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Yeah, what's up
Lil' Jon
And my muthafuckin' nigga
Mac muthafuckin' Dre
Let's go
It's been a minute since they heard you, Dre
Check this out
Finna get to some pimp playa shit on they punk asses though, you know
Spit that shit, though
Let's go

Chorus: Mac Dre
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do

Verse 1: Lil Jon
Whole lotta A shit, whole lotta Bay shit
If you ain't gettin' hyphy in this bitch, then you're basic
Ain't no tellin' what she did, she ain't say shit
I'm on that gas, on mama, got me higher than a spaceship
I got hella hoes and they all gettin' swooped They all go
got a mean in the coupe coupe
Gettin' to that new Lil' Jon, Mac Dre shit
Gettin' stupid, dumb, nigga, extra lit
She gon' pop that ass, shawty extra thick
And I'mma pop my collar 'cause I'm extra lit
Bring the bottles, do a split, you'll get some extra tips
And if the boppers outta pocket, we got extra chicks
We on stage, perkin' on stage
I got two girls and they goin' both ways
Asked her where she from, she said Boy, I'm from the Bay
Who her favorite rapper She said, Nigga, Mac Dre

Chorus: Mac Dre
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do

Verse 2: Mac Dre
Mac named Dre is a big fool, sick fool
And if you ain��t down then suck my dick, fool
I don��t give a fuck about a nigga or bitch too
I run with a big crew, and yeah, they sick too
As I get to bustin' this introduction
Of mind corruption and rhyme seduction
I spill and fill brains with game and mo' thangs
Like them dope thangs and what that hoe bring
Creep on Crest streets, speak on fresh beats
Hit the motel, and freak on fresh sheets
And wet sheets, is the end result
Been killin' on cock since ten years old
See I blend this old game with this new
And ain't no telling what a bitch'll do
Now picture you in my position
Steady getting sweated by the opposition
Could you handle all this scandal
And keep on steppin' like boots and sandals
My handle, is young Mac Dre
Silky Slim, is my A.K.A
And you know that Bay is my rompin' grounds
I mean stompin' grounds
But I like the way Rompin' sounds
So I'ma keep it romp-related
And if it ain't down with the romp, I hate it

Chorus: Mac Dre
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do