[ Mac Dre ]
  Since I was a young buck my mackin was cool
  I used to tongue-kiss girls in the back of the school
  And maybe sometime a nigga got mo' than a kiss
  I put my finger in some puss that smelled like piss
  And as I reminisce, huh, it's kinda funny
  How I talked little girls out they lunch money
  They didn't run from me, they used to jock young Dre
  Then I stepped up game and got some cock one day
  It was a bloody mess and yes, tight as some vice grips
  But I was a little nigga killin some tight shit
  Tossed, turned and started fuckin her few friends
  Cause she told two friends and they told two friends
  And word got out that young Dre could fuck good
  Then I bumped a bitch who could fuck and suck good
  And after that cock was nothin to me
  So I flipped the script and stopped fuckin for free
  Every bitch I dicked down, had to kick down
  Whoever I tossed up, had to cough up
  Young in the game, mayn, but quick to learn
  That money makes this world turn
  So I peep game, pop that thang
  And let fools know how I got that name
  Mac Dre, boy
  
  (Mac Dre, boy)
  
  [ Mac Dre ]
  I used to creep on Crest streets with a tight mask on
  Posted, toasted, gettin my cash on
  Strapped with a gat and a bottle of Hen though
  Orange zig zags and big bags of that Endo
  I pushed pebbles to the midnight hour
  24-7 same clothes, no shower
  Dopesacks smellin like nutsacks, but fuck it
  I was checkin ducats, collect in buckets
  But now I'm fresh out the pen with a chip on my shoulder
  And out of the motor my blood runs much colder
  Somebody told a fed I was in the mix
  Hittin licks, nigga, ain't that a bitch
  I make raps, stay far from saps
  Checks my traps and collect my snaps
  The Country Club Crest is where I got this game
  And rappin on the mic is how I got that name