Crocodile on my feet, fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me 'The Gangsta Mack'
In the Cadillac, yeah

Crocodile on my feet, fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me 'The Gangsta Mack'
In the Cadillac

Nasty Noompsy Nightingale, fresh in that tuxedo
***ber bun with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido, need to chat
Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze

I'm your R O L A I D S, release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this
Smack on smack on some of this, **** Tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your ******
You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor

Off that Butterscotch, Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things
Whatcha mean? Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze
In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where is

Crocodile on my feet, fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me 'The Gangsta Mack'
In the Cadillac, yeah

Crocodile on my feet, fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me 'The Gangsta Mack'
In the Cadillac, yeah

Oh, Lord! How can it be so hard
To put on a pair of ******* much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique
You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak

Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perseverance and experience to get that cat
So why don't I chase this Hennessey down with some of that
On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack

As we strut skip the line through the gl*** window glance
We look fine, right on time
As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play

Ooh, everybody's watching 'cause them furs just hit the door
While them gators creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor
To the V I P where we proceed to give you what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me, throw your hands up if you feel me

'Cause we well designed
(Bowtie)
Like the finest wine
(Bowtie)
Feel good to be fly
(Bowtie)
So don't you ask me why
(Bowtie)

I got the ladies in line
(Bowtie)
Because they can't deny
(Bowtie)
So raise your hands to the sky
(Bowtie)
'Cause we super fly, 'cause we super fly
(Bowtie)

Crocodile on my feet, fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me 'The Gangsta Mack'
In the Cadillac, yeah

Crocodile on my feet, fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me 'The Gangsta Mack'
In the Cadillac

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