Ain`t No Tellin`

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