Murda

Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Dre] I'm retchy, I'm retchy, boy Let's do it, let's do it [Verse: Mac Dre] Yeah, man, we be jammin' Come through in the old school slammin' In my trunk, is a cannon If it's funk I leave no man standin' Stalk the streets of the 'sco like Reggie Hammond Go strong to the hole like Ed O'Bannon Hennessy with the lemon, just me and some women Big butts stretch the fuck out they jeans and they denim I always get my macking on; yes, I keep it cracking, holmes When it's funk, I'm cracking domes; black up then I'm smashing home [Chorus: Rydah J. Klyde] Yo, yo, they say they love you 'cause they feel you, yo Or maybe 'cause they hear my record on the radio Yo, yo, but if they ever tried to play me though I stop the music, grab my tool and let it go Oh no, this ain't a love song, it's murder that I wrote This ain't a love song, it's murder that I wro-o-ote