Lyrics Shakin' the Feds - Mac Dre
(Feat.
Goldie)
[Verse
1:
Mac
Dre]
I
Drink
Heem,
And
Smoke
Green
Grass
Everyday
In
'em
They
Blaze
In
My
Clean
Ass
Chevrolet
Gas
Break
Dip
Down
The
Strip
When
I
Fo
Yo
With
Four
Hoes,
That
Touch
Mo'
Bread
Than
Togos
No
Hobos,
I
Fuck
With
Cream-Of-The-Croppers
Head
Doctors
With
Choppers
And
Bomb
Ass
Coppers
Orville
Redenbacher
Couldn't
Be
More
Butter
I
Spit
These
P's
When
I
Knock
Her
Ima
Pimp
I
Don't
Love
Her
Undercover,
I
Do
It
Under
Your
Nose
I
Hit
A
Lick
On
Your
Partner
With
One
Of
Your
Hoes
Im
Runnin'
With
Those
Thug
Niggas
And
Drug
Dealas
That
Bug
Niggas
That
Got
Skrilla
Im
Godzilla
Cha-Chilla
It's
What
Is
In
My
Hoes,
Cause
I
Make'em
Do
Illegal
Shit
To
Get
My
Dough
Slit
My
Throat,
If
You
Ever
See
Me
Fakin'
I
Betta
Be
Tendin'
To
This
Pimpin'
And
What
They
Makin'
[Chorus:
x2]
Role
Is
Andre
But
They
Can't
Catch
Him
Slippin'
Yokin'
It
Up
Smokin'
It
Up
He's
Rollin
In
The
7-Tre
Gas
Break
Dippin'
Shakin'
The
Feds
Makin'
The
Bread
Ching-Ching
[Verse
2:
Goldie]
I
Drink
211
And
Smoke
On
Bomb
Til'
It's
Gone
Then
Drop
A
Hits
With
The
Mac-A-The-Dre
From
Night
Til'
The
Morn
It's
Long
So
Start
Your
Livin
It
(Boom
Boom)
Man
I
See
The
Niggas
Sippin'(Whoa
Wha)
Lustin'
For
Women
Thats
Been
Suckin'
N
Fuckin'
Him'n
Them'n
Me
I
Jus
Sav
It
Up
Been
Goin'
To
Hookers
Pass
The
Buck
Master
Deluxe
Make
A
Trick
Make
Money
Ass
Up
But
If
The
Hoe
Don't
Listen
Then
Im
Pullin
Her
Partner
Friends
Who
Got
Some
Ends
To
Spend
Nigga
Look
Im
In
It
To
Win
By
All
Means
Cause
This
Rappin'
Ain't
Payin'
For
My
G's
I
Could
Resort
To
Jackin'
And
Slayin'
But
That
Won't
Burn
I
Know
These
Puddles
Wanna
See
Me
In
Shackles
Because
I
Roll
With
Killas
And
Dealas,
Hyenas
And
Jackals
You
Say
You
Dealin'
With
Network
Cut-Throat
Every
Nigga
Laugh
Rushin'
These
Hoes
Catch
Elbows
And
Jabs
We
In
The
Lab
Where
It
Don't
Stop
It's
K-I-Gig
You
Can
See
Me
Checkin'
Chins
Servin'
Dome
Shots
Smoke
Style
[Chorus
x2]
[Verse
3:
Mac
Dre]
It's
The
Big
Dog
Head
Coach
Im
That
Nigga
Got
My
Hand
On
My
Gun
And
My
Finger
On
The
Trigga
Playin'
With
My
Fab
Toys
Running
From
The
Bad
Boys
(Trippin')
Lossing
Control,
I
Never
Had
Poors
Rugged
And
Real,
Lovin'
This
Skill
Game
To
My
Folks,
Hang
With
My
Folks,
Swang
With
My
Folks
Drunk
Fucked
Up
Off
151,
Beat
My
Beezy
Up
And
Say
"What
Have
I
Done"
Gorilla
Pimp,
Behind
The
Tent
Gettin'
Bent
On
The
Savage
Ass
One
"I
Was
Collectin'
My
Rent"
The
Mac
Guy,
Triple
Stack
Guy
Killin'
Them
Suckas
That
Give
The
Rap
Game
A
Black
Eye
Roll
The
Weed
Up,
Somebody
Turn
The
Beat
Up
While
I
Continue
To
Spit
Relax
And
Kick
Your
Feet
Up
Mac
Game
So
Cold
I
Make
Your
Nose
Runny
Mac
Dre
So
Cold
Takin'
Hoes
Money
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