Retro Dance (The Game Is Thick Pt. 2) - Mac Dre

Mic check 1, 2

I, I’m finna throw it back

I’m finna throw it way back

Like Miami when he was havin them Remi attacks

With yo mug-love, here we go Now this is how I’m finna break it down

Scott made the beat I like the sound

Now I’m at the plate, he’s on the mound

I hit 'em out the park, never on the ground

Verbally gifted, urbally twisted

Simplistic, but futuristic

No lipstick, no mascara

I want a bitch that blow like Irene Cara

I bring terror, scare and fright

And don’t go like if dare they might

Dolemite, Pretty Toney

If I was they age they’d be my homies

Reggatoni, shrimp alfrado

I say, «Tomato not Tomato»

I’m a muscian, lookin for groupies

And if you listen, I do it groovy

It really move me when I hear a funky beat

I come with heat, make 'em get up out they seat

I make 'em freak, I can make 'em cheat

I can make 'em buy it and bring the receipt

Tweedle-leet, whistle to the rhythm

I wanna see you do the Thizzle to the rhythm

Bounce, drop, make it pop

Now One Dropp, can you make it stop

Then bring it back, yeah like that

I’m kind of cheat, it ain’t fair like that, I’m a pimp

Throw it back, do it baby retro

Big booty, shake it mami ghetto

For you, I’d walk to Modesto

You look special, shake it mami let’s go Christopher Colombus, Marco Polo

Solano County, Sac and Yolo

All after me man I got warrants

I drive with no liscence or insurane

My boy in Florence, Colorado

He a legend like Danny Mollanato

El Dorado, drop berits

School boy glasses and Fila fits

BMW’s, Mercedes Benz

Stunna glasses without the lens

Spinnin rims, tremendous knock

I almost forgot I gotta send a shout

To that punk rock bitch who made me cummy

In ten seconds flat man she’s dumb

Dancin dumb, doin it live

Goin about, a buck ol’two and a five

Tunes brothers, Melle Mel

Hit Thunder Valley can’t you tell

Millions, scrillions, lots of cars

R&B singers and movie stars

Rave music and DNA

Hyphy C-R-U-N-K

I said, Rave music and DNA

Hyphy C-R-U-N-K