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Scooter Pack by Wheelchair Sports Camp Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2016

Just the other day I got caught up on my phone
And saw I this video from
Mac Tay Capone
Now, some would turn away
Me? I hurried back home
To read up on the bro
This is what I know:
He posted on corner with the gang flipping wheelies
And anything you needed any time of day what’s the dealy
Gotta hand it to the partna forever at the doctor
Slanging narcotics like clock-work
Fully armed protected utmost respected
Born without arms so he never got arrested
Word around the streets police was trying to crackdown
This is the heat of california
And they don’t back down
(Gunshots)
How you think the Crips got their name?
Walking with a limp and a cane
The hood will never be the same
He was top of his game and never looked back
Sharp shooter mac
Packed a pistol in the scooter pack
Sharp shooter Mac packs a pistol in the scooter pack
Sharp shooter Mac packs a pistol in the scooter pack
(How you think the Crips got they name?)

What he lacked in height
He made up in arrogance
When he had to fight
Click clack and there he went
From surgeries to rat-a-tat
Blowing kush cataract
Homies drove him round in the burgundy cadillac
A man of many accolades
Little did they know that Mac Tay’s no Mac Dre
But Mac Tay could rap for days
He was getting pretty close to one of diddy’s hoes
Copped a nice mic and started making videos
A flack put him in a silly post
Gangster rapping midget clickety-click this
Thanks for stacking digits
Yo here we go
Seemed like the right move kinda tycoon
Had him overnight on iTunes
Three-hundred thousand views
Nothing to lose interviews on national news
So he threw back the goose by the whole bottle
They filmed him wheeling down the ramp shoot 'what a Roll model'
Sharp shooter Mac packs a pistol in the scooter pack
Sharp shooter Mac packs a pistol in the scooter pack
(How you think the Crips got they name?)

Cripping ain’t easy well pimpin ain’t either
Unless you live by the code tip the gatekeeper
Fresh off tour, countin' hundreds with his feet
Back home in the zone getting blunted in the street
There were deals on the table if he signed to the label
He’d be packaged as the first rags to richest disabled
The pitches, and the business had him feeling real suspicious
The games is mad vicious, he was in it for the digits
He was given a chance, sure, a car and advance
But he was giving up grands and they were pimping his brand
So he envisioned a plan and made a list of demands
They didn’t know who they was dealin' with
Capone was the man they turned a bonafide hustler to american hero compared to his team he was bringing home zero
Point blank range pulled the trigger with his toes
Back to what he knows and that’s how it goes

Sharp shooter Mac packs a pistol in the scooter pack
Sharp shooter Mac packs a pistol in the scooter pack
(How you think the Crips got they name?)