Ike Turner Lyrics - Singles - Dre Dog (andre Nickatina)

(Juss woke up, head hurt...) 

(Coughing) 

Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you 

You? Tryin to help Ike? 

(Mack 10) 

Snatchin the bitches in the headlock 

It's that nigga the M-A-C-1-0 and Dre Dog straight doggin 

Punk bitches we be hoggin 

It's me that nigga that post in the corner with a dunce hat 

But fuck that 

These hoes got a nigga on skitzo so Dre Dog, get way back 

And I be, that nigga I-K-E, and we know who you gonna play 

So sit back and be O.J. 

For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder 

I heard a nigga say that you can't fuck with Ike Turner 

So I'm gonna be that nigga who put these hoes out 

Blacked out, locced out 

Ready to go all out 

And rip a heffa's grill out 

So spill out your brains bitch, all over the carpet 

I was in the market, you got caught as a target 

Now fuckin mine you see the eye of me and you say gansta 

Gangsta, that's what they be yellin for me 

That nigga I-K-E nigga aka murder 

That nigga Ike Turner 

Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you 

You? Tryin to help Ike? 

Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you 

You? Tryin to help Ike? 

(Mac 10) 

Stirrin, yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee 

You hoes that wanna be bossy can't ball Mac cause I will off the 

Like skill kill blood will be runnin off the table 

The black bald headed captain's back so now you got to prey for 

Your life as you look into the face of M-A-C 

But you don't see me you juss see the M-I-R-A-G-E of me 

And my ax as i crizack your back 

For fuckin with the Mac, you dirty ass rat 

See, I could be a good guy 

I'd rather be a bad guy, and look deep in your izeye 

Before I see you dizeye 

You can fetch a dolla, I love when I hear hoes holla 

And they choke, from my hands around they collar 

The Graveyard is back and, I'm in all black and 

My eyes all bloodshot, cause death got me locked 

So, I'm ready to snap and, Dre can't hold me back and 

Cause I'm too far gone nigga too far gone 

My baby mama hates me, I choked her till she couldn't breath 

And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed 

I told you on Dre's album choke em until they color switch 

Juss call me (cleana man, love to see your body twitch 

I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man 

But you can juss call me Mac 10 

So don't cross me cause you will be offed G 

Dre and Mac 10 nigga gone out the dark 

(Dre Dog) 

I be that nigga that be the mothafucka here 

The mothafucka there 

Knock a Tina out and have her sleepin like a bear 

In the winter, you lookin for the dragon then enter 

I'm warning ya, slapping you like President Abaloneya 

So now, this indo got me snappin like an alligator 

Take her up and down like a mothafuckin elevator 

Serve em, I gotta get the mothafuckin money (right) 

Then hit em with the force of a car crash dummy 

These hoes will have a muthafuckas heart on cold 

Stoppin mothafuckas like 4th and goal 

And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz 

But I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT hit like bam 

Bitch you think I give a God damm? 

Breakin backboards on 180 jams 

You little heffa, I'm breathin down your mothafuckin neck 

With reactions like a black hero Vietnam vet 

Upset, like you lost a fuckin million dollar check 

To a heffa who's name was tattooed on his neck