Il testo della Mac daddy (tru's reality) [telemitry remix]

I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
Them apples don't grow on trees

I want a macintosh laptop, packaging so posh
Fits like a glove in that tiny little white box
Pretty as a picture but it ain't all show
At 8 ram deep i be running logic pro
To make my own beats dad
Keep me off the streets dad
An xbox, would even take a backseat
So please give me a job so i can stack that paper
'cause this is major

I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
So i can make my own beats
I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
Them apples don't grow on trees

Yo i'm saving for a laptop and looking for some work
Five bucks an hour and i'm willing to serve
Ain't no job too ug, l to the y
I'd do almost anything to make that macbook fly
Yo i'll teach you to cross it over
Then play chess all day with roses
I'll take ? to the franklin fair
Dad, i'd even braid marley's hair

I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
So i can make my own beats
I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
Them apples don't grow on trees

I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
So i can make my own beats
I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
Servin' up them jesus freaks

I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
So i can make my own beats
I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
Them apples don't grow on trees

I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
So i can make my own beats
I want a mac, i want a mac, daddy, i need a mac
Servin' up them jesus freaks

So you really want a mac son?
Yea, sir
Music for the people
Yeah man we got that soul sauce