M.a.c.a. Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

'Cause I'ma keep it G real. 

I don't fuck with you, cuz 

You disrespected me 

You disrespect my hood 

By telling me take off my flag 

Asking how gangster I was, nigga 

You lucky on that day I was acting cool, cuz 

I told you I ain't got time for that, 

But nigga, today I got time, cuz 

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You know what? 

We likes to party 

We likes to party 

We likes to party 

We don't cause trouble 

We don't bother nobody 

Ay young world, the world is yours 

Ay young world, the world is yours 

Young world, young world 

The world is yours 

Young world, the world is yours 

The world is yours 

The world is yours 

The world is yours 

The president say he wants to Make America Great Again 

Fuck that shit, we gon' Make America Crip Again, cuz 

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As I look around I see so many millionaires 

With skin like mine, don't pretend like I'm 

With that bullshit your president been tweeting 

Them black boys is balling out 

The whole block been eating 

You punk pigs we calling out 

I'ma line y'all on up 

Then start my own league, I'ma sign y'all on up 

I'm thinking who my heroes be 

Thank God for the Negro League 

Colin Kaepernick was black balled, ah, nigga please 

This still America with three K's, believe that shit 

The world is yours my nigga, so go and see that bitch 

Every chance you get, hit that lick and get that shit 

Put your name down and your thang down 

We gon' Make America Crip Again 

Ay young world, the world is yours 

Ay young world, the world is yours 

Young world, young world 

The world is yours 

Young world, the world is yours 

The world is yours 

The world is yours 

The world is yours 

Don't ya look strange 

Having all that power but you won't make change 

But don't trip, we Crip and we gang up too 

And if I do a count, I'm sure we got more guns than you 

Now just imagine if we stop shooting our own kind 

I'm a Crip with no color lines, that mean I'm colorblind 

I learned that, turnt that, Willie Lynch, burnt that 

G status, earned that 

Now that I'm your OG, it's my job to teach you 

Show you, look out, reach you 

Every chance you get, hit that lick and get that shit 

And put your name down and your thang down 

We gon' Make America Crip Again 

Ay young world, the world is yours 

Ay young world, the world is yours 

Young world, young world 

The world is yours 

Young world, the world is yours 

The world is yours 

The world is yours 

The world is yours 

You know what? 

We like to party 

We like to party 

We like to party 

You know what? 

Yo, peep this, we like to party