Lyrics Uninvited (feat. The Looie Crew) - Mac Dre feat. The Looie Crew

Eternal, DJ Cease, Big Boi, Young Noti
Louie for life
Louie in peace, my brothers
You know, this for all them, uh, fakers
Or fad followers
Real shit, you know
Eternal, the uninvited

31 Double O 7 was the code I got hit with
I guess it's time to go and do that Louie shit
Stopped at the spot and then hit the sto'
Because the gin and ice got me perkin' in the studio
When I hit the spots, tops drop, Glocks cocked
I hope it ain't no funk 'cause the Louies on the block
Hope you're givin' up love, or givin' up dap
The homie from the Louies is quick to peel your cap

31 Double O 7 was the code I got hit with
I guess it's time to go and do some mo' Louie shit
Gotta hit the sto' and get me a Vega
'Cause you know when the Louie smoke, the Louie smoke major
We push indoors, snatch CU drawers
Took over stores and mack punk trick whores
My Louies done paged and I'm smashin'
Blowin' big bomb ain't a fashion
We be doin' this shit with a passion
And your bitch blew me off for straight mackin'

Now what you gon' do when I hit that CU?
Give up the money or get Big Boi after you
Ric' ain't for play, the Glock is gon' spit
And chop a nigga like a trick
Crestside nigga, oh the realer, all about my scrilla
Dope rhyme sayer out the town and I'ma peel ya
So don't test the 31 double O 7
Vetti wreckin' player haters off they set
Back 'em down 'cause they need to bump that C-side and we ride
So deep, player haters run and hide
It's high performance when we slide
You might catch me in that 50 drop
A Crestside nigga in the game, it won't stop
Back 'em up 'cause niggas know we hiccup
Them.50 cal. double egos, dumpin' out that Regal
It's Rico, you know, Nathan Knight from the North Pole
Packin' niggas down for real, that's how I get that scrill

Damn, I left my mans at home
Should I straight face this fool or just leave him alone?
Nah, it ain't like that
It's the Louie crew, nigga, and I'm out to get fat
Fat is what I'm talkin' 'bout, a hundred G's or better
Witnesses, they'll all get wet up
Ugh, nobody left to tell
All you snitch ass niggas get sent straight to hell

Louies, Louies, Louies
Louies, Louies, Louies, Louies

I used to sell yayo on the streets of the three C's
But now I slang game on cassettes and CDs
I rips and flips caps with stacks of raw raps
Attack them saps who steady flaps and jaw jacks
I'm all that, and I got Mac Mall's back
Fumbled in '92, but now I got the ball back
And runnin' suckers over with this R-A-P
'Cause I'm the MVP and a G from the V
They can't see me 'cause I'm in too deep
Sellin' 'em half a million like my boy JT
And fully representin' that Northern Cali, ho
I'm from the Crest, northside of Valley Jo
From the O down to San Jo
Up to Sacto, back to Frisco
Everybody know Mac Dre's a factor
Takin' this rap thang to the next chapter
I rap to funky beats that rock ya
Made by Khayree, brother of the Rocker
I sock ya with these blows of game
That's potent like a joint of that doja, mayne

Doja, mayne, doja, mayne
It's the Louie crew, nigga never fuckin' with gang
Louie crew, I thought you knew
What you gon' do when Truey come for you?
The Louie crew, the Louie crew
What you gon' do when Truey come for you?

I ride by with my fists high in the sky
(And bust U-ies, and only smoke with the Louies)
I ride by with my fists high in the sky
(And bust U-ies, and only smoke with the Louies)
What's up, Cee? Out there in Ohio
Mike Fish
Freaky D
New York City
Louie in peace, Nino
Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi
Big Boi, Big Boi