TobyMac - Mac Daddy (Tru's Reality) Lyrics

"Dad, uh when we gonna order this mac?"

"You got the cash?"

"I'm close."

"That's what I thought."

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 And at 8 ram deep I'll be runnin' logic pro To make my own beats, Dad Keep me off the streets, Dad And Xbox would even take a backseat So please give me a job so I can stack that paper (Rock the beat) 'Cause this is major

Yo, I'm saving for a laptop And lookin' for some work 5 bucks an hour and I'm willin' to serve Ain't no job to U-G-L to the Y I'll do almost anything to make that macbook fly

Yo, I'd teach Judah to cross it over Then play chess all day with Moses I'll take Leo to the Franklin fair Dad, I'd even braid Marlee's hair ("Come on, man.")

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

Show me how to do it, drop that beat Show me how to do it, drop that beat

"So you really want to earn a mac this summer?"

"Yessir."

"Music for the people."

"Yeah man, we got that soul sauce..."

"Soul sauce!?!"