Strong arm grippin’ on the wheel, Jag sittin’ low
Cat eyes glowin’ on the grille, let the supercharger growl
Hustlin’, leanin’ back, smoke foggin’ the windows slow Mac Cracker Riot in the veins, we movin’ voodoo now Voodoo music in the dash, got the city on patrol Ride Jaguar, pimp stroll, mind control, never fold The true big cat, yeah, I’m prowlin’ with my soul [Bridge - Chant]
Hoodoo in the speaker, voodoo in the street
Candlelight and cat eyes, watch the big cat creep
Lean, ride, hustle, never sleep. Mac Cracker Riot, six feet deep in the beat Bayou blood, Yankee snow, Southern heat. Jaguar mark the territory, claim the suite [Verse 3 - Break it down]
See me in the Jag, tint dark like a seance room
Diamond dancin’ on the pinky, spellbound, heirloom. Riot ain’t the noise, it’s the silence ‘fore the boom. Voodoo music heal the wound, then it open up the tomb. Strong arm the wheel, strong arm the fate Lean back, levitate, let the spirit navigate. Hustlin’ with honor, that’s the code, that’s the trait True big cat never chase, he anticipate So when you hear the engine hum like a church choir moan Know that Mac Cracker Riot just made the block his throne Strong arm grippin’ on the wheel, Jag sittin’ low Cat eyes glowin’ on the grille, let the supercharger growl Hustlin’, leanin’ back, smoke foggin’ the windows slow
Mac Cracker Riot in the veins, we movin’ voodoo now Voodoo music in the dash, got the city on patrol Ride Jaguar, pimp stroll, mind control, never fold The true big cat, yeah, I’m prowlin’ with my soul [Verse 1 - 8Ball cadence]
Born where the cypress bleed and the swamp water green Grandmama had mojo bags hangin’ from the window screen Chicken bone wind chimes singin’ when the wind blow mean
Now I’m dippin’ through, diamond ring cold gleam Jaguar f pace, butter leather, wood grain, chrome queen Seat reclined to the back, gold link swingin’ like a pendulum swing
Hustlin’ ain’t never been a game, it’s a ritual, a regimen Countin’ dead presidents while the red moon say “amen” Voodoo drums in the Memphis 808, spirit in the BPM Dice on the mirror bless the ride, let the cat eyes see sin
Candle wax on the dash, drip slow like syrup from the tin Riot in my bloodstream, but my trigger hand been Strong arm the business, never strong arm the people Hands clean, mind sharp, like a voodoo steeple Lean back, let the twelve roll deep, trunk rattlin’ the steeple
Bassline shake the graveyard, make the ancestors speak to you [Verse 2 - MJG cadence]
Pimp C in the rearview, UGK ghost in the fog
DJ Paul trunk knock, Three 6 tap on the dog
But this Mac Cracker music, hoodoo hymn, bayou psalm Jaguar purr like a panther, paw print on the road, no qualm Whitewalls chalkin’ scripture on the asphalt, I’m calm Cognac in the cup, ice melt slow, never bomb Hustlin’ smooth, silk suit, no crease, no con Riot starts in the chest, but the face stone, bronze Big cat energy, leap off the line when the light turn gone Voodoo priest blessed the vinyl, now the needle kiss
MAC Cracker. 
