Lyrics:
Worldwide tour, with skirts screamin our name
The hits dont stop because the game wont change
all we goin to do is maintain, maintain
The hits dont
graduated, saturated the game now
Infatuated with the fame now, let me explain how
We doing this at any time or any place ready willing and able
Let's get
a player you know?
I don' play no game
Mi jus' make money, dollars, every time, seen?
Now how can I explain how this game laced?
Plus with this fame, I
remember how we met
But, baby, do not get upset
I had a lot on my plate
And now they hitting my line
But right now I need you to wait
Lately, I've been on my
up
Your love was a fake
There was a mistake made
I reminisce about the time we had just me and you
And how much days and nights we spent upon
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radio
Goin' straight through the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame
right now is a hustle like no other
One of grand proportions, can you dig it?
Now what we gon' do is
We gon' show all you petty hustlas out there
How
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
'em
And you shouldn't miss 'em either, we different people
But every time we speakin'
It's like a lot of games are bein' played
How's it goin'
Before you judge do your research, nigga, we hurt
Before I even think about us, I think of me first
The street had only brought me ether and random
a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the games over, we gon' be out after dark
Strike one, caught you by surprise
the scene
Im comin down sippin on that drank the codeine
(Kici) [28:50]
Damn, chillin with my old school crew
Thats how we do, wearin Nike shoe
Big Po-yo
the same
Sometimes though it feels like a game
Were picking sides like whos to blame
Honestly, I don't care about her, I care about you
But what do I do
How
(oh)
What can I do?
Touching at your skin (oh)
Guiding us to sin (oh)
Knowing that you win (oh)
How can I stop?
You know you got me in your game, game
for higher
I'm hurtin 'em
They gon' need Jacoby and Myers
'Cause my crew bang, yeah, you know
We two gang all we do is do thangs
Tell we who is you
Games
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Distribution By: Soundrop
We could save that shit, this for the kids bro
2015, niggas tired of playin' victim dog
Niggas ain't trying to play vic— TuTu, how many niggas we
bitch
(That's my thug bitch, thug bitch)
Let's smoke, get high, unload the pistol
And do a drive-by she's crazy
(That's my thug bitch, thug bitch)
How she
growth
But we—wait, where are all the children?
What do you mean you “don’t know”?
They were “sold”?
See, how we supposed to have faith in our vote when
the mackin' game
All my mackin' women throw the
Left to the right now (Super fly)
Me and my girls
Throwing long hair and afros to the wind
We got a love jones,
he dropped
On the hip-hop world
If Frank Ocean wanted to play you a song
You'd drive across town in
The pouring rain, right? That's how we've
Ended up
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
Hold on hold on
Do you remember how we loved back then
Do you remember how we fought back then
Do you remember when you told me we was doing good and now
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