Dirty Mac lyrics

Your girl's been spending lots of time at my place I been helpin her remove the makeup from her fine face Telling her to go "Au Natural" And she trust me cause I'm your pal, thats my style (Vrooom) I drive the Dirty Mac truck Convincing her to drink that whole 30 rack up I sit until I think your girly's mad drunk, then I turn the dirty mac up What you and her, we shacked up Well that sucks, we been getting close lately Special time adds up so don't hate me It's all about bologna draperies, beef sticks, and meat curtains Monthly afternoons of bloody hatchet wounds and grease purses I'm the salt in her pepper, the hop in her steppa The broccoli in her mi-douth, but she don't want no chedda (She don't want no chedda?) Naw she want somethin betta I'd like to thank you homes you the reason why I met her Who's cryin?