain’t no pimp, you scared to slap her
the cold cold capper, remember?
i put a b-tch on a plane to denver
she gon’ bring me back my money
like the gap band say, she keep runnin’

[bad business]
i’m from the days of the gumby and donkey ropes
boss game to my brain, wrote chunky notes
porch smoke in the household, pops a mack
older cousin on the track, plus my uncle crack—f-ck it
i want to bubble, started joogin’ the fam
tuck it hot as the solution, flip the cuddie with cam, d-mn
see, the times done changed
went from razor-cutting my ‘caine, clutching my thang, cut in the game
burner gloves on my knuckles for the ballers at clubs
they hatin’ the dubs, ‘cause their b-tch is offering hugs
bitter smirk plus the purp got me learning the vibes
throw on my thizz eyes, ryde like klyde, we ridin’ tonight

[rydah j. klyde]
from the slow goals, with the matching hat and logo
before i was two guns with a matching gat or 4-4
with another under my letterman, nothing better than
a have-not coming up, now he having knot, he coming up
i didn’t have homework, i had my own work
it’s money on my pages, yours even turn, don’t perk (nope)
i’m fresh in my donkey rope
in my d-boy stance, grippin’ my donkey, hoe
youngest n-gga in the crackhouse
half my clientele pops had in his cathouse
they know me well, they cracked out
they laugh about how simple i am, they want credit
i dead it, and no deals on grams
keep your eye on me, youngin’, sharp, play my part
look at me, i’m flossin’ now
coogi down ‘cause mall fit ain’t in my style, wow

[mac dre]
cl!ck cl!ck pow, what’s up now?
listen to my 9 millimeter go blaow
get bit by mosquito, catch west nile
if you ain’t in the pen, don’t be late for trial
it’s the new style, boy, and i vow
to make the dogs on my cougnut bark and growl
i’ll pimp a heifer big as a cow
without a movie star smile, don’t touch that dial
lost a fed trial, sl!ck as wet towel
rough as a f-ckin’ fingernail file
on top of the pile, they jockin’ my style
they wanna pimp like me but they don’t know how

[miami the most]
but this is thizzelle washington, yeah
this is the thizzelle washington
the nation of thizzlam
i have wonderful mcgill lamont
i have young klyde the glide julius rydah
be in the mammy f-cktown pimpin’
and you know what i just realized about pimpin’?
is it ain’t hoeing if you ain’t paying pimpin’
y’all just out there f-ckin’ and you might be stealin’
fly a kite, take a flight
b-tch, rob two dyk-s
go to the church and bust a priest out, b-tch
but get my money
you take the offering
sell your blood—k!ll the baby and sell the blood, man
gorilla hoe—i want a gorilla hoe for this pimpin’
is there any gorilla hoes in the building? (where they at, mayne?)
i done had every hoe but a gorilla hoe
i want a b-tch that’s gorilla hoeing
throwing p-ssy blood on the track
throw period blood at a trick, and stay in shape, b-tch
gorilla hoe for a n-gga one time (go hard, b-tch)
what else?
what else could she do to prove herself to the nation of thizzm?

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