Lyrics Monday Through Sunday - Mac Dre

Macramento
Richmond, Vallejo, Oakland
Pittsburgh, Berkley,(Westside)Santa Rosa, Gilroy
Modesto, Stockton
Oakland, did I say Oakland?
Yeah, did I say Vallejo? (What?)

I eat a nigga like jello, A bitch like ciello.
I'm the kind of fellow dat will,"yee" instead of,"hello".
I do it acapello, or in da mix.
Im da almighty "MAC", Andre Hicks.
I'm versatile you can catch me at da, Bandstand.
Doin everything from fly fishing to badminton.
When I'm ass hittin, I'm in it like a long hose, full life long, Sav like donkey kong.
Eat a thang long, a crustacean.
Grew up wit Sisters, Hynas, Asians and Caucasians.
I stay blazing, nothing but da best.
Where I'm from?"Bitch", da Crest
The wild wild west, California.
Floss too hard a nigga might pull up on ya.
I like Beanie, I like Kiss, I like Jigga
But dem niggas act different, I'm a West Coast nigga.

Monday: I'm politicking through da ghetto.
Tuesday: Backseat wit mommies and amaretto
Wednesday: It's pimping hookers in stilettos.
Thursday: I'll probably swoop looking for dat hello.
Friday: I'm at a throwback with my fellows.
Saturday: Off in da club, spending dinero.
Sunday: I'm out in traffic to da pedal. Seven days a week out in these streets, I just can't let go.

Fresh dressed like a skrillion bucks.
Threw on my suede chucks, I don't give a fuck.
Mouth full of jewels, I'm a fool.
Come through mashing and dipping an old school.
Hoe's choose, partner I'm a pimp.
I eat prawns I don't eat skrimp.
California exempt on my tail.
I go to jail, I post bail.
Live the life of a Northern California rap star.
Many concert house parties in the backyard.
Punch it in your north star, Vallejo nigga.
I don't smoke it if it don't have the smell nigga.
Take a bitch up, fuck, take her money, cut.
California thug rolla, nigga what?
Like Messy Marv, Cougnut, The Bigga Figga, RBL and 40, I'm a Bay nigga.

Monday: I'm politicking through the ghetto.
Tuesday: Backseat with mommies and amaretto.
Wednesday: It's pimping hookers in stilettos.
Thursday: I'll probably swoop looking for that hello.
Friday: I'm at a throwback with my fellows.
Saturday: Off in the club, spending dinero.
Sunday: I'm out in traffic to the pedal
Seven days a week out on these streets, I just can't let go.

Zapco board, Zeus amps.
Flanel tops and chrome lamps.
Six wheels car sitting A1.
Your guy, from the Bay son.
Everything we ride is high pro.
Shut the freeway down, have a sideshow.
All night though, I might go.
Post up with a breezy and some light dough.
That's my life bro, I thought you heard.
Like Darius Rucker nigga on my curb.
The rapper gone bad, Mac Dre boy.
And this is what we do in the Bay boy.

Monday: I'm politicking through da ghetto.
Tuesday: Backseat wit mommies and amaretto.
Wednesday: It's pimping hookers in stilettos.
Thursday: I'll probably swoop looking for that hello.
Friday: I'm at a throwback with my fellows.
Saturday: Off in the club, spending dinero.
Sunday: I'm out in traffic to da pedal.
Seven days a week out in these streets, I just can't let go.