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Mac Miller - Rockin Wit The Best Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
No Major Payne
Hey, uh
No Major Payne

[Verse 1]
But Damon Wayne's in livin' color with these shades of gray
Conversatin' with the treble, tryna raise the bass
I shake the place with the boomin' of an 808
Smokin' weed and havin' feast up at the Quaker Steak
It ain't a thang but a chicken wang, homie
I'm just cruisin' in the Civic, no Bimmer, Benz or Bentley
Boy, I talk it how I live it, and I rock it when I spit it
I'm so popular with misfits and dip shits who get they wigs split for bad business
Last Christmas, I had some shit up on my wish list
Increases in my digits got me coppin' it to give gifts
Big kids, silencin' the critics, all up in it
Now I'm fuckin' every single place my dick fit
The dawn of the dead, and if you know this song
Then sing along in your head before we on to the next
I keep that 2001 Chronic weed, it got me on my Mr. Cruise Scientology
The young prodigy, and it's been known, it's in my genealogy
Sauna heat, ain't a single motherfucker hot as me
My poppy seed got 'em all addicted to the thought of me
Hoes stay obsessed, always callin' me while girls be sendin' pictures
I get the finest lady and her sister
Boy, I heard you fucked McKenna Fisher
I heard your nasty ass even nutted when you kissed her
That's a bad decision, you can't blame it on the liquor
I get the finest bitch, dick her like my name was Richard
At the bowling alley, drinkin' liters out a pitcher
Boy, get your bummy ass back to the bullpen
Yeah, you was a kid too, but wasn't this cool, man
[Chorus]
So, who the coolest motherfucker in the game?
Everywhere you go, the people always drop his name
From the north to the south, east to the west
You ju—you now rockin' with the best
So, who the coolest motherfucker in the game?
Everywhere you go, the people always drop his name
From the north to the south, east to the west (You don't wanna stay for the verse, Jerm?)
You ju—you now rockin' with the best (Fine)

[Verse 2]
Ayo, I'm fuckin' Mona Lisa
Hittin' on that California reefer that could put the average person in a seizure
Runnin' through these quarters like a meter
Two ounces for the day, never beast us, leave it to the beaver
You can find me in my booster seat, lookin' at these groupie hoes
Like, "You look beautiful, can I get some coochie though?"
Girl, I get you free into the show
But in Star, we expectin' you to blow, woah
Now, I ain't talkin' 'bout every single lady
Just them hoes who be actin' all crazy
Sorry, you a ho, not a female
If I got some naked pictures in my email
And I never even met you, you just like my songs
I'm reachin' for the condom, you say you don't want one on
Bra, pause, sorry 'bout that bitch talk
Let me get it back up on my hip-hop, haters, you can kick rocks
I'm this hot, they substitute me for a fryin' pan
The little asshole ruins your entire plan
Of takin' over the game, sorry, case closed
We all after that bank roll, ayo
[Chorus]
So, who the coolest motherfucker in the game?
Everywhere you go, the people always drop his name
From the north to the south, east to the west
You ju—you now rockin' with the best
So, who the coolest motherfucker in the game?
Everywhere you go, the people always drop his name
From the north to the south, east to the west
You ju—you now rockin' with the best