Listen up, I'm about to get dope 
It ain't nothin' but some [bad word] I wrote 
About a young brotha deep in the game 
They call me Mac Dre and I'm keepin the name 
I sport Nikey shoes, I got a mic to use 
To talk bad about suckers, I don't like the fools 
Down and dirty bout spittin' my hits 
And if not, I'm gettin' my grits 
Playin' the game like it's supposed to be played 
Makin' much more than the minimum wage 
Not a pimp daddy, don't drive a Caddy 
I just mack and get all that babby 
Dre, you know I never slow down 
Smokin cesstee until I'm really towed down 
Walk into the party, fully perked 
Grab the microphone and let the mouthpiece work 
I got hype and the game starts flowin' 
The girls get freaky and it starts showin' 
And when the party's over at the end of the night 
They say: [bad word]  Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite 
Cuz I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos 
Mack named Dre and I'm poppin the most 
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though 
And too hard for the [bad word]  radio 

"Tell me somethin' good" 
I'm too hard for the [bad word]  radio 

My rhymes are dope cuz Mac Dre made 'em 
And made you geek every time you play them 
On your tape deck, hooked to your Sacco 
little hard, but brotha I'm a mack, though 
Nothin' nice, makin' raps that you wanna hear 
Gettin cessted, put my hands on the beer 
I can't help it, that's what I like to do 
Sloppy [bad word]  rappin' on the mic for you 
young brotha, kinda bone-skinny 
I take a girl to the golden penny 
Get romantic, just like I planned it 
Then cut turf and leave the girl stranded 
Is it hard becuz I just beat it? 
Not really, that's what the girl needed 
That's game, I thought that you knew this 
Mack game, and mine is the smoothest 
Like lotion I'm in motion 
I'm a mack, I was a big ocean 
But no matter what the [bad word] your name is 
Nothin' nice is what my game is 
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though 
And too hard for the [bad word]  radio 

"Tell me somethin' new" 
I'm too hard for the [bad word]  radio  [bad word] to the Northside of the V 
The the r the e the s-t 
Hit Lennard, what will be seen? 
20 young niggaz gettin full of the Hen 
This is the Romper Room, and you know who I am 
The mack named Dre, so get with the program 
Nothin' proper, freaks will clock ya 
And if there's funk, then punk we'll mop ya 
So beware of the four-door Delta 
Get your crew if you think they can help ya 
And step up but not too close 
Cuz the Crestside is poppin the most 
And all you girls, don't you feel left out 
And to the boys, I've worn that flesh out 
And after that we can still be friends though 
And if not, we'll be friends with the Indo 
Romper Room kickin on Lennard Street 
Mac Dre full of the Hennessy 
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though 
And too hard for the [bad word]  radio