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​Macula's Theory

This song is by Prince Paul.

(Feat. Big Daddy Kane)

(Count Mackula/Big Daddy Kane)
Aight, tell me this
If you got thirty-six prostitutes and thirty cents in your pocket
What you got?
Proof that hoes come a dime a dozen baby

Uh huh, yeah
I mastered the craft on the way to keep 'em strung
The niggaz wanna keep my name from off they girls' tongue
So many brag and boast and like to play high quotes
Always promisin Thomas' and can't cook toast
Thinkin' that the mackin game is just a fashion show
Not realizin that the rulers get the cash and go
Pull up a chair young and notice that the lesson that I'm tellin'
How To Be A Player better than Bill Bellamy
My tongue commits the felony, here's how I gotcha
To do the things your momma told you not ta, I shot ya
Collect as much product as my mouth'll get
And plus I keep my game in order like the alphabet
Mister spectacular, better known as Mackula
Actors pimpin', a Legend just like an Acura
I lay down the law at the door moment that I get wit her
The female predator, etcetera etcetera
Better to come on in, the Hustle's good so why Knock It
Then watch the way I lock it, straight ballin, corner pocket

Anything goes when it comes to hoes 'cause pimpin' ain't easy
("What you see is what you get")
Anything goes when it comes to hoes 'cause pimpin' ain't easy
("Mackula, he done struck again")

You stepped into the playin' field, I don't know what you're thinkin'
'Cause game can smell game, and right now you're ass is stinkin
Makin' my presence known, see I only do it vague
Nowadays, playahating's goin' around just like the plague
By re-gardless, I'm on some play-hard shit
My body's used to all them, I was on the graveyard shift
Survival of the fittest, now all you niggaz try to get this
While y'all makin' love, I'm makin' love into a business
Now, what's the matter, no confidence within your data?
I seen you trippin' since I first started lookin' at her
And if she peak, you know that she'll creep
And if you sleep, then that'll be just one you won't keep, uh
Now boy you know you need your ass whipped
For holdin' on her hand as if you're goin' on some first grade class trip
You feel unable, to keep her in your stable
As she listens to the bubbly that's poppin' at the next table
Life's finer things, victory is mine again
You're tryin' to win, but got to come way better than those Hieneken's
She feel amazed by the game that I be using
And now she choosin'
And you done came up as the one that's losin
The smooth crimin-al as I muscle in
Grand theft hustlin, Mackula, he done struck again
"Oh Lord!"