Game Go

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[Intro] 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 [Verse] 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
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- Mac Dre