I'm the mack, I'm the mack I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Skeet) Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh) Baby, have a talk with your son That nigga lookin' like a sack, huh (Bitch) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Mack)

Bitch you got me fucked up Came with my whole gang 20 of us walked up Fuck you mean you need to see ID? What you mean? Have the owner come and get me Talkin' shit, you tryna start what? Better have them bottles ready If not, bitch you got me fucked up

(Hands yeah yeah yeah) You say you're better with Come on lay your hands, your hands on me In the dark silence so loud You only gotta lay your hands on me We don't have to talk 'cause talk is cheap I've been thinking about it I've been thinking all night

Whiskey do my talkin' Here's to you my hundred proof friend I'm not some come on strong romeo cowboy No I'm not that type Without a little help I probably have two left feet But you're not gonna let that happen tonight

Show me that you walk with me Show me that you love me Hopefully, just above me, heaven's watching over me I realize as I lay down to sleep, we haven't spoke in weeks So many things that I'd like to know... Come have a talk with me I need a sign,