Mr.5-1-3, the black mack, that rolls in Cadillacs,
the 84s and Vogues'll give you a heart attack
the swag of a true player, the fine ho layer
gonna break down the game for all the who-sayers
down on your luck, well I can fix that
no this ain't a trap, gonna show ya how to be a true mack
those lame-ass lines'll get yo ass smacked, probably jacked,
skull cracked, and all that, you don't want that crap
act uninterested, you'll get more attention
don't get too cocky, that ain't all in the pimpin'
when you get too thirsty, that lowers your chances
does alot of damage for a one night's romancin'
and if you can't dance,
you'll be sweatin' like a fat man in gym class
not tryin'a be an ass, just tellin' how it is
and steer clear if she has more than two kids
just sayin', when you'll pull up in that Caddy,
you don't wanna be asked if you're the real daddy
but if you wanna be a sucka, well, that's fine and dandy
like candy, from a baby cryin' all the time, momma tryin'a
find a Mr.Right, might take up all yo time,
but she'll give you what you like,
that's how the game goes, real playas get chose
and sometimes you'll get played by a fine ho,
who wants mo money, money, mo money, money, mo
just sayin', tho, you'll get trapped like a big toe.
I ain't finished with this, just need feedback.
'Cause I've been writing this for about 3 nights, and I just wanna know if I should finish it or not.