Lyrics:
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
hate to be rude, but you know the rules
Life is the game nigga, you lose
Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game
Don't hate the player nigga,
you know what time it is
I shank a nigga in a minute
Abiding rules of the pen
I adapt quick, don't take shit from no nigga
Hittin' pushups by the g's
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
Everybody plays it the same
Ever was the kind t go fcoolin
Its a game - y play by the rules
Did ja think he might be jivin and only foolin
Tho
to
I don't play by the rules
I don't play by the rules
tou contigo ya
mas agora faz sentido
tudo o que o vento leva
mas nunca leva o teu ponto
The niggas with the keys, the niggas on the block
The niggas on they p's and q's
Put your bitch on the evening news
Jumping in the game better read the rules
I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O' National
I got my own record label, you heard of us
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
matter
I come to make you smile
In the freakiest manners
J to the L-O
Hello, no I'm not Ley Harvery Oswald
I'm the rule in the shot call
Off the wall
a job
Then you brag in your raps
To me it sounds odd
'Cause I was raised by pimps in the O
They taught me real good how to send a ho
And now you niggas
Game throw his money in the sky
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money
In the back, I relax with all
they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
Niggas, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
There's ten rules to the game, but
the grim reaper
Look like it's time for spring cleaning
Brand new spanking street-sweeper
Been in the game, I'm knee-deep
I like good head, I like good
and being gay
It's not amusing
There's always those to spoil our games
By finding fault and calling names
Always accusing
They draw attention to themselves
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
on deck, on deck to the fullest
Got that type of game and I'm know just to pull 'em
Now as I stroll and as I pass by
I'm maxin' with my doggs feelin'
and me
We can rule the world
With you by my side
We can change the game
I've been fuckin up a lot
Now i don't feel no shame
I've been running from my past
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratchin'
Free game, man, you know?
What you mean "free game"?
Free game for the F, man, for the free
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
I used to sit back,
Yeah (brrt), uh
(Brr, brr, brr)
(Brr, brr, brr) Machine
(Brrt)
It's not a game, nigga (brr, brr)
It's not a fuckin' game, nigga (brr, brr, brr)
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