Lyrics:
Everything exotic, I ball with Resilience
The whip the italian my bitch she Brazilian
Cut color clarity ice game is brilliant
Ferrari moon walking no floors no
fitting than the age old game of cricket
It has honor, it has character and it's British.
Now God laid down the rules of life when he wrote those Ten
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
This ain't no harder than drivin a big wheel
through a Georgia cotton field, man
This ruthless
The original game detector
Yeah
You know what I
goin' on respect the game
Me and my dogs we ball
Just like we live we love
Get in our path of money
And your head get bust
Me and my dogs we ball
Just
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
like fool nigga
I don't really play by the rules
She callin me Bob when I build on that ass
And I hammer her out like a tool
Wait
Chief again prolly
played a little eight ball, made a few bucks
Dropped a little change in that old jukebox
Time flew by, next thing I knew
I went for one but I stayed 'til
?
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
[Chorus:]
Break it down! x3
Yo Bob
papayas
Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women
you with the top of my knee
I'm at the top of my game
Bitch why you talking to me?
For Mac it really ain't the same
Uless you rocking a beat
But this is
is that chair even comfortable? It looks like it was crushed by a monster truck! START THE FUCKIN’ GAME! Oh my, Jesus Christ! What the hell is in all
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
your bitch quick
Homie that is mine now
Oh you seen the rap game
Teller she's mine now
I'm in the fast lane I just can't slow down
You see the whip whip
You ain't never made love with a real nigga, I can tell by the way that I deal with ya
I ain't nothin' like a ex, I'm a real nigga, Spittin' game, I
forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where
we for
Now come on
The government got all the people by the balls
But when they lose the people, that's when the government falls Revolt by the coming
viel Spaß!"
Takeshi, Yamaha, Sushi-Bar, Hongkong
Kung Fu, Honda, Mit'subishi, Tom Tom
Hyundai, Kawasaki, Shanghai, Nippon
Shaolin, Samurai, Karaoke,
Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?)
The game is hot you could never be a winner
Just begun a game so considered a beginner
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
smith
I no know hustle omo na old school
Just work by the word then you work lit
The Christ life I’m enjoying
You can only enjoy join in
Boyy this life is
shit, that broke shit get old
Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
I might
The days are cold livin' without you
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're
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