Lyrics:
--- Instrumental ---
Between right and the wrong the love and desire
This game that I'm playing's more danger than fire
I might talk in my sleep
(that's right)
So quit running around here bitching
And tightening up ya game
Yeah Okay (okay) Kells Stunna Ghetto thriller
I smell ya boy (sniffing
Nonsense perseveres, prayers laced with fear
Beware, two triple O is near
It might feel good, it might sound a little somethin'
But damn the game if it
Nonsense perseveres, prayers laced with fear
Beware, two triple O is near
It might feel good, it might sound a little somethin'
But damn the game if it
much pain
My soul is swimming in the current that you made
There's a battle I can't win
Without you by my side
Quit your mind games you're playing with
bollers,
cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars.
I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight,
baby get it right, I ain't the one,
She said boy you know it's plain to see
You've been running game on me
Thought I was your fantasy
Guess you was just playing me
She said boy you
hate playing games
Pull up pop the truck got the shotty in the back
Got a bad goth bitch she gon' leave you heart attacks
Hellcat screeching engine with
seeds, I'm a mexicano gardener
All I'm saying is I ain't playing the game with these bitches, I ain't mean to em
I prefer to show them everything that I
keeps your heart on the run.
I met that cat in a two-bit juke-joint:
Took my money in a game of pool.
Next thing I knew, I was sittin' 'hind
One, two
What the fuck?
Quit
Playing
Games
Quit
Playing
Games
Manipulation
Breaking up my focus, I
I can't contain it
Something just ain't feeling
we
Quit your silly-ass games and, petty-ass dirts see and put
greed to the side for good
for your heart it`s like a court minus time divide
(Doin
care
I'm a backstreet boy with some bleach blonde hair
If you hear about a party then I want to be there
I said I must be there
If you hear about a party
the past
But I'm done with playing games, done with doing me
Done with the same old same,
I'm giving my all
This time I won't let you pass me by
So baby, if
I'm at the top of my game
I'm at the top of this world
I'm over here spreading my name
Deep in the mud with the pearls
None of my actions are coming
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
on the rampage, couldn't see what I wrote, I write small
It says "ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire
six!)
Your honor, Osama, Obama
Even, yo' momma, ain't fuckin' with my comments
They want us to quit, forget
And not give a shit about these sick-ass
as sweet as a dove
For the first time in my life, I see I need love
There I was, giggling about the games
That I had played with many hearts and I'm not
Love me, love me, love me, mmm
Oh, hey, boy with your hat back
Mmm, I kinda like that
If you wanna walk my way
I'ma shoot ya straight up
Show me
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
country
Some rock-n-roll They said now boy your gonna
Have to quit your howling so
Staying up all night and chasing
Lassies by the moon laying up all day
you mean with that?
Work, thousand grant man
God, forgive me for my sins
I fucked the game, tired of making plans
Broke a brick down, tried to buy
Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave,
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