Interpret:

Mac Miller

Album:

The Jukebox: Prelude to Class Clown

ll these hatas their just forced to hate no reason (fuck yall) 
dont really know who i am at all (fuck yall mutha fuckas) 
so i guess i kinda gotta introduce my self again to these mutha fuckas so im just like yeah 


VERSE 1 
please tah meet ya find me with ah heep of reefa 
speaking etha ill whoop ya ass and crease ya sneakers 
hatas keep tha haten lil faggots figure skaten 
while we figure eightin seekin ur replace ment and i aint gon 
touch tha hate like some bacteria 
some nasty ass food from tha cafateria 
youll have and hear me bruh if u pass me up ah luh 
ima beat ya ass tearin u in half and eat ya up 
like any given friday i roll up to ya drive way rock u in tha face have u lookin sideways 
so step back cause u aint want it with Mac tha young cat with rap to leave u flat on ur back 
and as ah matter of fact im like crack on tha track with mah cap to tha back im tha cat in tha hat 
yeah we rhymen like Dr.Suesus so be careful before u end up on tha news 
everytime that we.. 


CHORUS: 
CRUISE like we aint got nothing to loose 
hit tha speech throught tha speakers hope its comen in smooth 
when we CRUISE see i aint got nothing to do 
so ima roll around tha city smoken blunts with mah crew 
when we CRUISE x2 


VERSE 2: 
and there aint nobody that do it like Pittsburg (NOPE) 
said there aint nobody do it like Pittsburg (NOT AH) 
i said it twice just incase that u misheard 
cause this verse is like........ 
so quit ya back talk i aint haven it boyy 
im lookin fresh right now straight dazzlen boyy 
light a swisher now im gone 
when my minds on, 5's on, laced up, headed out the time bomb 
get your life right size truck whit a white light 
triple x tee and a fresh pair of white nikes 




i wright like nobody youve seen 
cause my weed is purple and my money is green 
see im hungry for cream with my fitted on lean 
if you wanna talk shit, ima shit on your teaam 
i rock my fitted to the side 
roll around the city blowing piff up in the sky 
when we.. 


Chorus: 
CRUISE like we aint got nothing to loose 
hit tha speech throught tha speakers hope its comen in smooth 
when we CRUISE see i aint got nothing to do 
so ima roll around tha city smoken blunts with mah crew 
when we CRUISE x2 


VERSE 3: 
the kid raps like lasers, sharp like rasors 
rollin up my weed in some Garcia vegas (yuup) 
fuck a cop tryna chase me with tasers, im runnin out my crib and im dippin through the neighbors, garden 
high homie marvin the marshin 
i wipe my ass with you soft rappers like charmin 
yall hungry im starvin, you talkin shit, oh i beg your pardon 
specifics is never gimics, i rip it just how i live it, you wanna it ill go and get, im kickin it so escuisit 
the wickedest mothafucka on the block i live at 
shit talk on hip hop im pealing your wig back, yuup 
so where the crib at, where the party at, where them butt naked hoes and the bacardi at 
cause when i start to rap, its gameova 
and i aint spend a single one sober 
when we.. 


Chorus: 
CRUISE like we aint got nothing to loose 
hit tha speech throught tha speakers hope its comen in smooth 
when we CRUISE see i aint got nothing to loose 
so ima roll around tha city smoken blunts with mah crew 
when we CRUISE x2