Murda I Wrote Mac Dre (Ft. J-Diggs & Rydah J. Klyde)

[Intro: Mac Dre]
Ha, ha ha, come on
Ha ha ha ha, ya
I'm retchy, I'm retchy, boy
Let's do it, follow me now
Let's do it, follow me now, ha ha
We got the boy, the boy Thizzy Marley in the building
Listen, listen

[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 mackin' on; yes, I keep it crackin', holmes
When it's funk, I'm crackin' domes; back up then I'm smashin' 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
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