I Got Soul
A.M. Dre Lyrics

Since I was a young buck my mackin was cool
I've been a smooth talker since I was young

I used to tongue-kiss girls in the back of the school
I used to make out with girls in school

And maybe sometime a nigga got mo' than a kiss
Sometimes I got more than just a kiss

I put my finger in some puss that smelled like piss
I fingered a girl whose vagina smelled bad

And as I reminisce, huh, it's kinda funny
Looking back, it's amusing

How I talked little girls out they lunch money
I convinced young girls to give me their lunch money

They didn't run from me, they used to jock young Dre
They weren't scared of me, they liked me

Then I stepped up game and got some cock one day
Then I became more successful and had sex with someone

It was a bloody mess and yes, tight as some vice grips
It was messy and tight

But I was a little nigga killin some tight shit
But I was young and doing well

Tossed, turned and started fuckin her few friends
I had sex with her friends

Cause she told two friends and they told two friends
Because she spread the word about me

And word got out that young Dre could fuck good
People heard that I was good in bed

Then I bumped a bitch who could fuck and suck good
Then I had sex with someone who was good at both

And after that cock was nothin to me
After that, sex was nothing special to me

So I flipped the script and stopped fuckin for free
So I started charging for sex

Every bitch I dicked down, had to kick down
Every woman I had sex with had to pay me

Whoever I tossed up, had to cough up
Whoever I had sex with had to pay me

Young in the game, mayn, but quick to learn
I was young, but I learned quickly

That money makes this world turn
Money is important in this world

So I peep game, pop that thang
So I paid attention and got involved

And let fools know how I got that name
And told people how I became known as Mac Dre

I used to creep on Crest streets with a tight mask on
I used to sneak around with a mask on

Posted, toasted, gettin my cash on
I was hanging out, getting money

Strapped with a gat and a bottle of Hen though
Carrying a gun and alcohol

Orange zig zags and big bags of that Endo
I had rolling papers and a lot of weed

I pushed pebbles to the midnight hour
I sold drugs until late at night

24-7 same clothes, no shower
I wore the same clothes all the time and didn't shower

Dopesacks smellin like nutsacks, but fuck it
The drugs I sold smelled bad, but I didn't care

I was checkin ducats, collect in buckets
I was making money and collecting it

But now I'm fresh out the pen with a chip on my shoulder
But now I'm out of prison and angry

And out of the motor my blood runs much colder
I'm more ruthless now

Somebody told a fed I was in the mix
Someone told the police I was involved in something

Hittin licks, nigga, ain't that a bitch
Robbing people is tough

I make raps, stay far from saps
I make music and avoid weak people

Checks my traps and collect my snaps
I check my earnings and collect my money

The Country Club Crest is where I got this game
I learned these life skills in Country Club Crest

And rappin on the mic is how I got that name
Performing rap music is how I became known as Mac Dre