Game Go - Mac Dre

Oh, okay, that’s what we gon' do

We gon' slow the thing down then

Slow the thing down, let’s do it

Let’s do it then, man

You know, I’m way the fuck up here in Alaska, man

With some major factors, man

And we have no choice but to do it real, real, real, real big

You feel me, family?

Real, real, real, real big (I feel you family)

Mac motherfuckin' Dre

My compadre Hector got the nectar, talkin' 'bout the soft sack

I’m tryna off that, but toss that, nigga, I’m a boss mack

I break bad ass bitches that don’t talk back

No, I’m no soft cat, I’m on her back like a bra strap

On her head like a straw cap, spit nothin' but the raw facts

Yeah, I fucked off racks, the one the bitch brought back

Money, dummy, the only thing that quench thirst

I think I’m scritch cursed, gotta get my chips first

I bump me a thick nurse, be all in a bitch purse

No chips, she can disperse

This just ain’t a slick verse

It’s mackin', cuddie;

it’s stackin', cuddie

I keep it cutthroatish, I leave a nigga smacked and bloodied

The Mac is nutty, two cans short of a six-pack

I fuck a sucker with a big strap

Motherfucker, you better get back

This that stupid doo doo dumb shit

Something for my major factor niggas to burn with