Lyrics Chedda Getta - Mac Dre

Ah, ah (Backside)
Where we at?
Dego? Vallejo? Dego?
Vallejo, nigga
Ah, ah, where we at?
Dego? Vallejo? Dego?
Vallejo, nigga
Thizz is what it is, get it right
Mac motherfuckin' Dre, feel me?
16 Wit' Dre, number two
Yee, DJ Backside, come on
Bolo, Macnificent
Mac Dre, you beezies

I get mozzarella, Swiss, cheddar, and provolone
Bought a 500 woodgrain leather on chrome
You never knew a Benz that's as long as a Brougham
Until I parked my big body outside your home
It's the chairman of the boards, still Chevs and Fords
A mack on the track, sweat pimpin' out my pores
Get yours 'cause I'ma get mine
'Cause I'm trying, and it's always on a bitch time
Plenty dimes get it for your knocker
I spit rhymes and when I spit it, it be proper
Treat hoes like guava, I'm a squabber
Grew up in the streets playing cops and robbers
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, gangbang and slang 'caine
Vallejo or Dego, it's all the same thang
Catch me with a bitch in something see-through
The gangsta mack and shit is what is equal