Macula's Theory

[Intro: Big Daddy Kane/Count Macula]

Aight, tell me this:

If you got 36 prostitutes, and 30 cents in your pocket

What you got?

Proof that hoes come a dime a dozen, baby

Uh huh, yeah

[Verse 1: Big Daddy Kane/Count Macula]

I mastered the craft on the way to keep 'em strung

The niggas wanna keep my name from off they girls' tongue

So many brag and boast and like to play high quotes

Always promising Thomases and can't cook toast

Thinking that the macking game is just a fashion show

Not realizing that the rulers get the cash and go

Pull up a chair young and notice that the lesson that I'm telling, B

How to Be a Player better than Bill Bellamy

My tongue commits the felony, here's how I gotcha

To do the things your momma told you not ta, I shot ya

Collect as much product as my mouth'll get

And plus, I keep my game in order like the alphabet

Mr. Spectacular, better known as Macula

At this pimpin', a Legend just like an Acura

I lay down the law at the door moment that I get wit her

The female predator, et cetera, et cetera

Better to come on in, the hustle's good, so why knock it?

Then watch the way I lock it, straight ballin, corner pocket

[Chorus: Big Daddy Kane/Count Macula]

Anything goes when it comes to hoes, cuz pimpin ain't easy

("What you see is what you get")

Anything goes when it comes to hoes, cuz pimpin ain't easy

(Macula, he done struck again)

[Verse 2: Big Daddy Kane/Count Macula]

Ya stepped into the playin field, I don't know what you're thinking

Cuz game can smell game, and right now, your ass is stinking

Making my presence known, see, I only do it vague

Nowadays, playa-hating's going around just like the plague

But re-gardless, I'm on some play-hard shit

My body's used to all them, I was on the graveyard shift

Survival of the fittest, now all you niggas try to get this

While y'all making love, I'm making love into a bid-ness

Now, what's the matter, no confidence within your data?

I seen you tripping since I first started lookin' at her

And if she peep, you know that she'll creep

And if you sleep, then that'll be just one you won't keep, uh

Now, boy, you know you need your ass whipped

For holding on her hand as if ya goin on some 1st grade class trip

You feel unable, to keep her in your stable

As she listens to the bubbly that's poppin at the next table

Life's finer things, victory is mine again

Ya tryin to win, but gotta come way better than those Heineken's

She feel amazed by the game that I be usin', and now she choosin

And you done came up as the one that's losin

The smooth crimin-al as I muscle in

Grand theft hustlin, Mackula, he done struck again ("Oh Lord!")