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Dis Is How Da Game Goes - Mistah F.A.B. (Ft. Mac Dre & Miami the Most)
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Dis Is How Da Game Goes - Mistah F.A.B. (Ft. Mac Dre & Miami the Most)
[Intro: Mac Dre]
Oh, OK, that's what we're gonna do
We're gonna slow the thing down then
Slow the thing down then—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
Mac muthafuckin' Dre

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
My compadre Hector got the nectar, talkin' about the soft sack
We tryin' to off that, but toss that, nigga, I'm a boss Mac
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 skrich cursed, gotta get my chips first (Ching ching)
I bump me a thick nurse, be all in the bitch purse
No chips, she can disperse, this just ain't a slick verse
It's mackin', cuddie; it's stackin', cuddie
Keep it cutthoatish, leave a nigga smacked and bloody
Mac is nutty, two cans short of a 6-pack
I plug a sucka with a big strap; muthafucka, you betta get back
This that...stupid doo doo dumb shit
Something for my major factor niggas to run wit'
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