sale, wakin up in the morning w/a shitload of mail, the wake up the bake up, chillin while u face blunts, going in blowed (be it shape up?) like say what
The motherfuckin' party's over, tell the rest of the crew Get that nappy up Yo get that nappy up Son get that nappy up Queens get that nappy up Yo get that nappy up
E shakes, puffin' on lye, feedin' the seed's plate Pullin' out, old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up
Let me get some volume, can I get some volume On my headphones, bwoy Now raise up the funk, bwoy, ha ha, bwoy Raise it up Mack, raise it up Mack Now
Dre] [Hook: Dre] [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Yeah I wake up in the ghetto tryin dream a couple mill, I'm forced to get, momma shootin up and poppin pills, Daddy
into the kill zone, baby, it's on I pack the twin nine-mills that'll lift your dome Chrome pump with double-eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime
Hey, and it's the best day ever So pack your motherfucking bags cause we gon' go Pack your motherfucking bags, we gon' go [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Hey I
wake up, Cause every single day their suttin new to do, So I'm a keep on dreamin hit snooze. [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Hit snooze I ain't tryna wake up yet
the swagger but you lacking all the substance Cool, the dude you used to wanna be in school spending money, drinking liquor, naked girls up in my pool [Chorus] Wake up
sure I don't forget shit Mac check Clip check Vest check I'm ready to roll Its no contest I'm the Codeez from the East Niggas mad I'm doin' good so I wake up
tell the rest of the crew Outro: Get that nappy up Yo get that nappy up Son get that nappy up Queens get that nappy up Yo get that nappy up *talkin
E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up