Lyrics:
coming as a pair (Uh)
We go together like our name is Tom and Jerry
But my love is unrequited like I'm playing Solitaire (Uh)
The hottest motherf*****s
old
How the game go, where the pain go, where the blame go
My mind wanders on a PJ, my momma brought up in the PJs
In the club sippin' P&J on the same
Boris
I sold more boxes than the post-office
Twenty-one in jail, it turned me so solid
Why you think my vision sick, I changed the game in my brain
Louis new orange box blue ribbon
Like fat dudes in tight suits how I rip it
Sharp like Danny Ainge kick game Pele
Puff Bob Marley back up on rock
Bad little thang
Julie was her name
Twerking was her game
I done found some change
To send her where she came
We ain’t mean to get up wit
Each
Just like the 3 bears im sipping up the pooridge.
Telling the time look at the wrist watch
Just like the app im making a tik tok
Call me tom brady im
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
to Baby Wise, don't be surprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-why's, L got shot in the neck, then told us
and I bring booze
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful,
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
Whenever we play (we play)
The revolution now in your ear
Haile Selassie lungs, Bob Marley bong
Marcus Garvey hardy get my black party on
Malcolm X tech, by
an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bi-
Don't take sh- for granted, and don't take sh-, give it
Only bull you should take
Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bitch
Don't take shit for granted, and don't take shit, give it
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
I ain't playin with em no mo
I got killers that love me they on go
Nigga i got respect by the boatload
New whip got a lotta horse power
I ain't
motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams
Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball
We soaked up the game, fish grits and all
And now look what
video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
Gangs on every corner, shootin people drivin by
petty crooks
And I will learn by studying the lessons in my dreams
So turn off the TV, 'cause that's what others see
And movies are as bad as eating
feelin' high and the blunt ain't sparked yet
The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark Kent
No time for the weak games the renegade freaks play
Follow
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
from the oven with it, came from the dirt
I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt
You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in
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